Merc Undulating Into Pisces

Art by Michael Cheval

Merc's winged heels have been busy already this wildly transformational year. Darting between the new age birthing through Aquarian sensibilities of future focused humanitarian ideals. Fishing through the olde worlde fast crumbling under Pluto's heavy hand in Capricornia. Retracing hard yards with his reset retrograde between the two and now trailing all that revision garnered as he dives into Pisces.

With a nod to the future as he squared the north node, Merc fairly floats into its surreal terroir. The clarity, imagineering and overthinking of Merc in his Aquarian coat of stars gives way to the nebulous depths of the Piscean waterworld. The dreamscape and the delusional leagues of our fathomless minds, the ardent power of imagination married to vision, the cultivation of myth and poetry as ancient guides to our uncertain future.

A curious journeying, we are gently moved by undulations that carry us into unchartered waters. Sharp edges, hard corners and clear direction give way to hazy dream states and intuitive pathways. Manna for creatives and dreamers, fostering spiritual growth by speaking our soul's language from a place well beyond our steel trap minds and a world howling through revolution.

Merc in Pisces proffers a slippery elixir for cultivating different ways and means. It gently defies our grasping and resists our fixed or fucked modcon attitudes. This period instead is built on surrender, a notoriously difficult position for control freaks, the overarmoured and the underpinned. Life is teaching us another way to see, a deeper way to feel and an alternative mode of being. You may not be fluent in this language yet but you can learn how to sense it.

Inspiration is doled out in buckets to those willing to clear the channels of flickering old programs and muddy white noise. Be wary of drowning in nostalgia or depressive hopelessness as your soul stretches far beyond all you think you know. This is an exercise in trust, following the kind of guidance your rational mind baulks at. Feel your way.

One can be the master of what one does, but never of what one feels
~ Gustave Flaubert


Words c. Kerrie Basha 2022