As we peer down the barrel of this week, the cosmic waves continue rolling in thick and deep and fast. Their power and beauty is cataclysmic in its execution of our new natural state. The evolution is here, darklings.

This is more than a chorus. It is a no holds barred imperative. Choice has been taken out of your head and placed firmly in your hands. Those who stay stuck are generally fucked anyway but now they are a species in crisis, endangered and screaming. And in the grand scheme of so much change and a world on fast forward, their departure from your life barely rates on our reimagined richter scale.

Reinvention is a superpower. Seamless integration as you morph is the everything. Control remains a total waste of time. You can't think this through or work it out. Intuition is the new currency and only your ability to mainline its message rewards you with riches. It has your blueprint in its back pocket and its sights on your life.

We are on the crest of the next seismic shift whose early tremors will be felt until Urania finally moves house in early March. Or next week, as the days fly by. Our nodes of fate are lit up and nodding to our major planetary players, as one after the next they line up for the reckoning. In our sky and thus in our lives lived beneath. The move from past to future is palpable.

Lady Luck herself casts her formidable spell over this week. As you feel her hand on the small of your back or her tickle in your very soul, let yourself be moved. This lady never tells, she simply shows the way.

Amor Fati
Love Your Fate,
which is in fact your life.
~ Friedrich Nietzsche / the zeitgeist


Words c. Kerrie Basha, 2019