Zyggy
You only
happen once.
So why spend it scrolling? You set how close a match has to be — and most of the sky goes dark. What’s left has weight.
Keep goingFewer people, on purpose.
Most apps reward you for wanting less. This one rewards you for wanting exactly what you want. Turn it up and watch the sky empty — drag it.
Your orb
Five people
inside your orb.
Thinned out. What is left has some weight to it.
What you’ll let in
Zyggy never asks what you’re after. The charts already say what a crossing is. You only say which kinds you want to hear about.
- Soul matesVenus and Mars contacts
- Friends ever afterSun, Moon and Ascendant in accord
- For a reasonTheir Saturn or Jupiter on your chart
- Passing shipsNorth Node contacts — brief by design
One orb, all four
Your orb still decides how strong a crossing has to be. This only decides which kinds reach you at all.
The universe keeps putting you in the same room.
Every time your charts come near each other — passing on a street, or a real transit forming between you overhead — the count rises. Quietly. Nobody is told.
Nine crossings since April isn’t a coincidence. It’s a question that has been asked nine times.
Will you listen?
No times, no places, no map. A count is the entire disclosure, nobody sees yours until it’s mutual, and a switch in Settings stops the tally for good.
A syzygy is a convergence.
Far-apart things pulled briefly into the same moment. It doesn’t happen often. When it does, you look up.
