Burn Notice
The equinox tipping point beckons but nature never goes early. Her time is ever ours to keep. For more than a day yet we are plunged and resurface gasping through the fathomless whirlpool of Pisces. Its inherent dissolution loosening the bonds to what has already passed. Its inexorable draw torrenting over the falls at the far end of the zodiac.
Something even greater is rumbling from the depths, a crucial sequence and salve that underpins the slingshot of this eclipse season. Its initiation by fire begins today, courtesy of our courageous psychopomp. Merc's charge into Aries is a long burner that is well underway. Now entering the shadow of a retrograde that will rewrite our perceptions in flame rather than ash, rendering the old world into something entirely new.
Today our nimble Mercury moves to join forces with Chiron, a meeting that will repeat three times through his retrograde waltz. First time is the charm ringing out. You may have already noticed the oldest deepest wounds surfacing salted. Torn from their roots by a rebirthing world as the same old shit is flung stinking on to the workbench. Reeking of old pain and different days when your once was felt like all that could ever be.
Chiron in Aries has been reweaving our oldest deepest identity crises on multiple fronts. Knowing what cannot pass through the portal to the next iteration. Feeling the drag and weight like an old bag of stones. Showing in unequivocal terms that what cannot change must die or take us with it. Ancient family dynamics, the imprint of deep ancestral pain, false promises and collective curses stacked like sticks of pain on the pyre.
Mercury is the flint who unleashes the bombast and courage required to burn all the old houses down. Arriving as canny remaker, occasional flamethrower and quick witted shapeshifter with an eye on all the verses yet to be sung over the flames. This change is not cherrypicking the bones. It is a friendly fire whose initial searing will not cauterise the wound; it will reveal it.
Glittering eyes peeled as you dance with the flames. Nothing can be healed that is not first felt, seen, heard from just before the tipping point.
There is nothing more confining than the prison we don't know we are in
~ Shakespeare
Words c. Kerrie Basha 2024