Beloved Border Crossing
Art by Prashanta Nayak
If you have been genuflecting for change, something to give or shift or lift, consider your prayers answered from the future. The vibe has shifted from grind to tangent. The balance of power has been tipped back towards the people. And all of our personal planets are now in league in the surreal terroir of Aquaria.
Fresh air rushed in over the border as Mars and Venus crossed the threshold arm in arm. They caught up to each other in Cap in mid Feb and have made it beyond Pluto's power games and table flipping, even if we have not yet.
Their longest kiss goodbye in over a hundred and fifty years will reset the relationship between values and action, masculine and feminine, wiping millennia of inequality and resignation. The portal has shimmered open. Lovers take the leap. When our relationships to each other and to the union of our opposites within changes, so does our whole world follow suit.
The last time Mars crossed these outskirts was back when the world tipped irrevocably in March 2020. There he met Saturn at the zero degree rolling his sleeves up to set the structural integrity of the next age of humanity. Currently eye to eye with Merc and bent on shifting our mindsets too.
By the time the solstice and Jupiter arrived to close out our gawping 2020 vision, their grand conjunction clanged as harbinger of the new world. And in the endless cycle of life, death and rebirth the din was simultaneous. Our multitudes still have a foot in all the camps all at once.
We are trading old for new faster and with less fanfare now. Refusing grating paradigms and manifest harm trussed up as tradition. Innovation is all the rage redirected and imagination gives us the wings to overcome it.
The last few weeks will have culminated something in play as far back as the old world, set far more in motion and dropped hints about what's coming. It is not easy to discern among jarring devastation and jangling subtefuge. Listen with an ear tuned to future frequencies rather than the white noise of the past. We are a lot further into the field beyond right and wrong than it seems.
Words c. Kerrie Basha 2022