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25.01.2022 Tis all too easy in the face of astrofuckery / 2020 / rampant life guzzling change, to feel the regular prickles of despair and despondency. Some of these yards are devastatingly hard. This is a year out of time like no other, its impact searing and irrevocable by design. And whilst this shadowdancer has no plans to lightwash the gong show or haul you back from your edges and their peculiar shimmering magic, life is yet conspiring to flip our age old narratives. The ones that... live inside us that have held the ancient decrepit structures in place. Chief among these is how we are conditioned to abandon ourselves to them. To trade our unique progress through life for manic mass productivity. To sacrifice self care on the altar of looking after everyone and everything else first. To relinquish personal autonomy to unequal and harmful systems that do not bear weight should we need to lean on them. To trade sovereignty for the illusion of safety, as fear imprisons us in our homes and heads. The empathy deficit in our world is still staggering, lived experience yet denied or degraded. Care and compassion gated by ideology, politics and whataboutism. Our earth gasping and our hearts breaking at what yet continues. Every excruciating detail of the revolution televised and terrorised. Despite its late stage grabs and stunts, evil authority and mindless consumption alike have had their day and are now going off in the late afternoon sun. We are limping out of unconsciousness and dissociation, which means we are thinking and feeling into spaces that have been locked tight inside us. Each jimmying the lock on our own Pandora's box and blown away by the storm that arises from within. This is your workbench. Where you are called to diligently do your work, the kind that changes the world from the inside out. This revolution is seeded within, held in heart space and shadow, aching for the balm of your tender attention. It demands you prioritise it and protect it. That you do not turn away from yourself again or fall into the easy trap of thinking your work is get everyone else to change. Shadow work is an inside job. I'm here if you need a guide, an ear or just a start. Art: Thistles in a Field by Fedela Brudges, 1875. Described by gardener John Forti as the first woman in his town to wear pants. Hail Fedela, doing life her own way. Words c. Kerrie Basha 2020 www.bohomofo.com If you are keen to dive into deeper shadow work with me, DM for details or join the next full mooner. Each of my events includes a free Q&A on shadow work.
24.01.2022 The final mutable month of this mad season of revolution has arrived like a vision, one built on the harsh learning and wild wisdom we have crafted from this year out of time. Sagittarius is a learning curve liberally peppered with fresh adventures in consciousness and an insatiable hankering for the whole of the truth. Not for nothing our ardent archers are renowned for telling it like it is, without fear or favour. They are the all too frequent town criers of the zodiac who... refuse to let stale paradigm or pompous judgement cramp their signature style. Impossible to tie down and up for adventure at a moment's notice, they know their ticket to ride the freedom train demands an unwavering commitment to the unseen and an insatiable hunger for what comes next. As we crest eclipsia on Saggi's axis of higher learning and begin actively constructing a new normal built on inclusion and sustainable evolution, this is a fine elixir to glug. Taken liberally between now and the solstice dawn of the new age, it will fire your imaginal cells and loosen crusted old ways and means. There is no turning back, not even to wave a weepy goodbye. There is no security to be found outside of yourself. Everything you will need on this journey to your brave new world already lives in you, unearthed by the often brutal Capricorn dancing of this year. Focus only on the new spaces that have been made within and begin to conjure from there. The 2020 vision you have been gifted glitters in the darkness waiting for your wide eyes to land upon its new shore. Aim your arrows high, straight and true. Every archer knows that delicious tension is what powers the arrow and only release sets its slingshot in forward motion. The target is yours alone to choose and boldly stride towards. Life is either a daring adventure or nothing at all ~ Helen Keller @laporcshia for @voguearabia Words c. Kerrie Basha 2020 www.bohomofo.com New World Order readings crafted to make uncommon sense of this year and set your sights firmly on what comes next. DM to book in, darklings.
23.01.2022 Next Tuesday's dark mooner will be a magical affair as we peer deeply together into this curious cosmic landscape, paying particular attention to Mars newly minted rx status and the retrograde imperative as a whole. Here's how to rework, reconfigure and recreate your life and your corner of the world, aided and abetted by some serious starpower. Join me at 12.30pm AEST next Tuesday 15th to tickle your synapses and fire your imaginal cells. Soothe your nervous system with balm...ing breathwork and meditation. And of course a signature storytelling journey to the shadowlands to tend and befriend what we find there. Imagination is our secret superpower as we envision our brave new world. I am loving stretching my storytelling muscles, combining journeying with gentle exploration of the shadow. Each event includes a bonus Q&A to support those navigating these changing times through their own shadow work and contributes ongoing to the wonderful work of the National Justice Project Australia. Tickets are on offer now via the Dark Mooner link below. A recording will be sent at the conclusion of the event to all ticketholders if you cannot join us live. https://www.eventbrite.com.au/e/119973653427 Catch you next Tuesday, darklings
