Anaretica. The sharp threshold of change whose lore is unequivocal. Whose true name is destroyer. Whose point of no return drags fate over its falls. The bleeding edge of resistance, teetering at its own inevitability. The moment right before everything changes forever.

Welcome one, welcome all to the full moon hangover. How did that do nothing / say nothing / keep to yourself thing work out for you? Yeah. Me too, darklings.

As Lady Luna, her crown of stars newly minted in Pisces passes between our earth and the sun, we have today's solar eclipse. The Ancients believed eclipses to be the hand of fate at play in our lives and truly they are an agent for transformation that cannot be underestimated for its power to push us forward. Resistance is futile as fresh opportunity and potent possibility is sprinkled about us like stars.