06.07.2020
And how are we feeling darklings, post the reckoning? The Capricorn full moon eclipse was more than an echo chamber or chime from the past. The sleeping spell, cast so long ago to enslave and protect the selfish ends of a greedy clutch of old white men, has been undone by its final clang. A wicked spell of control and corruption, power stolen on false authority and inhumane means, finally broken.
The world is waking up, as it has been since this eclipse series began in 2018 and no one can fall back to sleep without rolling over the wrong way. Old bones cast in the dirt of stolen land had long heralded this 2020 vision. For years now the curtain has been ripped back on repeat, to reveal the rotten foundations our modern world was built on as their monuments now crumble.
This mid year eclipse series has been a wake up call like none other. It bellows conclusion as the pieces now rearrange on the board. This final cardinal full moon is the hinge and doorway into what lies ahead. Though the path is dark and the revolution a bloody business, seeds are being sown that will yet turn in our bellies and take root.
We are each being called to fully eclipse ourselves and the old world we were birthed from. To reach deep into our own making and pull those very entrails up into the light. To peer at what has no rightful place and transform its poison into medicine for souls beyond our own.
And so as we march and shout, sign and incant, holding firm hope alive in our hummingbird hearts, so too must we excavate its darkest corners and unearth its secret chambers. Dispense with decay and the old skins that constricted and bit in. Coax out the younglings trapped in the shadows and call their hidden power into the fold.
In the coven this week we have begun to dig into this eclipse series now concluding, for clues and keys and signs. If your fingers are itchy to do the same as your soul coaxes your own treasure hunt, join us there.
The real work is just beginning, darklings.
I ate civilization. It poisoned me; I was defiled. And then," he added in a lower tone, "I ate my own wickedness."
~ Aldous Huxley, Brave New World
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Words c. Kerrie Basha 2020