13.07.2020
As we kiss goodbye to Merc's mad retrograde and bid a single fingered sayonara to a couple of confounding weeks, we are not exactly out of the retrograde woods. Still more than half our planetary players are in revision and rebirth mode, turning our heads to the past in order to revolutionise the future.
Chiron's fresh rx in Aries is the one claiming our attention, this week amped by Mars at his right hand and in his home state. It can make for accident prone uncovering of old wounds, all the better to draw attention to their overdue need for healing. And too, it can tickle temperamental underbellies and flick the tantrum switch. Ain't nothing like the bellow of a wounded animal.
Chiron's raison d'etre is healing, not wounding. Our greatest mythological teacher is less whining and more overbloodycoming. As this revolution kicks in and things get darker before the solstice new dawn, there is no time nor place for indulgent shirt pulling. Your work is the work. And we all need you to just do it.
Chiron in Aries natives are forged by this fire. Despite the gen x moniker and its implied insouciance, those born between 1968 and 1977 are resilient as fuck, shrugging off pain and using its searing as fuel and fodder. They tend not to be wounded the same way twice, quickly ensuring no repeats and tucking necessary learning well within. For the next few months, it is all about getting with this program.
In fact most all the cosmic choreography of this seminal year in history is built on returning you home to yourself. The revolution takes root within, its eventual bloom gifted to those willing to excavate and eviscerate all the old programming.
It isn't yours, it's just familiar. It isn't working for you, just for them. Its handmaidens are fast becoming the pariahs and piranhas of the old world crumbling, their fierce futile protection of its old ways their death sentence.
Do not find yourself among their number. Lean in. Face down your shadow work with a hammering heart and a cheeky rueful smooch. All that breaks us makes us somehow too. As we broach this final event horizon of eclipse season, the flames are licking higher.
Let yourself be forged.
Snap of Chiron in Aries spirit animal Juliette Lewis
Words c. Kerrie Basha 20
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