21.03.2020
I'm going early to this month's dark moon bolthole. My nervous system needs a fucking break from the hypervigilance of daily tallies and sweeping new measures enacted way too late and this climate of panic. In my own well crafted space life is yet serene. I have everything I need, which is a privilege not afforded to all. Turn on the TV to stay informed and I crash into catastrophic thinking that takes the strength of ten men to wrangle.
The most insidious aspect of this virus is the fear it is infecting us with. The kind that lets us sacrifice our democratic rights on the altar of empty protections. Or make bullets and toilet paper a hoarded priority. It is like half the world is so crisis match fit they can roll with this. The other half are dinosaurs pointing at the meteor hurtling towards them and not budging from their spot, certain it will miss them and their prehistoric way of life. Maybe we all lurch somewhere between the two.
Of course fear, much like anger, is a galvanising force for change if you can feel its heat and not be consumed by its fire. It is a powerful revealer and highly revisionist. And if you give it a voice, it will yet speak kindly to you and whisper wisdom you may not have unearthed except through its unholy gate.
You know how every month in a row the dark moon rolls around and it takes you by surprise and although you want to slow and still and turn inward you can't? Corona Virus, at your service. You now have enforced social distancing, requisite isolation and a standing excuse to say no to anything outside your four walls.
This weekend is the kind of astrofuquery - thanks Saturn at the anaretic degree of Capricornia and Mars crashing through like a goat in a china shop - that could sucker punch fear and restriction and limitation within us. With this in mind and to address the sum of all fears rearing its unwelcome head, I have crafted a ritual to help you knock on fear's door and take tea and sympathy together. You will find it in the coven and the support salon, both via the link below.
For this dark moon, I'm choosing to stick my head in the clouds and teleporting here. Now. I hope you also craft space and peace this weekend, darklings.
Pic: the divinely isolated McDermott's Castle in the sky at Roscommon in Ireland
Words c. Kerrie Basha 2020
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