Year of the Snake Progress Report

AI Art by Dalmation Nation

Already a third of the way through this Year of the Snake, its body politic wound tightly around us and all the world now. Smooth concentric muscle contracting like a birth canal, constricting like a stranglehold, compressing our life's worth of smoke and mirrors in an effort to shed everything not in service of The Future.

Our brief stint out of retrograde and eclipse has passed in a galloping blur of glitching timelines and unfathomable repeats. We are being constantly moved, shunted over thresholds and points of no return. We are being shown in no uncertain terms what works for us, and what has steadily worked against us no matter its emperor's new clothes.

We are feeling, in a way that tragically now cannot be unseen nor undone, the awful whole truth. This world unapologetically only out for itself. An orchestrated empathy deficit that divides, conquers and condemns us all. Those that don't give a fuck who they trample, bomb or deceive. The blink blinking when they are called out and the double down that truly reveals the rot.

The snake coils tighter. Old skin stretches to splitting, the itch beneath forcing the shed. Shadow rises its serpentine head with eyes locked only on you. Prophecy and portent mingle like lovers that already know the magic of their union and all it will yet deliver.

As we make our way to the scorpion's full moon and Pluto's retrograde rakes spiny nails down all our backs, yet another reckoning is upon us. The only prize left is evolution. The only way forward is through this underworld inversion. The only time that counts to make a difference is now. Peace is not passive, and neither those who broker its prayer.

You don't need to be a bully to have a backbone.
~ Julian Assange


Words c. Kerrie Basha 2025