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Three years of the two slow planets, each passage filed on the day it begins. A slow planet crosses a boundary more than once — where one retrogrades back out and returns, the entry names all three dates and says when it settles.
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A tendency to tend, never a fixed forecast.
Cast your chart and this same sky is read against your own birth — your tārā-bala, your Moon's strength, and the daśā season you are running.
Open the Jātaka →One entry a day, named by what stands at that day’s real sunrise over this place — the classical convention. The strip above reads this minute instead, so today’s entry can name a different nakṣatra, yoga or karaṇa than you see there — not a disagreement, a different hour: every entry carries the time its limb turned. The day’s own limbs only: nothing here is read against a birth chart.
This file is timed to the place the page is reading; change the place at the top and the file follows it.
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A year is the frame, not the truth of it. A pañcāṅga is written a day at a time, so this counts a season of them; a slow planet needs three years to finish crossing a house, and eclipses are known five years out. Each source below says how far it actually reaches, and nothing is rounded to fit the word year.
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You are reading in General, so this file is the sky’s own — nothing in it is read from a chart. Switch to Personal at the top of the page to add what is.
This is the day's weather, read from your chart — the Moon's tārā and strength, the season you run, and the slow transits standing over your birth-Moon. It inclines a day; it does not fix it. A clear day still asks your effort; a guarded one still yields to care. For a turning that matters, weigh the daśā and the Event Finder — and your own will, which no sky commands.