23.01.2022 Batten down the hatches, darklings. If you have the luxury of debating lockdown, now would be the time to try it anyway. It is getting dangerous out there and in here. Things they are a-ramping as Mars and Pluto begin squaring off with no plans to calm down until Friday, in time for Urania to go rogue and retrograde. This year will again be asking us to hold its beer, as it continues unabashed towards its revolutionary aims. What might the next few days feel like? Zero tolera...nce. Anything from a disquieting niggle to full blown rage at what is yet to change. An inability to tolerate the same old bullshit or excuses, copouts or bypasses. A violent reaction to the gaslighting, smokescreens and deft DARVO that ensures everything stays the same. Hitting thy limits. Ramping from fed up to defcon five meltdown in less time than it takes to boil an egg. Breakups, breakdowns and eventually, breakthroughs. What might the next few days be useful for? Activism. Enacting overdue change, ideally in your own house before you storm the capital. Enforcing boundaries you can see from space. Picking your own side and fighting for it. Roaring the truth. Immolating the lies. Physically taxing pursuits, whole body renovation and feats of endurance. What might be best to avoid the next few days? Everyone. Traffic. Crowds. Helpful corrections. The love and light show. Known aggressors, snarks and bullies, apologists, not-all-anythings and the simpering self pity party. None are helpful at the best of times but under these stars, the result could be lethal. Though it may be ferally uncomfortable, channel the churning. Don't run away from your body screaming enough. Step up to the plate and have overdue hard conversations. Plunge into the difficulty and confront it head on. It isn't going anywhere by itself. These stars ramp the fire in our belly as fuel for transformation. Use these burning times to solve riddles and untangle yourself from danger, lest you be consumed by their flames. Bitterness is like cancer. It eats upon the host. But anger is like fire. It burns it all clean. ~ Maya Angelou Never go to bed mad. Stay up and fight. ~ Phyllis Diller Words c. Kerrie Basha 2020 www.bohomofo.com
23.01.2022 Today is the very last day of the most underwhelming lion season in recent memory. One that featured a distinct lack of both bands and parades, a disturbing vortex of sparkling and a terminal glut of world stage life drama. A special mention to my lovely Leo pride of darklings, whose locked down birthdays royally sucked. It has been far less extra than most Augusts and far more taxing on our poor hearts. But stretch those hammering pacemakers it has, calling us to dig deeper ...and be braver than ever before. Leo season always reminds us that we too are lionhearted, our lives rising and falling in direct proportion to our courage. A curious virtue, courage is tucked into all of our hearts for just the moments we desperately need it. Courage is a converter, the strength that lies within us to face our fear and eventually conquer it, claiming our sovereignty and place in the pride. Our default setting seems to presume that we lack courage, an easy assumption to make when our knees are knocking and our trembling threatens to short circuit us. When all hope feels dashed and faith has caught the last bus out of crazy town. It is at precisely this terrible moment that courage rears its lion head and softly roars, gaining power as it finally inhabits its purpose. Your courage has saved you over and over again. It has been the whisper within that keeps you going and the untamed cri de coeur you didn't know you had in you. It has shocked and soothed you, appearing from within as welcome apparition and reliable friend. Courage is the cornerstone of overcoming and the bedrock of a life well lived and heart led. 2020 has not been ponying up the regular goods, trading them instead for revolutionary blindsiding. The kind that calls us to arm ourselves with even greater love, vaster compassion and great vatfuls of courage. So today, this last in the lair of the lioness, I pin on your heart this medal. To remind you what always lies in wait behind it darkling, living in you all along. The most courageous act is still to think for yourself. Aloud. ~ Coco Chanel Image of the cowardly lion from the original Wizard of Oz Words c. Kerrie Basha 2020 www.bohomofo.com
22.01.2022 You are not imagining that schism in the fabric of reality nor the cattle prod ripple in the matrix. Today delivers a jaw dropping, see you / raise you version of March's tipping point astrology. This time with galvanising friction points that will finally engender sustained action stations. Think of it as truly radicalising astrology, the kind that gets under your skin to force change. Back at the last equinox we were all still gawping at lockdown, chaos and pandemonia. We c...ould not see then was what was happening behind the curtain. Courtesy of an agitating cardinal T square, that will clang today and on repeat through Mars and Mercury's retrogrades, the full spectrum of our rocky horror is showing itself. Because we cannot heal anything we refuse to see. Whether you look to what's going on in your life, blowing up on the world stage or your native political gong show, unrest and injustice cannot be unseen. We can no longer sit idly by *and* be the change we wish to be living. It's a doing word. We are called to make a difference. A look at the major players, here to help you know thine true opponent. Saturn in Capricorn stationing to turn direct represents what is established, showing us all year the truth of rotten foundations and what - or who - wields authority over us. Versus Mars retrograde in Aries, revolting and agitating for change. Activated, passionate and willing to go to war. Mad as hell and not going to take it anymore. He represents our drive and ambition as much as our righteous rage. Versus Mercury at the lashing tail end of Libra, better known as the Fiery Way. Shelving diplomacy for justice and speaking combustible truth to entrenched power. He has just entered his rx shadow but has to hit Scorp before he backs up to cross this ground again. And so with Mars in retrograde, Saturn about to come out of his and Merc soon to begin, these three will continue to square off. All in cardinal signs, showing us the path to transition and the doors we have to charge through to get there. Action stations, darklings. Revolution is not a bed of roses. Revolution is a struggle between the future and the past. ~ Fidel Castro Pic of Benny Drama Words c. Kerrie Basha 2020 www.bohomofo.com
