Not Here To Play
Sekhmet, not here to play
The lion goddess does not trifle, ever. Her full moon rises now over a world at war with its horrible histories and life itself. Whose overlords know their grip is slipping and the game is up. Whose people teem and scatter as this bright lune plucks at heart strings and shadows.
Promethean lightning has been striking for days, its blasts eviscerating and illuminating. What you see flashing up at you in the crackling is revelation only ignored at your peril. The psychopomp's winged feet paddling in the water bearer's futuristic currents and flicking mud all over us in the hope it sticks. All as the stars align for another great resetting that too few have taken personally yet.
In a dark cave nestled between powerful stars whose pillars hold up our sky, one of the three fates lies in wait with her scissor fingers. Atropos is the asteroid named for she who cuts the thread, perched in Leo and the farthest reaches of our hammering heart spaces. Her final conclusion is ultimate antidote to chaos, never negotiable and always in service of what comes next, ruling how we do endings and submit to the inevitable culmination of human existence.
Sekhmet and Atropos in the lion's palace are not taking names nor making bargains. Truth and path do not trifle with obscuration, just mere mortals in blind service of themselves. Only legacy grants immortality and it does not debate the merits from myopia. Others will determine the mark you left on them in your wake.
Not matter the extinuating circumstances, the excuses and priorities, no one ever forgets how you made them feel. Intention, even when deftly rearranged to cloak self interest, is not impact and neither is it effect. This lion's peak and its blazing gaze will bang down the door to your heart and haul its secret truth, the one you cannot ignore, out from where it has been hiding.
Snip, snip as fate sings you towards your destiny.
Crack, crack as the lion goddess roars.
Beat, beat, as your heart renders time and truth.
•
Full Mooner // Courting the lion's moon as we journey to the generative centrepoint of your world // Recording available now // Full Moon Readings to tie up the loose ends and any flailing threads until Friday.
Words c. Kerrie Basha 2025