13.03.2021

The Pisces new moon is a liminal threshold. A strange crossing whose current pulls us through its portal, whispering to us in tongues and conjuring diffident dreams from our dark materials. We feel an almost imperceptible tidal shift from a place beyond the depths.

Standing sentinel at its hazy gates are Neptune and Venus, as prelude to their merger on the morrow. The blue planet is our shimmering shamanic sight line, dissolving perceived boundaries between body and mind, soul and spirit. This union spills into parched voids so we may drink in the fullness of our experience as bespoke elixir and psychoactive truth serum. Effects may vary.

Venus in her element adds a dreamy compassion, amplifying our heart's voice as intuitive guide through the gate. She holds a scrying mirror to our worlds in flashes that dart beneath awareness to set tiny seeds in tender ground. Visions shapeshift in secret chambers and heart strings quiver.

We follow the new moon now into the far end of the zodiac as our world ventures into unchartered territory. We have never been quite here before. The equinox tipping point teeters on the near horizon trailing fresh fire. Mars races to outrun the north node and Mercury scoots ahead of his shadow. Our sands are shifting beneath the tide pulled by this new moon.

She whispers into wet skin as we float through this sea of stars, coaxing the imaginal and tickling the edges of possibility. Dreams hold valuable currency. Hope seeps in like a sigh. The revolution sorely short of magic turns its head. We lift enchanted eyes wide to her outstretched invitation.

If you are a dreamer come in

If you are a dreamer a wisher a liar

A hoper a pray-er a magic-bean-buyer

If you're a pretender come sit by my fire

For we have some flax golden tales to spin

Come in!

Come in!

~ Shel Silverstein

Art by Dorian Vallejo

Words c. Kerrie Basha 2021