Gemini Reflections
Collage art by @hheininge
Gemini season arrives annually to haul stale thinking out of its doldrums and boots stuck in the mud blood of the old world. Its twin skinning of perception and faculty is not a figment of your imagination. Gemini came to play, already messing maniacally with the stubborn fixations revealed by a storming Taurus season.
Mercury's rulership of Gemini was underlined by his arrival home when this wild rebirthing week began, an impending shift in the air and revelation creeping. Sextiling Saturn and Neptune in their new iterations, seeding inspiration and fresh focus. Emboldened by sun and moon in his home turf, trining Urania by lightning and Pluto by shadow. Rebirthing the moon and resetting the frame again.
Merc is the planet that messes with our minds and all we think we know. Playing in the deepest channels of our philosophies and psychologies forcing constant revision, upgrade and download. The psychopomp that deftly shunts perception by changing frames, games and default modes, showing us it is all just a trick of the light and the shadows it conjures.
Since the crack of eclipsia last March, Merc has been transporting us between worlds real and imagined, poking holes in the fabric of our regular reality to see if we will peer into them. Suspending disbelief and cultivating tangents. Revising ideas to settle debts to the past as safe investment in the future. Teasing the imaginal into form. His current cazimi is yet another rebirthing portal whose blinding light could just vaporise all that holds you stuck in your own head, blind to the multiple realities that exist beyond it.
If your intelligence is artificial, so too is your world view. If your mentality is stuck, so too is your life. If your dreams and visions are shaped by external architects, so too is your dark dying world. This weekend you can reclaim it with the presence of mind Merc demands. Make no bones about it, darklings. This is the fight of our lives and all of the futures it could pursue unfettered.
The great end of art is to strike the imagination with the power of a soul that refuses to admit defeat in the face of a collapsing world
~ Neitsche
Words c. Kerrie Basha 2025