Pisces Depth Charge
Art by John William Waterhouse, 1900
Depth charge, anyone? Pisces season arrives now, inconveniently ensconced between the Aquarian search party on the hunt for something truer and Aries' cauterising of the old world in service of the future. Resilience building in the grift betwixt all the 'cides colliding and oblivion. The ever present threat of delusion and subtefuge disturbing what once passed for peace.
This year - and for the next couple of thousand - the underlying vibe of the dive remains distinctly Aquarian. Not drowning, transmogrifying. Pisces is our shamanic sight line, the domain of peak emo as barometer and compass. Most especially when it howls cut through and roars truth to power. Intuition is the native language. Feelings are the mother tongue. Their expression sans reframe or rationale an invitation into vulnerability as soothsaying superpower. All the better to find your peculiar place in the next iteration of humanity by standing to show your soul.
This first week we march to the virgin's peak, sandwiched between imperative and dissolution. The latter's wildly underrated magic will not presume permission. Its siren song lures even the most resolute. Only those strapping themselves to the masts of the old world will feel the splinters that now begin to pierce even the staunchest thick skin. Days numbered by an inability to evolve, a refusal to empathise and inherent psychopathic intent.
In a world still too bereft of real compassion that isn't narcissism in disguise, Pisces season is manna for the masses. Its spiritual gnawing reveals an old starvation that craves feeding. We are thirsty for truth now even as we are drowning in lies. Tune in, not out. Align only with the kind of gilded guidance that doesn't need the old maps and lives deep inside. Claim its siren song as your own.
There is no time to catch your breath first and nor will it come unbidden. Dive anyway. Once your lungs were gills, heavy feet were fins and your eyes communicated as much as your voice. Set them all to stun. The depths are calling.
Errors, like straws, upon the surface flow;
He who would search for pearls, must dive below.
~ John Dryden
Readings to recalibrate, cultivating fresh frequencies and integrating the passage from old to new // Shadow work to plumb the depths and dive for pearls. Book in here, darklings.
Words c. Kerrie Basha 2024