Otherworldly Queen of Stars
Venus in Aquarius poster girl Penelope Cruz by Mert and Marcus
Venus had a hell of a week, poor love. She began in the tail end of Capricornia, status anxiety licking at her killer heels and her restlessness starting to claw. Tuesday our lady squared off with the south node, as the past reminded us precisely why it is no longer our present. The danger of being kicked in the nostalgias tangoed with the delight of clean slatesville and Venus escaped with her new life.
On Friday Lady Love squared off with Urania. Both in are we done yet mode as they each prepare, in their own special way, to move house. Once more the anaretic degrees of fate in a curious choreography forced the break: up, down or through.
Venus leapt first, into the fresh air of Aquaria where she will remain throughout Mercury's retrograde next door. Here she stares through the lens of objectivity, a boon for tragic romantics and rose coloured fantasists everywhere. She trades her wishbone for a stronger spine and her delusions for a grandeur borne of her own heart. This aspect is not sentimental but casts an ethereal eye over what makes your heart hammer, an intuitive curiosity that deftly chooses from its beating centre.
If Venus in Sagg craved the freedom to see, Venus in Aquaria craves the freedom to simply be. Accepted for her alien ideas of love, her utopian idealism and her saturnine pragmatism. She is a union of contradictions and never the same girl twice.
As our world tilts on its axis next week, Venus' talon on the zeitgeist fuels a new view of conscious relationship as the cornerstone of a rebirthing world. This femme fatale knows our heaving earth will be destroyed without it. And so she leads us not into temptation but into our own power and glory.
If your age of Aquarius is yet to dawn, you have a month to marinate in her kooky otherworldly realm. Here you may craft an entirely new relationship to your heart and what she loves, planting your freak flag in the fertile soil of your own longing. Waste none of it, darklings.
Words c. Kerrie Basha, 2019