Merc’s Inferior Conjunction
Image of Maya Rudolph from SNL
If any part of today rendered this expression on your face, you have Merc's inferior conjunction to thank for it. A crucial part of his merry dance around the sun and the fulcrum of his confounding retrograde, Mercury today passed directly in front of the sun. Literally projecting his rx-on-roids death rays our way, supercharged by our solar ruler. As though we needed Merc, already on acid, squared.
But cop it we did and thus may have felt like a mini eclipse or a lifequake. Witness the world collectively dropping its bundle when our socials went down. Astrologers, insert wry smile here. But hasn't it staggeringly illustrated both our dependence and addiction, as the outage plunged many into existential crisis. If a tree falls in the forest and nobody posts it...
Mercury's retro has three distinct phases. The first is confusion and irritation: tech goes to hell (our reliance on it underlined) and plans go awry (our contingency found lacking) and stuff gets muddled. We lose our footing and start to teeter.
Phase two - or right now - is the grand reveal. Secrets or lies or new intel is uncovered, as if by accident. Misdirected info falls into the right hands. The veil peels further back. Strange new possibilities and consequences alike start to ripple. It is here our worlds irreversibly tilt, the raison d'etre of the whole process. This isn't over yet so keep those glittering eyes peeled, darklings.
Phase three is when we realise we have been shifted. The retrograde completes and we are nowhere near where we started. But we are wiser and stronger and we have been made smarter by the process.
Mercury works on the fool me twice principle. If you choose not to swallow what you have learned whole, you will repeat the process and choke on it. Not all magic looks like sparkles and every learning has its bite. Chalk today's rather steep curve up to experience. Let your snow globe settle before you make hard and fast decisions on its basis. Oh and pass me the vino... today we earned it.
Words c. Kerrie Basha, 2019