22.01.2022 This week arrives with the kind of trepidation only a woman in a chain mail caftan and ridiculous shoes about to navigate a marble staircase under lights understands. This is us all running the failing patriarchal gauntlet as the earth heaves. The next few months crunch the dinosaurs with dicks even further, ultimately blowing their old house down. Up. To smithereens, either way. The stars they would be shaking wizened fists at, if they peered beyond their stale echo chambers..., are the continuing fallout of the Capricorn congress of Jupiter, Pluto and Saturn. Currently retrograding just in case they missed anything. Now squared, shaken and violently stirred by old Uncle Mars, all fired up in Aries and preparing to go rogue. Last week our planetary warrior squared off with Jupiter and the result was incendiary. During the weekend he plotted and ranted with the queens of take no shit, Eris and Lilith. Armed to the teeth and centuries beyond fed up, their meeting further fuelled righteous outrage and discord. Perfect prep for the Mars Pluto shitstorm that will blow up midweek. The powder keg is shuddering and the fuse may have already lit itself. What can we do, beyond sensible shoes and PPE, to navigate this week of landmines and blindsides? Channel your firepower. It is still lion season, darklings. The waterworld of tears and terror and tantrums will simply become hot air, a vapour that makes no impact and ceases to hold water. Consider instead that these roaring flames are burning down the old and freeing up the energy you have devoted to it. Given away to all the thems that crept under your skin and made it their home. This fire is forging you. Transforming your molten liquid into a sharp sword to cut through brick walls and glass ceilings, sever cords and binds and ultimately set you free. Did you really think your revolution would arrive without a fight? That all you are yet to claim would be laid at your feet? That the battle would be won by memes and keyboard warriors, as you sat a safe distance away and warbled change gonna come? Revolt begs more than a perfectly raised eyebrow. It howls to your blood and this week conjures it to a high simmer. Rewrite your burning times anew or be consumed. This week takes no prisoners and tells no lies. Shot from the Dior Spring 1998 couture line Words c. Kerrie Basha 2020 www.bohomofo.com
21.01.2022 "Blackberries" by Margaret Atwood In the early morning, an old woman is picking blackberries in the shade. It will be too hot later, but right now there's dew. Some berries fall. Those are for squirrels. Some are unripe, reserved for bears. Some go into the metal bowl.... Those are for you so you may taste them just for a moment. That's good times - one little sweetness after another, then quickly gone. Once, this old woman I'm conjuring up for you would have been my grandmother. Today, it's me. Years from now, it might be you if you're quite lucky. The hands reaching in among the leaves and spines were once my mother's. I've passed them on. Decades ahead, you'll study your own temporary hands, and you'll remember. Don't cry. This is what happens. Look; the steel bowl is almost full, enough for all of us. The blackberries gleam like glass, like the glass ornaments we hang on trees in December to remind ourselves to be grateful for a snow. Some berries occur in sun, but they are smaller. It's as I always told you. The best ones grow in shadow. Magic words for this dreamy week as we dance on blurred edges.
21.01.2022 Half a year ago, on the opposite side of the wheel of the year at the equinox, life tipped wildly out of balance. The world was shifted irrevocably by pandemonia. Things felt uncertain, uneven and unsteady. As we move beyond the tipping point on this side of the wheel, the new season is well sprung and unwearied by the warring world of men and medicine. Nature has not just righted herself this year, she has reached deep into our muted hearts and called them to proper attentio...n with her true colours. Though the equinox is all about the balance between dark and light, it teaches us on repeat that balance is a process of constant adjustment. It is not a fixed state; it is perpetual motion. And in a world revolting and rebirthing, the idea of it becomes even more precious. Balance is something you can only ever find inside yourself. No matter what. I hope this equinox, yours righted itself just enough for you to feel its peace and promise. Rippling backwards and forwards along your lifeline, its adventurous navigation a fine art honed by this strange year out of time. Oh, what a catastrophe for man when he cut himself off from the rhythm of the year, from his unison with the sun and the earth. Oh, what a catastrophe, what a maiming of love when it was a personal, merely personal feeling, taken away from the rising and the setting of the sun, and cut off from the magic connection of the solstice and the equinox. ~ D.H. Lawrence Ostara and Mabon correspondences and rituals in the coven, witches. You too can join us there to walk with the moon and the wheel of the year at www.patreon.com/bohomofo looking out my back door; sunset on the sabbat Words c. Kerrie Basha 2020 www.bohomofo.com
19.01.2022 And where are you leading her all unheeding O light Moon-Lady, who knows, who knows? But oh, I wish that my feet were scaling Your floating ladder let down for me!... For who would reckon when faeries beckon And the witch-moon shines through the willow tree? The Spring Moon ~ Karle Wilson Baker (1878-1960) Luna in the magnolia. Dreamy.
