Eclipse In Awe
Gather 'round witches, darklings and denizens.
Slowly, on soft footsteps.
Quietly, even if so much is stirring loudly inside of you.
Gently, cradling the tender parts that yet weep and drag behind you.
Welcome to the spectacle that has captured human imagination for as long as we've looked up.
The cauldron that stirs the solar eclipse is gathering speed now and ancient magic is afoot. We are one and all in the turbulent passage to its occulting new moon, the deep stultifying drawing out. All creatures fall quiet now, burrow and wait for the shadow to pass. Not for them to be swept out by all that rants and rages beyond the safety of their nooks. Nor spooked, as we may be, by what bubbles up from between these rare alignments. Or what they conjure from within.
Last night I dreamed of peonies in a palace of hallways. This slow morn drawn into the myth of Paeon for whom they bloom, deity on the spot who healed Hades and Ares wounds after battle and paid for it with their life. A tale echoing through our world fomenting war and conjuring its opposite beneath the looming shadow of the Aries solar eclipse. This dance of shadow and light is alchemising the mess left by Pluto's desecration of the old world and birthing of the new. The exacting presence of Chiron with the moon as she shadows the sun conjures healing of our most ancient wounds, or a bereft refusal that will yet pay the ultimate price.
Awe is an underrated phenomenon. We are struck by it and stopped in our tracks. If we can recognise its shimmer within, we will pause in wonder. Marvel and drink in as much of the spectacle as we can. Stand stilled in reverent observation of the change it will wreak in us. Remember always that this was one of those breathtaking moments where everything shifted.
Full recording of today's Eclipse Salon (1 hr) and guided journey (½ hr) available now. DM to get the codes and keys.
Dark moon musing upon this eclipse in the Coven Electric. Explore a vast collection of echoes and depth charges specific to this Libra Aries axis, its sequence and salve. Together we pull on its threads and weave // Eclipse readings right through its portal.
Words c. Kerrie Basha 2024