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There is so much happening this week, in liminal and mysterious ways. It feels like we are emerging from the fever dream of Eclipse season with some newfound level of wakefulness, something retrieved in the depths of that process to guide the way forward. Inanna, Persephone, the medial facet of ourselves prepares to emerge from the Underworld, carrying with it a formative insight that came in the dreamtime. We are remembering what is clear + true, what matters most to the core of our being. Let it lead you through the disorientation of this transition.
If you’ve ever/never seen the movie Inception, this is a good week to watch it. And/or Severance, which has been really interesting to watch during this particular Eclipse/Retrograde season. There are ways that it feels almost uncanny, as if Neptune (the god of media/alternate realities) planted this into our collective consciousness at just the perfect moment to reflect back to us something vital. Maybe, maybe not.
The day after the final Aries eclipse, Neptune has finally entered Aries ~ and just so happens to be the modern planetary ruler of much of the Astrology of this week. SO much happening in Pisces, one day after the next. Venus + Mercury, both moving retrograde through Pisces, will pass over the North Node - a call back to the week of Imbolc (Feb 1). Something was seeded at that time, that we are returning to. This is dream recall, remembering more of that vitality + insight that began to emerge earlier this year. Another layer reveals itself.
The dream is breaking, we are becoming lucid, conscious of ourselves within the Myth of our Life. In that split second of self-realization, we are flooded by the immanence of our being-ness. Through awakening to the phenomenon of our interiority, we become an active participant. You are the agent of change in your life. Move as such.
Above all else. Take it easy. This week holds the surge of power much like the top of the inhale before the exhale, the undertow of the tide before the crash of awakening. Give yourself to it.
I live my life in widening circles that drift out over the things.
I may not achieve the very last, but it will be my aim.
I circle around God, around the age-old tower;
I’ve been circling for millennia and still I don’t know:
am I a falcon, a storm, or a sovereign song?
Tr. Edward Snow
