Gentle Oblivion
Art by @ededperkins
Back in Pisces of 1859 Charles Dickens penned the first instalment of what would become A Tale of Two Cities. Musing on the fervent intersection of the individual with revolution, he scrawled...
"It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of light, it was the season of darkness..."
The rampant revolutionising of life and love paired with the gentle oblivion of the far end of the zodiac demands mutiplicity but it is a slippery sucker to hold. Its pretty fleeting fish swim in two different directions. Hope defies certain death. Grief mingles with joy in brackish water. The future is a promised land just over a border we can feel but can't see. The past is a whole age away and fading faster in the twilight. Nostalgia catches us frozen between the two and keeps switching the direction of our yearning and our wishing. The spell recasts itself again.
Our dreams and delusions alike breach the surface glass in tandem, leaping for attention to be paid. The depths pull us far below. Our tides rush and their gushing threatens to tip us over the falls as the world burns and turns and twists painfully in the birth canal. The old drums wearily beat war as their thin skins give way to those who broker compassion for the multitudes. Leaders make war but their people make love to make sense of an old world built on lies.
This year of change swishing its ribboned tail now propelling us faster through its transformative currents. We can only honour what once was by constructing stepping stones that help us skim towards our next iteration, jumping like skipping stones to whatever we have fixed our sights upon. Tears baptise the path and our soulself exalts at every leap.
In this vast ocean of our own making, we are little fish. The sky rippling and cracking is not our soaking domain. Discernment is the antidote to all the Neptunian cocktails. Trust your instinct to know which to drink and which to libate your prayers.
I must be a mermaid, Rango. I have no fear of depths and a great fear of shallow living.
~ Anais Nin
The Shapeshifter Sessions
Mainline mutability to maximise the dynamic evolution of eclipse season. Cards and channel, shadow and light, tea and empathy.
Words c. Kerrie Basha 2024