06.04.2020
Last weekend's meet cute of Jupiter and Pluto sent a chime through our rebirthing world, yet another veil dropping to reveal. So riddle me this darklings, now with time to muse upon it. How did the bell toll for you?
Pluto is the dark lord who tickles our underbellies relentlessly, playing in the power currents that we deny or hide and dragging them unwilling to the surface. This first of three clanging meetings revealed the crackling terrain we will each be navigating this year, as the balance of power tilt shifts at all levels.
Whenever we first start examining our personal power, all we can see is how we gave it away. What - or who - has maintained control over us, monstering the door to our sacred chamber. Under whose authority we have existed and how its good graces permit us to feel grateful for our servitude. Paradigms and platitudes that fail to hold up their own illusions under an isolated glare.
As systems and routines, snakes and ladders crash around us we sit in the eye of our own perfect storm. We look to our control systems wanting their prison bars to be safety nets they never were.
Governments falling on their economic swords as they howl orders and scramble. Casualties of this war on life stacking up. Those closest revealing their whole truth in fearful blurts. And we see, perhaps for the first time, how we have abandoned ourselves to their empty promises and our flimsy delusions.
As Marion Woodman wrote, we are leaving our father's house. Unshackled from a crumbling patriarchy and a ruthless rule that only cared for itself, we now court the unfamiliar to tease power from its depths. We waltz with our grief and take tea with our shadows. Venture beyond the prison gates. Cross the river within and set out on a deeply personal quest to craft a life of our own making.
Handmaidens of our experience, we are hemmed only by old fear and how much of our precious sovereignty we still let it suckle from us. Power courts the weaning and begins to fuel itself. Creativity mothers invention and carves a path. Courage knows that beyond this viral horizon lies our promised land.
The end of your old life is too the beginning of the new.
Art via #cremeorganization the album cover art from Crack Babies Stole My Creme T Shirt, 2015
Words c. Kerrie Basha 2020
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