Strange Churning Frequencies
Art: Lady of Hurricane by Michael Cheval
We have arrived to the edge of the world, the lashing tail end of the zodiac and its strange churning frequencies. Telepathing its fathomless currents, an oceanic flood of feelings clouding all but the present. It is hard to focus and easy to get carried away. We perceive the smoke rising from the horizon, smell its warning and its welcome. Can already see the incendiary arrival of Aries season nearly here. But first we must navigate the last falls of Pisces, as prelude to the next season of our lives.
Here everything and nothing is known and deeply felt. We are at the end and the beginning on a raft made of nevermores that is dissolving as we pick up speed. We are staring into the abyss of our own dark matter, shadow and creation indistinct and ever present. We are prison bars and warden, wand and conjuror, child and elder all at once. This stretch of time and tide is both a ripening and a reckoning drawing us inexorably towards its threshold.
The inevitability and the resistance inherent in the last stretch of the zodiac is palpable. Felt as keenly as a storm that soaks you to the skin no matter your hastily constructed protection from the elements. Nature has a far grander plan for you than fear ever will. Your soul has long written the blueprint on your bones and the hunger won't stop gnawing at you until you feed it.
Beware the familiar whirlpools that long to draw you in and under, helpless or hapless so you can skip going over the falls. Their power is yours exchanged for the quiet comfort of ignorance as you drown in what you refuse to face. No prizes for guessing what will still be staring into your soul from a shore further downstream.
Surrender affords you uncommon insight. Courage keeps you afloat. The treasure held at this threshold is the locked box inside you. Your grip on the key shows its mark.
The journey I'm taking is inside me. Just like blood travels down veins, what I'm seeing is my inner self and what seems threatening is just the echo of the fear in my heart.
~ Haruki Murakami
Words c. Kerrie Basha 2021