19.01.2022 Amidst mayhem and revolution, 2020's grand rewiring is being delivered in no small way by the many retrogrades in motion. Mars hitting reverse gear brought their swelling number to six, including the Capricorn congress. Each and all rx planets pushing a revisionist agenda, one that incites revolutionising change through learning from the past. Looking back, knowing more, doing better, moving on. Of course, not everyone will get the memo. The flat earthers, no brainers and agi...tating meanies of the world already feel the shitstorm rising tempers. The undercurrent is palpable and broiling. So too those uneasily committed to a queasy status quo or too busy lobbing shots across the bow to notice. Making things worse is always ill advised but under this starscape it is craven foolism. Someone tell the politicians. Mars retrograde is always a horse of a different primary colour. His short sharp orbit means his rx opposes rather than dances with the sun. Two hotheads blazing at each other across the universe, a trial by fire and one that remakes our relationship to rage. Getting to know the anatomy of your anger makes it a formidable ally. Wrapping it in denial, red flags or blame renders you a weapon half cocked. When Mars retracts, we don't merely get a chance to pull the thorns out of the warrior's craw. In Aries, we are also called to sit for months by our own fire and relearn the nature of our flames and passions. What fuels us or snuffs us out. All that gets us leaping into action. What we burn for. How we get lit. All that flaming I Am and the smoking Once Was, laid bare on common ground. This transit is never about calm or compliance. It will feel unholy at times as Mars rx squares off on repeat with Saturn and Pluto in global renovation mode. Best not treated as a baseless call to arms, reactive warmongers or fightpickers will fare terribly. Instead consider it a dazzling invitation to nurture the phoenix that lives within you, sharpening its flint and tending to its flames. What matters most is how well you walk through the fire ~ Charles Bukowski Art: Le Phénix, form alchemy of the philosophers by Salvador Dali, 1976 Words c. Kerrie Basha 2020 www.bohomofo.com Next Tuesday's dark mooner includes a deep dive into our helpful retrograde imperative. Yes really. Tickets here darklings for those keen to align to these powerful energies. https://www.eventbrite.com.au/e/119973653427
19.01.2022 Between now and next Tuesday's dark mooner, we have quite some stars to navigate. Though we may be entering the final quarter of the moon cycle, this week shows no signs of easing up. It occurred to me that a balming meditation may be just what witches, women and other magically identifying creatures may be craving. I will of course be diving into the current astrology, exploring the tangents on offer through the Uranian retrograde with several heads up for navigating the nex...t few weeks and months. 2020 is still in hold my beer mode and this revolution has a long way to go yet. Join me at 11.30am AEST next Tuesday 18th to tickle your synapses and soothe your nervous system with breathwork and meditation. And of course a signature storytelling journey to the shadowlands to tend and befriend what we find there. Imagination is our secret superpower as we envision our brave new world. Tickets are on offer now via the Dark Mooner link below. A recording will be sent at the conclusion of the event for you to enjoy, if you cannot join us live. I am loving stretching my storytelling muscles, combining journeying with gentle exploration of the shadow. Each event includes a bonus Q&A to support those navigating these changing times through their own shadow work and contributes ongoing to the wonderful work of the National Justice Project, supporting our first nation's people. https://www.eventbrite.com.au/e/dark-moon-dreaming-tickets-
18.01.2022 Today's altar for my Dark Mooner was a hearty delight, setting the tone for a deliciously deep dive into our heartspace. It included a lovely decluttering of any superfluous cardiac squatters, divine breathwork to fill the hungry chambers and a storytelling journey that swept us all away on a magic carpet ride. If it sounds like just the medicine your heart craves, DM to get your paws on the recording to listen at your leisure. Until then, rest your lovely lionheart so it can... roar fitfully on the morrow. The moon is dark in Leo until it rises anew: L.A. at 7.41pm on Tuesday New York at 10.41pm on Tuesday London 3.41am on on Wednesday Sydney at 12.41pm on Wednesday Ritual recommendations for the dark moon / new moon flip sent last night for my coven witches, or those who would like to join us there at www.patreon.com/bohomofo For the next day or so darklings, take heart. But no one except Lucy knew that as it circled the mast it had whispered to her, "Courage, dear heart," and the voice, she felt sure, was Aslan's, and with the voice a delicious smell breathed in her face. ~ C.S. Lewis, The Voyage of the Dawn Treader (Chronicles of Narnia, #3)
18.01.2022 Sunday spent deep in divination, listening to the songs and sounds and whispers in my own life. Scrying the sea and watching the sky. Letting the wind ruffle my feathers and mess up my hair. Rolling in the grass on the bluff with Stell. Feeling the shifting seasons. Flicking open random books in favourite coffee shops, to be reminded of what and why and how. "When we cut through the superficial differences between us, we're all the same at our core. We yearn to love and be lo...ved. We yearn to hear that we're on the right path, or how to find our way back to it if we feel we've wandered off. We yearn to be stronger, wiser, healthier, more courageous and less afraid. We yearn to understand what confuses and debilitates us. We yearn to experience connection to our own eternal spirits, rather than just hope it exists. We yearn to know beyond all doubt that there's more than this, that we're more than this. We yearn for peace of mind and access to the ultimate peace our spirits possess. In varying forms, those are the issues with which my clients have entrusted me all these years. The answers I offer have nothing to do with me, other than my willingness to stay out of the way." ~ from Insight by Sylvia Browne Sunday brought to you by all these good things, a soaring eagle, a playful pod of dolphins and this corner of the earth that smiles at me and reminds me why I am here. This time every year I wake up from Winter and want to dive in. www.bohomofo.com
