Art by @tijanadraws
In the thick of that wild weekend of shadows and retrograde revelation, Venus pinwheeled beyond the fray. Returning now, eyes wider and wiser, perhaps weeping or broken and most certainly in retreat, to one of her celestial home spaces. Libra boasts the portion of the Burning Way that Venus favours as stomping ground. That's better - for all of us - In the wake of a cazimi experience that entirely shifted the trajectory of this particular retrograde.
Venus meets this very familiar territory anew. Occulted in every sense, we cannot see her in our skies now until November. Venus is at the dark zenith of her black mirror retrograde languishing in a deep space cavern between earth and sun, between the worlds that crave her light but not her dark side and neither her cold refusal to shine on command. The cocoon space in which we liquify in order to take entirely different form, the shapeshifting that remakes us behind closed doors. The gutwrenching work of recovery that makes the fluttery re-emergence look effortless, like magic.
Here now she meets her moon, full as an egg in Taurus trailing its own retinue of shades. Chiron bearing salt that removes the oldest masks. Pluto's long knives bloodletting the old world still refusing to fall on its sword. Merc's fresh retrograde scrambling the field. For the next two days this stubborn bulwark of a moon won't budge, standing like a mountain against the tide of revolution and unrest. Ruled by Venus from her deepest underworld, the root that is really dug furthest in. The only senses that work properly here are internal.
What is it that happens when an immovable object meets an unstoppable force? And what could that look like when all three are holding firm whilst agitating for everything and everyone to move on? An Escher print of mighty forces whose exertions are holding us all in their thrall. There will be no looking away, or getting away with it either. These fixed sign forces are not just ideas, they too are primal in combination. Standing your ground is the very least this moon will ask of us.
From October's Star Calendar
Art by @tijanadraws
Words c. Kerrie Basha 2026 ⚔️Bohomofo is an AI Free Zone