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The full scale reno by the Capricorn construction co. has been crashing old structures and fatally quaking the patri-pillars our world was built upon since January. Saturn’s move into Aquaria after the March equinox tipping point was a brief preview of a signature new structural energy that will define 2021. But his retrograde back through…
This week and right throughout October is when the rubber meets the road. 2020’s hold my beer mode is not nearly done yet. An Aries full moon sandwiched between Saturn and Pluto turning direct, Merc and Venus shifting signs and Mars’ retrograde fully peaking through it all. Saturn and Pluto’s wide ranging work on the…
You are not imagining that schism in the fabric of reality nor the cattle prod ripple in the matrix. Today delivers a jaw dropping, see you / raise you version of March’s tipping point astrology. This time with galvanising friction points that will finally engender sustained action stations. Think of it as truly radicalising astrology,…
Have we become so blasé about our lady armour, so 2020 match fit, that we now require nought more than a steely horn, a cape and a strong espresso? Are we indeed turning to face the strain, so deftly mainlining the ongoing ch-ch-changes that we barely raise an eyebrow or a single gloved finger? Today…
This week arrives with the kind of trepidation only a woman in a chain mail caftan and ridiculous shoes about to navigate a marble staircase under lights understands. This is us all running the failing patriarchal gauntlet as the earth heaves. The next few months crunch the dinosaurs with dicks even further, ultimately blowing their…
The moon’s path to her peak is a veritable pinball as mighty forces bounce off one another and the energy ratchets. Tis a crowded landscape darklings, one best navigated with care and while wearing a helmet. As the moon jouneys to Aquaria, she runs the Capricorn gauntlet and we again feel the emotional undertow of…
Mirror mirror on the moon Are you still singing the same old tune? Our first full moon post eclipsia – that merry transformative rollercoaster that tipped our worlds on their pretty heads from July through August – is almost here. Cue maximum lunar agitation, Aries style for dramatic effect. Amped by the not insignificant impact…
Dear Saturn, You bastard. It occurred to me that a pertinent ritual to perform at the time of Saturn’s motion direct would be to write a letter to old Father Time. The first draft (above) was a little less eloquent than I had in mind but it has been an eye rolling week indeed as…
Flotation device anyone? Saturn’s grinding change in direction signals more than heavy existential malaise or dour proof of life. No really, darklings. These are mere symptoms, crushing though they may feel, of a greater quest in the offing. Any planet paused at the station starts poking us harder to make quite sure we get it….
Say hello one and all to the existential crisis that always accompanies Saturn at his stationing point. If everything feels a little bit hopeless or you’re feeling a little bit useless in the face of the cosmic shellacking this year has metered out, you can thank old Father Time for tightening the screws on it…