In a week we are headed for yet another unprecedented tipping point - because this year is chockers with them - whose prelude to a shunt is our astrological new year and the equinox on Friday. Saturn's move to Aquaria days after will seem to restrict our freedoms and cripple our dying systems. This forces his good work upon us and makes us find novel ways to get it done.

In the sign of the visionary futurist, our cosmos' taskmaster is conspiring with its ruler Urania asking us to build a life less ordinary and more sustainable. Far from dependence on Big Brother and more deeply enmeshed in the cycles of wisdom that are Mama Nature's domain. The old world is dying so leap early into exploring the new and crafting a life from there. You'll be glad you did.

The sun's departure from the smoke and mirrors of Pisces season is unlikely to blow the fog away, not until Merc retraces all of his retrograde steps. Today he crosses back over the border from Aquaria to swim with the fishes once more. You can re-engage with drama, distraction and delusion if you like. Or you can pull down a mythological lens that peers beyond panic to the true tale unfolding.

Your life has already set the scene. Twinkling clues have been liberally littering your path for more than a year. 2019 was the doomsday prepping. Your fairy godmother has been bippity boppity booing thafuck out of your servitude for months, asking you to act like your crowned future not your old self in rags.

Rome may be burning but there are new empires forming in the flames, their smoke signals craving your sight. Make sure this week to look up.

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Art by @kj_collage

Words c. Kerrie Basha 2020