Saturn’s Seachange
Saturn's seachange has arrived, towed in by the virgin's moon. She who has already moved on, now ensconced with Neptune at the zodiac bar that overlooks the great falls of Pisces. These cocktails could take down a dragon or two. Nothing is clear. Hard and fast borders and exclamations have dissolved. Feelings have been spilt all over the floor.
Floating bloated with the power afforded Saturn by a long home ground advantage and its rather ruthless revolutionary agenda, even old Father Time is no longer beholden. Hard and fast rules no longer apply. The next agenda is written in magical ink on a parchment that has already slipped beneath the waves.
Saturn's hefty weight sinks almost as gracefully into the swirling waters and we are all displaced by the waves. Cut off from the cult of knowing and planning. Released from the strict safety of hospital corners and known quantities. Floating on a sea of unlimited potential whose murky depths will demand a different kind of discipline. A commitment to unfathomable currents whose names still elude us. Even old timey flat earthers must trade their kicking boots for flippers now.
Reaching for the guidebook won't necessarily help, even if you have been here before in glory days long gone. Saturn's return to dissolution is designed to drag us all out of our depth, and all the way into it too. Contradiction is the new frame whose pretty fish will lure us in all kinds of unseen directions. Liminality is a safe harbour that only welcomes those whose morphing keeps time with their dreams.
On a lilypad in a quiet corner of the pond, your soul exalts. It shuffles visions of possibility with the full deck in its formless hands. Calls to the realms we dismiss for something more solid or credible and asks them to place their calling cards in easy reach. Conjures the unseen from its hiding and places it directly in plain sight. Tinkles distant bells that will lure your steel trap mind elsewhere and promptly carries it away.
What if everything you thought was solid is just an illusion? What then, darkling? And who? And how?
I have spread my dreams under your feet; tread softly
~ WB Yeats
Words c. Kerrie Basha 2023