Holding Hope in the Dark

Art is “Lightmen in the Dark” by Dobrye Ludi, 2013 (Ukraine)

This week, in the stars and in the world, is crammed with aspects and perspectives that will draw a firm line between past and future. Between the old world still raging in its brutal efforts to survive through sheer force and the new world emerging from its smoke and ruins.

Since 2008 Pluto has been disrupting and divesting kyriarchal overlords from their ill gotten gains and showing us all how the west was won. Now we find ourselves at the pointy end of his long transit through Capricornia, unequivocal and unflinching. Pluto is playing for keeps, stripping power back to its bare bones and building blocks, revealed in stark terms for all the world to see.

This dark moon week, as we limp towards the hope held in Pisces and its fledgling lune, the axis of past and future trembles arcing across blackened skies. You cannot keep a foot in each camp. Whataboutism is the devil's advocacy and only shows his hand up your back. You must choose now: the past or your future.

Mars and Venus, only arms reach apart, are making eyes at the nodes as they both head for Pluto on the other side of rebirth. The culmination of their dance towards Aquaria hangs heavy in the smoking air. The warrior planet is first to reach the plate and decide what he will leave and what he can carry forwards. His appetites and ambitions, proof of life and loss, will drive his quest.

Lady Love, reset and unblinking, glides over the rubble in his wake. She too arrives to choose, plucking core values from between the bare bones thrown on the plate. The dark lord rumbles consequence and transition, beckons them closer. The world bends towards uncertain futures and howls at the reckoning.

The moon hides her face above the rocky terrain. Tucks a billion prayers into her craters. Adds her own in the tongues of ancient lightbearers and nods to all we cannot see. Hope crouches at the feet of those who are making their way towards a new earth. Grief baptises their path with its tears, raining love upon the parched ruins.


Words c. Kerrie Basha 2022