A Perfect Pluto Storm
Photography by Michael Hatte, high tide at the Newcastle Baths breakwall 3/3/22
The unholy trinity at play in Capricornia, as giant swells lash our world in the wake of the new moon, is nothing less than absolute transformation. Shocking and devastating in its way as it pulls the curtain all the way back on late stage humanity and demands we view its full spectrum unblinking.
The harbingers and helpers. The tragedy and triumph against all odds. Broken men full of hate and themselves. The huge hearted armies of everyday people that stand against these rotten old ways and cry no more, carving a path to a new world birthing through mayhem and pandemonium. This is yet another week that has changed the world and it will leave an indelible mark on us all.
Mars and Venus meet Pluto, one at a time, as they head towards reunion at the gates of Aquaria. The battle between good and evil gets realer than real. We have arrived to the sharp end of the dark lord's long tripwire through the rocky foundations of the old world. One by one he has unveiled what its patriarchal power was really built on and watched as it crumbled beneath truth and its own weight. So it will continue until he too arrives to Aquaria.
As Mars and Venus bump up against Pluto, each is transformed by their high echo and too by their shadow. Mars ramps ambition and the lust for power but can only triumph by courting the warrior's shadow. Base impulses will not garner longstanding results but their consequences will echo far beyond this wild week. There is a price still to be paid for rash action and brutal attempts to control.
Venus meets the dark lord for the third and final time after a retrograde that reset her connection to her values, her heart and herself. Everything we hold dear benefits from this transformational revision, which discarded all that pretended to be love. This magnetic force is greater than all else and soon to be joined with its counterpart.
The waves crash, the bombs drop. Lovers inch closer under the dark lord's unrelenting gaze. The world tips and turns its heart towards redemption and revolution. Community arises from division and despair. The new world begins to breathe itself into us, one at a time.
Words c. Kerrie Basha 2022