Merc’s Magical Rx Midpoint

We have just passed the magical midpoint of Mercury's merry retrograde, he and the sun fist bumping as they sauntered in opposite directions through the Taurean gate. This hallowed tipping point is always a lightbulb moment: something drops in, pops up, turns around, makes sudden sense. The light switches on and the chaotic disordering of the first part of our comm planet's backwards two step begins to make faint sense.

And that is the most beautiful thing about the perpetual dance of the planets to this recovering control freak: their path and point and meaning is deliciously well ordered, delightfully predictable and dripping with perfect peculiar magic.

Mercury reveals naught but truth through his retrograde, three or four times a year if we're really lucky. At this midpoint our hands are still on the pause button. Our eyes ever darting about and narrowed, our brains supercomputing all the new input. Mouths ideally shut, even as a wry smile begins to tug at the corners. The full reveal remains weeks away. For now you know what. Not all the why, not quite yet. Probably none of the how, after all we're only halfway. Forget about when until it's done, weeks to go yet.

Sit only with what has been revealed to you, through you and turn it about in your hands. Watch the rippling effect begin to shimmer around you. Without any effort on your part mighty forces will rearrange what seemed stuck or intractible. This process in motion requires only your rapt attention as it continues to morph and change shape. Fresh morsels of intelligence and tender parcels of understanding always accompany this required reshuffle. Bide your time, wait and watch, reclining safe in the knowledge that our fleet footed trickster has got this one for you. Trust his mercurial magic.

All in good time, my pretty, all in good time.
~ The Wizard of Oz

Words c. Kerrie Basha 2017