17.01.2022 Lady Love is on the move. She has breached the surface glass after a turgid excursion through the Cancerian waterworld, her deep dive through the heartspace that is our home in this world. She has her sights firmly set on the flaming lair of the lioness, her Leonine cape of stars overdue for a good swishing and glittering. Her final yards in Cancer have been the hardest. Squaring both Mars in Aries and the Capricorn congress one by one, as the surreal full moon in Pisces haze...d the frame. This undercurrent built the tension, spotlighting the discordance between masculine and feminine, within and without. If you have built your love nest in the branches of another's heart, the last month will have tested the weight in trying conditions. If you are flying solo, an equal music strummed your heartstrings. Questioning how we marry opposing forces without dishonour or dispute or sacrifice. Venus moving into Leo tomorrow is a welcome inferno that dries up the swamp in dramatic fashion. It trades tender explorations for living and loving out loud. Here Venus knows what she wants and why and ardently pursues it with a strident focus on the honeypot at the end of the rainbow. It offers us all an overdue blast of bravado and moves us from gawping on the sidelines to centre stage. There is no denying what you desire now. The lair of the lioness encourages us each to hunt it down. Leo asserts dominion over the heartspace. Our time prowling the zodiac's jungle proves our heart, its strength and its courage, without testing its mettle nearly so much. Here we are forged and famed if we inhabit the unbridled chutzpah its natives are renowned for - which is precisely how they get what they really really want. The stage remains set for radical reinvention. The kind that relegates your last iteration to its rightful place in history. Traded up for greater authenticity and a noble sovereignty that commands respect. Perhaps too a whole new look that reflects the renovation within. There remains a world of difference between shining a spotlight and stepping into one. Be ready for your heart's close up, darklings. Statue of Queen Zenobia rising from the Mediterranean Sea Words c. Kerrie Basha 2020 www.bohomofo.com
17.01.2022 Happy sabbat witches, as the wheel of the year continues to creak its eternal motion. Today is Imbolc in the south and Lammas in the north, as the sun crosses the midpoint between equinox and solstice. You may have noticed its celebration last weekend on the 1st of the month. The application of fixed dates to the sabbats was a relatively recent decree, only taking hold in the 1960s in Wiccan circles largely for organisational convenience. But as a card carrying star witch, my... wheel follows the sun's progression through the stars. The wheel of the year itself was first documented by mythologist Jacob Grimm in his 1835 work, Teutonic Mythology. In it he was scribing centuries old traditions of ancient pagans, whose ritual observation and festivals were based around the movement of the sun and the moon, the stars and and the seasons. This sabbat, as the midpoint between solstice and equinox, is known as the cross quarter on the wheel of the year. It is when the sun arrives at the midpoint of Leo. In the south we feel the first stirrings of an earth waking up from its Winter slumber. In the north it is the peak of Summer and harvest. Because Mama Nature does not shunt dramatically but does so gradually, the cross quarter sabbats call our attention to the changing earth. It is a subtle shift, imperceptible to those hijacked by a virtual post modern existence, visible only to those who care to look. Over in the coven, I have posted about the history and traditions of both Imbolc and Lammas - because witches from all over the world have joined our community. I have also included some beautifully simple ways to feel into this sabbat and anchor yourself in its magics. If you would like to join us there, the coven is hosted on Patreon. www.patreon.com/bohomofo I hope this magical day gets under your skin and finds its way home in you, darklings. Art by @amandaclarkartist Words c. Kerrie Basha 2020 www.bohomofo.com
16.01.2022 As the new moon rises to pull us back from the inky void, she arrives as potent prelude to a tipping point. Make no mistake about it, this lunar cycle is a fresh crossing that calls your soul to its purpose through embodiment. You are here. Now. Navigating humanity's late stage gong show as your heart drums its singular rhythm. In Virgo, we are beholden to none other than its guiding syncopation. Whether you see it shimmering or know it not yet, this year has pummelled and pu...shed us all to these crossroads. Calling light forth from our shadows and ripping back the veils we have been swaddled in. The truth has to piss you off to set you free*. The moon and sun in Virgo serve us up a giant vat of get shit done, flavoured with cunning discernment and a mercurial eye for detail. Neptune in opposition liquifies our illusions in the face of the sharp eyes. Saturn again brings his discipline and drive to the new moon party, with less grinding and more get up and go forth. This bountiful new moon, rippling with potent possibility, squares the nodes and it is this bending of that axis which places us at our crossroads. Now we stride between past and future as their symmetry plants us firmly in our true present. Embodied and clued in, intuiting our what comes next step by bold stride. You have heard the call, however faintly, all year. Shown in no uncertain terms what is no longer aligned. Called to the steepest learning curve and rolling initiation that keeps having its way with your hummingbird heart. The dark moon dropped the dross and, done right, decluttered your fresh ground zero. And so it begins. This new moon before the equinox signals time. To kick in, level up and take the leap of faith in yourself that is required now. You were born ready, with all you need already tucked within. Choose to use it, starting afresh with this rippling new moon. If you do not invent yourself, you will be invented. ~ Maya Angelou Art by Marietjie Henning Smith Truth quote by Gloria Steinem Words c. Kerrie Basha 2020 www.bohomofo.com Crossroads readings a specialty darklings. DM to book in for a large dose of clarity, insight and soul transmission.
