Welcome to the deep darklings, as the sun leads the charge out of the gates of Aquaria. Venus will follow into Pisces next week though the 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. Intuition is the native language. Feelings are the mother tongue. Their expression is an invitation into vulnerability as soothsaying superpower. All the better to find your peculiar place in the next iteration of humanity.

When we drop our guard or the script, peel off the armour and speak from the heart, we invite everyone to do the same. When we do it well, we model emotional currency for those who haven't ever visited their own bank. In a world too often bereft of real compassion or empathy that isn't narcissism in disguise, this is manna for the masses. We are thirsty for truth and drowning in lies.

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 that betray, wailing about your depth or bemoaning their lack of courage to let go of a safe shoreline. You won't even hear them underwater, darkling.

Time now to dive deep and swim with all the little fishes. Pretty ripples signal evolutionary intention and radiate from your hummingbird heart and ancient tail. Align only with the kind of gilded guidance that doesn't need the old maps and lives within. Claim its siren song as your own.

No time to catch your breath. Once your lungs were gills, heavy feet were fins and your eyes communicated as much as your voice. The depths are calling.

Errors, like straws, upon the surface flow;
He who would search for pearls, must dive below.
~ John Dryden


Words c. Kerrie Basha 2021