Toro Season Decrees

Art by BaluX

As the full moon still ripples post peak there is yet more change afoot and no time to bleat. We have now farewelled the twisted firestarter with a weird Neptunian chaser that was Aries season. The sun has moved mansions into Taurus overnight, dragging Venus over the border into Aries as he goes.

Around this time each year Taurus season offers us a grounding earthy balm, one that ordinarily lets us fall sweetly into the realm of the senses and recover from the singeing hyperactivity of the ram's vim and vigour. But this year has not been designed like all the others.

Waiting for the sun in Taurus and with the element of surprise up his sleeve is Urania, now well ensconced in his new digs. He is the earth's awakener and ours too, demanding the kind of revolution in our thinking, doing and being required to save lives. Ours. Theirs. The planet and all its creatures.

Urania's calling card is lightning shocks. He's hankering for change in how we live and work, earn and spend. He's demanding a higher consciousness and a greater responsibility that leaves lighter hoofmarks and keeps the china intact. And there's no way in the galaxy he's going to be letting any little bull (or any little bull visitors) simply roll around in the grass, smell the flowers and bring nothing to the party. The bull's domain has been electrified and the crackles it now emits can be a charge up or a cattle prod.

Venus rules Taurus but she has been hauled unwilling from her Piscean dream into a firestorm that makes her antsy and snappy, unwilling to let lies and delusions float by any longer. All fired up in Aries, Venus is in take no shit mode and her hot flashes can be channelled into making bold spicy changes. Beware the overarching desire to go off like a packet of crackers and use any discomfort in relationships as the signpost it is. Denial will bite under these stars.

Toro season decrees a return to the senses, trading fiery imperatives and mental machinations for instinct and grounded solidity. This is no time for complacency or steaming piles of bullshit but a fine month indeed to court the crackle. Let the lightning strike.



Words c. Kerrie Basha 2019