16.01.2022 Mercury is coming for us this week darklings as the revolution truly takes hold and kicks up a gear or three. Tomorrow may be the equinox tipping point as the sun swans into Libran playing fields but it arrives in the midst of a sharp cosmic one two punch. This is indeed a week to have your wits about you. Mercury at the tail end of Libra is making his way to Scorpio along the via combusta. The fiery way is the ancient's gauntlet, a passage they saw fraught with danger and un...rest. But it is too a guaranteed portal to transformation, the kind this year has been setting in motion on repeat. Mercury's journey through the lashing tail end of Libra is a call to justice, as it is being revealed and rewoven by this tremoring year. The scales have long been out of balance, tipped in favour of the self interested bastards that loaded their side up. Expect this week to expose even greater levels of corruption and double standards from the decaying patriarchy, as RBG bangs the gavel from a far higher bench. Today Merc squares off with Pluto, courting transformation through chaos. Tomorrow he drinks tea with the north node as they map out new futures. Wednesday he stares down Saturn stationing to turn direct and by Thursday Mars joins the party forming a cataclysmic T square. T for trouble and strife, this config courts conflict and the kind of righteous rage that shifts putrefying shit. The process is unholy and often horrifying but so too is the whole truth that has pushed our world to rebirth. The towers are fatally quaking now. Look to what you may like to revolutionise or call to order in your own life and use this fire as fuel, this unrest as a crack through which overdue change can rush in. Don the lady armour if you must brave the fray and remember with Mars rx, those who pick a fight are bound to lose it. Draw your sword only in valiant defence and cultivate the mightier mercurial arts of communication and sharp wit. This week is another baptism by fire, fuelled by hot air and a world tipping wildly. Find the eye of this perfect storm and peer through, darklings. This year yet has your name on it. A revolution is not a bed of roses. A revolution is a struggle between the future and the past. ~ Fidel Castro Art uncredited via Pinterest Words c. Kerrie Basha 2020 www.bohomofo.com
14.01.2022 This full moon hangover was a doozy darklings, one that held us in its thrall far beyond its midweek peak. You may only just be feeling its dissipation, with the moon now firmly ensconced in Aries refiring the playing field. But still musing upon what in Endora's name swept you up and away or pulled you under sometime last Tuesday. The Pisces full moon is a multidimensional waveform that can drown you in your own deep seas even as it delivers you to new shores. All up the moo...n was in Pisces for nearly sixty languid hours as a Neptunian fog settled in around our busy heads and began to weave its peculiar magic. Its keys lay hidden in those strong feelings that surged through you like a language. It scattered crumbs from your past to your future, spun you around blindfolded and then set you to collecting them. Over those nights the batshit crazy dreams provided a map and a guidebook that only sprung into life if you translated the strange characters and surreal mindscapes. The full moon peak was merely act one of a play in three parts. For almost all the next day the moon pulled powerfully towards an exact meeting with the blue planet. Instead of the regular post peak let off, this intensified emotion and imagination. We were swept further up, down or away. Neptunia had its way with us and we were left shivering from its touch and shimmering with fresh insight, even if clarity was still playing hard to get. Act three and another strange half day later, the moon detaches. The long void was a window through which uncommon sense, unexpected wisdom or fresh inspiration entered. It opened while no one was looking on Thursday. Ish. Intuition rippling like a current. The clouds clearing. Understanding migrating you to a foreign land. The move from Pisces to Aries always leaves us wondering what just happened. The moon traversing this sacred turf at the end of the zodiac was the full stop. That dreamy emo lune was one for scrying deeply, so to craft sense of the strange portrait that stared back. Look into it, darklings. One day it will have to be officially admitted that what we have christened reality is an even greater illusion than the world of dreams. ~ Dali Art: Sharon Covert Photography Words c. Kerrie Basha 2020 www.bohomofo.com
12.01.2022 The sun’s ingress into each of the cardinal signs is the marker for the two solstices and the two equinoxes. Significant portents of change, cardinal energy is linked at its most basic nature to transition. Ancient astrologers originated the term cardinal from the Latin word for hinge because it is when the earth shifts and crosses the threshold of the new season. Traditionally Libra is concerned with balance and the diplomacy required to maintain it, which is why the emphasi...s can fall on how we relate to others and the world around us. But Libra's symbol is the scales and this year, more than any other, it calls us to justice. Giant statues of Lady Justice still sit blindfolded outside high courts all over the world, as she holds her sword and scales aloft. The evolution from ancient goddesses like Ma'at, Themis and Nemesis, she was only portrayed blind since the 16th century. Curiously coinciding with the rise of colonialism and modern patriarchy. Sadly post modern humanity's idea of justice - and the systems built to uphold it - is more closely aligned to vengeance and political brinkmanship than righting the balance. Not no more. With the revolution well underway and issues of racial, social and climate justice dominating our 2020 vision, Lady Justice is rising anew. She has ripped the red flags that blindfolded her away. She is only interested in balancing the scales so that our world is fair, just and equitable. She has a sword and she's never been afraid to use it. As we navigate some galvanising astrofuckery over the next month, Libra season is less about finding diplomatic balance and making the same old concessions. It is a clarion call to right wrongs, to tip the scales back and fight for those who cannot. If you are included in that, it is a whisper from deep within to tighten your grip on that sword so you can cut cords from those who visit their injustice upon you. Symmetry is the new simpering for doe eyed idealists everywhere, moving beyond pleasing to power. Virgo season done right resets boundaries. Libra arrives with the sweet scent of justice on the breeze and a brief that puts the gavel in your hands. All rise. Art: Nemesis beautifully reworked by a talent who had their art snaffled on Pinterest Words c. Kerrie Basha 2020 www.bohomofo.com
