Merc’s Very Aquarian Cazimi
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Mercury's retrograde always proffers strange crossings. Tangling us in language and tech snafu that raises questions and hides easy answers. Changing course and altering propulsion so we move as if in a dream. Conjuring the past, breaching the surface glass we have cultivated to disguise our denizens of the deep. All in the service of a slow dance through our life to date, its revision calling wisdom to our own little boat.
Merc's retrogrades cultivate uncommon sense, this time magnified by a factor of Aquaria. While we were sleeping last night and tumbling through dreams, Merc stepped boldly in front of the sun. For a brief beautiful moment the sun kissed those winged heels, gilded talaria to aid flight through the water bearer's strange currents.
A similar eclipse in thought patterns stretched our minds to crowning. The realisations may not all have felt as sunny but they too are golden. Welcome what dropped in over the last day without fear or favour. Let it slowly dry off on the creaking floor in a puddle of your old ideas.
Merc's cazimi marked the second week of his rx commencing. Now we row its gauntlet. Tomorrow Merc squares Mars, the incoming storm clouds already forming on the horizon. The clash will tease argument from aggravation and demand the great unsaid find its voice. Freudian slips are naught more than a dead man's excuse for words we cannot stand by. What roars will not be unheard. Everything we say casts its spell.
The beautifully dark moon also arrives to Aquaria tomorrow where her slimmest sliver first sits with Saturn, next squares Urania and then bumps into Jupiter until she finally meets Merc and squares down Mars. She is in for a helluva day, as are our hummingbird hearts stretched to pluck old and new strings within.
An equal music will sing from its beating chambers, but it may not be a tune you know yet. Doors will fly open and slam shut in our minds. Nothing is as it seems at first. Second sight is your best navigational aid. Dip your oars gently and trust the vision that dances above.
Words c. Kerrie Basha 2021