The Far End of the Zodiac
Art by Max Ernst | Swampangel, 1940
The far end of the zodiac is nigh, and more besides drawing inexorably towards its passing. As we navigate the dissolution inherent in the outer reaches of the last sign, so too are we bearing witness to the end of the world as we knew it.
Its fall and the folly that keeps signing its death warrant has thrown us clear of its thrall. History is giving way to what is already arising to take its place. If you stop, you can feel its heart seeding. Hope floats towards the gate of the equinox, its turning point a long blessed spark in us all. The next season languishing just over the horizon.
We plunge into the final decan of Pisces by the light of a moon half at home. In ancient starlore this last stretch of the zodiac is ruled by Pluto, muddying its compassion with the dark lord's ambitions and secrets.
From the sharp end of his force majeure in Capricorn, the world is being violently reborn. But in these nebulous straits we inhabit multiple dimensions and realities weaved through its wild rippling currents. Here Pluto's spiny fingers tap transformation on our floating bones and tempt our flesh beyond mortal boundaries.
The Sun stands sentinel with Neptunia, their annual tête-à-tête marrying purpose to vision in this strange fluidity. Necessity mothers invention and nourishes imagination. Awareness heightens if you let it, softly leaving treasure by your other hand. Sensitive attunement garners new answers to different questions. Intuition abides from a place beyond words.
Do not abandon yourself to the undertow of the world twisting or let nostalgia drag you back. No deals in promises or dirty currency, not at this stage of the game. Magic is muddied by ill intention and magnified by right use of power. Dreams and strange visions are valuable currency in dark times, whose portals can conjure miracles from muck and mire. Hope floats more than its weight and twice its promise.
The soul should always stand ajar, ready to welcome the ecstatic experience.
~ Emily Dickinson
Words c. Kerrie Basha 2022