Urania vs Pluto in Dystopia

Are you sitting down sweetheart? Perhaps you could, just for a minute or maybe you should obey that impulse to run away to a dark little cottage well hidden in the woods, where you could ride out this epic astrostorm.

We're in it right now. The next day or so represents the final slam of a series of direct astrological hits between Pluto (why hello chaos and destruction) and Uranus (agent of lightning change) whose sole purpose has been a tilt shift of epic proportions. Since the middle of 2012 we have been running at speed at this wall (or hurled by the hand of our own personal Jesus) and in our efforts to smash through have broken and bent. Blood has been spilled staining our hearts. Buckets of tears have been shed. So very much has been liberated from our fevered grasp.

Check it Bohemians. This is the deepest dark before the dawn and the sweet sunrise is mere weeks away. But between now and then strict chaos protocol applies. Resist all impulses to lose thy shit. Commit to nothing and to no-one. Expect epic tantrums from change addled muggles and avoid them like the fuqing plague lest you too be infected. Watch for the bombs and bullets and perfect your duck and weave.

Do you. Yes, Fabulous You in your wicked warpaint, warrior of evolution and coolest cat in the cage. Scribble furiously in your book of shadows and let the fever burn off the dross. Bide your time and make the most of this deep dark moon, chucking all you don't need over the back of your head like a manic stripper.

Peel back your layers darling to reveal the shimmering jewel that you are. This revolution will be televised, every agonising second of it, so take the Loreal approach and do the work. Because you have the inside running. Because you can. Because you know how.
Because, Beautiful One, you're worth it.

Words c. Kerrie Basha 2015