08.07.2020
Hang on to your boot and bra straps darklings as today the temperature gets turned up to 11. This is a flaming activation in the matrix, one likely to rattle cages and ripple lips across the board.
Mars is finally touch dry and crackling after so long in the Pisces waterworld. Fully charged and all fired up in Aries, Mars' months and months long stay in his home state will totally revolutionise our relationship to anger. Demonised for too long by the architects of control and power who fear its dynamism and contagion, our inner warrior galvanises overdue change. That puppy is still never allowed off the chain no matter the horror, mistreatment or abuse. Always shamed and then domesticated with more treats or threats. 2020 is having none of that, not no more.
Meanwhile in Cancer where Merc has been having his most Mercury retrograde ever, we swing into the final week of his confounding rx. This is the sensemaker, where new info fairly litters the landscape and you begin to see how and where your perspective has been shifted. The gap between thoughts / how you want it to be and actual feelings / how it lands for you is the abyss where real treasure lies hidden.
Today Mars and Merc square off as hearts and tempers flare. On his way to this meeting as the jungle drums got louder, Mars stopped in to do shots with Chiron yesterday. Tender territory that scratched at our underbellies, poked identity wounds and tipped the childhood toybox out on the floor. On the back of the eclipse behemoth it all feels like a lot right now, even before today's clash has exacted.
Though defcon five banshee will tug at the corners of your mouth and your finger will twitch over the trigger, keep the thundercats close by your side. Avoid angry ants, known aggressors and stressors: basically everything that gets on your tits until the storm has rolled through. This flare is not leaping to burn your house down but you are supposed to feel the heat of your own fire. Sitting by that furnace and peering into the flames is the best medicine on crazy days like this.
And boundaries you can see from space. Counting to four hundred before responding. Channelling the fury into fuel. Take care out there, darklings.
Art by Fab Ciraolo
Words c. Kerrie Basha 2020
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