11.01.2022 Attention changelings and edgewalkers, startling visionaries and the divinely different: your time is now more than ever. The last few days snapped crackled and popped to a significant ripple in the matrix as Urania shunted retrograde, a fitting accompaniment to the rolling revolution that is 2020's signature scent. Lightning is the constant consort of Urania but this annual retrograde directs the bolts within. Pinging the past to reframe future possibility and illuminating t...he significant life alterations that are well underway. During this long and utterly unique rx, all of that outward transformation - of world and self alike - twists within. Looking once more to find its place and a new home in you. Urania governs the movement of fluid in the body, including the key centre of both our physical and psychic being: the cerebrospinal fluid. Our energetic core has been stirred and shaken by Urania's stationing last week, though Mars Pluto grabbed more headlines. Nourish thy nerves to soothe the brittle edge of change and salve all that is easily rattled, no matter the shock value. Deferring self care is actually self harm. This no stone unturned revolution is ultimately an inside job and we are boobs deep now and writhing in it. Unprecedented blindsiding is designed to crumble the old and expired, as the perfect dark partner to vaulting progress. Repeatedly trading an old status quo for something altogether more universal and not entirely arrived. But oh how it shimmers and catches the light. In combination with the impending dark moon to new moon flip in the lair of the lioness, this week's cosmic choreography is yet another dynamic shift washing over us. Progress is being made as the curtain yanks further and further back. Look past disaster and fear screeching frozen to reveal the seeds sprouting. This year continues to reward your individual brilliance, distinct and peculiar, and your patient commitment to embodied evolution. Peer through the lens of kaleidoscopic vision, darklings. Then make it so. You cannot buy the revolution. You cannot make the revolution. You can only be the revolution. It is in your spirit, or it is nowhere. ~ Ursula K. Le Guin Image from Vogue Italia Words c. Kerrie Basha 2020 www.bohomofo.com Dark moon dreaming on offer this week. Join me for a divine dive into this magical astrology to tune into the current of these changing times, nourish thy nerves and tickle your imaginal cells. This Tuesday (tomorrow!) at 11.30am AEST. Tix here, darklings. https://www.eventbrite.com.au/e/dark-moon-dreaming-tickets-
11.01.2022 Have we become so blasé about our lady armour, so 2020 match fit, that we now require nought more than a steely horn, a cape and a strong espresso? Are we indeed turning to face the strain, so deftly mainlining the ongoing ch-ch-changes that we barely raise an eyebrow or a single gloved finger? Today will test frank and frazzled assertions alike as an unstoppable force (Mars) squares off with an immovable object (Saturn). The irresistable force paradox proving its inane stale...mate on repeat all week long. And thanks to our twisted firestarter's impending retrograde, we will get a few cracks at it. Mars in Aries is raring to go, firing up the landscape and shortening fuses, fuelling passion and power moves. It can make of us impatient hair triggers who can't just calm down, even less so when commanded by those who missed the glinting end of our horn twitching their way. Anger flares in response to breaches in boundaries, respect or trust. As an ally, it shows us these pain points in no uncertain terms. Trust its implicit message this week. Try to chew on it before you hit defcon five. Saturn is still grinding through his retrograde, in the seat of his power in Capricornia and back in cahoots with Pluto. Their January clang set the tone for this mad year and our old taskmaster never leaves business unfinished. His ongoing restructure is still hamstringing our desires to break free / run amok / begin again somewhere new with a sane government. Their awkward clash pits caution and restriction against a flaming desire for breakthrough. The result is a harsh landscape that can feel obstinate and frustrating in the extreme. The kind of incendiary energy that begs us to fly under radars or hard into the sun. To only run compulsory gauntlets and to avoid known irritants at all costs. Whether you've had quite enough already or not, such astrofuckery is worth peering at through Virgo's fresh discerning lens. Though pragmatism may be a bridge too far as blood pressure and frustration rises in tandem, a critical eye for cause and effect and consequence is where the cunning can prevail. And too, the properly attired. Take care out there, darklings. Watch those horns. Perfect pic via Pinterest Words c. Kerrie Basha 2020 www.bohomofo.com
10.01.2022 Today I am flying low and I'm not saying a word I'm letting all the voodoos of ambition sleep. The world goes on as it must, the bees in the garden rumbling a little, the fish leaping, the gnats getting eaten. And so forth. But I'm taking the day off. Quiet as a feather. I hardly move though I'm really travelling a terrific distance. Stillness. One of the doors into the temple. ~ Mary Oliver Herewith your standing invitation darklings to stop, drop and rest. It will all still... be there later. Abandon yourself, instead, to the secret song of your heart and the wild August wind howling your name. Art by @shewhois Words c. Kerrie Basha 2020 www.bohomofo.com
09.01.2022 Our Lady Venus is deep down the path of the Fiery Way. She has not forgotten her retrograde through these shadowlands, her transformation by fire two years ago now. It left her irrevocably altered. As her orbit tracks this well worn path and once more approaches the threshold, her hummingbird heart sighs the passage through its burning bracken. Eyes dart at her constantly from the formless darkness that bears these flames. Too often she recognises them and sees her younger se...lves craving what she knows now. She keeps her arms open to them, signalling her understanding of their fear and favour. She feels their desperate clinging and deeper need to be claimed. She remembers how she did not know then, as she fought for her heart to keep beating, that she wasn't just surviving. She was waiting. For this version of herself to become the safe haven she searched for everywhere else. The blazing no longer terrifies her, as though her skin craves the heat that will forge her. Her passage through this perfect firestorm is emboldened by the sentinels that stand square from a safe distance. As the new week birthed from moonshadow, Jupiter pushed her to deeper understanding and higher learning. Pluto's three step she knows so well, dancing with the dark lord an all too familiar pastime this year. Saturn awaiting her arrival at the anaretic threshold like a patron, proud and aching for her fullest bloom. Venus steels herself for what always greets her at the gate into Scorpio. She knows her arrival to the scorpion's lair before this week is out will plunge her once more into what lies beneath. She is more than ready to face her own music. The notes no longer discordant, the tune familiar. Now swelling her heart like an orchestra. She can hear the many strings and feel the drums simultaneously. She fashions an instrument all her own from the cacophony and holds it out to the flames for forging. The crescent moon smiles at her courage and she feels the eyes in the darkness widen in wonder at her fearlessness. She sounds a note clear as a bell, summoning all her tiny dancers to follow her lead through the licking flames. Art by my fave Australian artist Del Kathryn Barton Words c. Kerrie Basha 2020 www.bohomofo.com
09.01.2022 There's no way my shadow could exist without the light ~ @a.b.cofer Welcome to the shimmer of new darklings gracing this page with your presence. I am so happy to have you join me here. I am never sure how you hear of me and arrive in my orbit, but I am fairly sure why.... To those hearing the call of their shadow and too their path and power, this is the year for the grandest reveals. DM if the light has gone on and you're ready to rumble and frolic, darklings. Tomorrow is my monthly dark mooner - hosted live on Zoom - which includes a Q&A on shadow work at its conclusion. My full mooners include this bonus Q&A too. So you can ask me anything about the work, the process, its ups and downs, its swings and roundabouts. https://www.eventbrite.com.au/e/dark-moon-dreaming-tickets- Thanks to my fave gagslinger @juliaofthewilson for the photo / love and laughs and @dark_mofo for an unutterably perfect hoodie. Suits this shadowdancer to a T.
