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Pisces Initiation Rites

Gorgeous mermaid art unfortunately uncredited via Pinterest

With changeling as our default setting these heady evolutionary days, we are becoming adepts with zero time for naysayers and non believers. Today again holds quite the shift, all the better to prove our nonplussed adaptability and maintain momentum.

Both of our cosmic luminaries now take centre stage. Together they glide through the powerful anaretic degree of the sign they depart, to stand tall at our next initiation point. Our sun and his lover the moon shifting and peaking in tandem, their union of opposites our next treasure chest.

The sun moves from the heady yet clinical shamanic sight line of Aquaria. Having explored our outer reaches, hoisted our freak flags and found the others, it is now time to dive into our deep.

Pisces is the domain of peak emo as barometer and compass. Intuition is the native language. Feelings are the mother tongue. Their expression is an invitation into vulnerability as your new favourite superpower.

When you drop your guard, peel off the lady armour and speak from your heart, you invite everyone to do the same. When you do it well, you model emotional currency for those who haven't ever visited their own bank. The very best kind of wayshowing and lightbringing there is.

Those who deserve a pretty place in your deep ocean will meet you in kind. Those who cannot will do no more than flap about in the shallows, bemoaning their lack of courage to let go of a safe shoreline. You won't even hear them underwater, darkling.

Tis time to dive deep and swim with all the little fishes. Pretty ripples signal your evolutionary intention and radiate from your hummingbird heart. Align only with your intuition, the kind of gilded guidance that doesn't need the old maps. Claim your siren song as your own.

Our sun floated into Pisces:
La La Land on Monday at 3.04pm
Nu Yoik on Monday at 6.04pm
Old Blighty on Monday at 11.04pm
Sydney Town on Tuesday at 10.04am

And now, there's a full moon on the rise. No time to catch your breath. Once your lungs were gills, heavy feet were deft tails and your eyes communicated more than your voice. And so it is again.

Words c. Kerrie Basha, 2019