Peak Season
Art by Frank Moth
If your pre-eclipsia only consists of screens telegraphing terror and prophesising doom, the modern arc of control has got your goolies in its firm grip. First they dangled connection to all the information that ever there was. Then they chained us to its billboards and bullshit. Fed us dopamine for despair and dumbed us down with short sharp flashes of fake light.
Mind-less consumption has reshaped brains with empty calories that starve us all. Crucially this blast-on-repeat at all levels of life leaves overstuffed minds no space to wander amongst themselves, to muse or make, to craft uncommon sense that is prescient and peculiar. The screens reflect the deficit on repeat, its weight crushing hungry spirits depressing us all into survival mode.
For those who still look up, the skies are delivering revelation. Giving revolution and serving crushing finality. Taking no prisoners, telling no lies and giving no fucks. Polarising and polemic by design, shaking shit up like nobody's business. Pay attention to what's actually going on around you, above you and below you. There is no looking away.
The squeezing ratchet towards this week's peak is only going to increase. The long lead up in Leo - two and a half days of roaring and mane tossing - is not the only incendiary current. Each has their own channel, frequency and fracas. The Sun and Saturn in cahoots by the falls at the far end of the zodiac, testing limits against the displacement of dissolution. Venus racing back through Aries weighing flaming hearts against phoenix feathers. Soon to meet Merc flaring at the same station with a loud hailer and a trickster's grin. Urania's lightning fingers in anaretica forcing the extinction of lingering not-no-mores.
It is indeed wild in these streets shimmering with the lick and spittle of this mad season. Pisces eclipse season demands you surrender to its cunning craft, no small matter for a world overstuffed with recovering control freaks. The virgin's eclipse only offers rebirth to those willing to pay its price themselves.
Words c. Kerrie Basha 2025