08.01.2022 It was not merely mossy; it throbbed with moss. It was not merely green; it was frantically green. It was so bright in its verdure that the colour nearly spoke, as though - smashing through the world of sight - it wanted to migrate into the world of sound. The moss was a thick, living pelt, transforming every rock surface into a mythical sleeping beast. ~ Elizabeth Gilbert from The Signature of All Things I wonder if anyone gets as excited about great mossy boulders as me, Elizabeth Gilbert and Alma Whittaker.
07.01.2022 Another week of crowded cosmic choreography will see us land in a whole new lifescape by the end of this gamechanger. Note well the days since that revelatory full moon. If you scried her surreal wisdom, you have been given the heads up and a slippery shove in the right direction. Over the weekend Venus sauntered into Leo, welcome fire steam cleaning her turgid time in the Cancerian waterworld. Meanwhile Mercury flitted into the simpatico fresh air of Libra, adding an air of ...diplomacy to communication and fostering the ability to see the world from points of view beyond our own myopia. Welcome salve to the global empathy deficit, the first step to compassion is to plant feet into the shoes of another. All of which seems to juxtapose Mars' impending retrograde, as he continues to glower from Aries at the worldbeating Capricorn congress. Though many are battening down hatches and calling to arms, this rx will reveal more than what sets you off like a packet of crackers. Revisioning our relationship to fire is not limited to dancing with anger. It will too call to our smouldering passions and the flints now sparking in our hummingbird hearts. Still, the brief remains deceptively simple: don't pick a fight. Though we will briefly feel the hard lock of cosmic brakes with six planets in reverse grind, our grandest turns direct again at the end of the week and by Jove, we will be grateful for that Jupiter sized elevation. Anticipate breakthroughs in knowledge, uncommon wisdom and plain old luck as good fortune counterbalances a world gone weary. In such a busy starscape, choose carefully the carriage you strap yourself into here on earth and watch out for the impact of the others. Hands firmly on the wheel and your heart's compass if you hope to navigate the fray. Listen to the silence inside the illusion of the world and you will remember the lesson you forgot. ~ Jack Kerouac Tim Walker Photography Words c. Kerrie Basha 2020 www.bohomofo.com
07.01.2022 Our next full moon in Aries is more than a twisted firestarter. Cuddled up to Chiron and sandwiched between Saturn and Pluto turning direct, she is a potent portal and transformer. Join me live next Thursday on the eve of the full moon to get the astrological heads up and the inside running of October's fresh gauntlet. We will be treating our frazzled nervous systems to a balming breathwork meditation and tickling our imaginal cells with a storytelling journey as well. The us...ual caveats apply: a recording is sent to ticketholders who cannot join us live and a complimentary shadow work Q&A is on offer to those who do. Link below to nab yourself a ticket to ride, darklings. http://www.eventbrite.com.au/e/122653422689
07.01.2022 A curious week in the cosmos darklings and one which infers a kaleidoscopic impact on our worlds deep in revolution. These next few days beg us to choose our own adventure as we navigate conflicting energies and opposing forces, perfect paradox as backdrop to the full moon on the rise. The difficult past weeks have shown us in stark unflinching terms what is still not changed, no matter the spin tangled around it claiming a virtuous opposite. As our leaders scramble to save t...hemselves and the systems that handed them the keys, we the people are being pushed to a new ground zero. No one is coming to save us except ourselves. Mars all fired up in Aries and preparing for his shock and awe retrograde is the simmering undercurrent of these burning times. Setting hair triggers on our boundaries and detonators on our same old shit, prising open our locked jaws to finally bellow dissent when either limit is hit. Meanwhile, the full moon in Pisces is a lucid dreamweaver. Snuggled up to her ruler Neptunia, inner space is where the gold is to be found for those willing to journey beyond the known or dip their toes into a vision for the future. Of course Neptunia's woozy graces can also tickle check out impulses as the lesser gods of anaesthesia, dissociation and bypass beckon from their cheating corners. This is not the year to muddy your senses or trade insight for getting fucked up. You will reap what you sow. Most interesting of all is Mercury's input from his home state of Virgo. Opposite Neptune and sextile Venus, this week he also dances by trine with the Capricorn congress of Jupiter, Pluto and Saturn as this unholy triad continues the great unravelling that is the signature scent of this year. Merc is gently pushing us to rewire our thinking. To expand our understanding of late stage humanity and our consciousness of our place in its rebirthing. We each have a part to play. You are here. Now. Boobs deep with the rest of us. Choose your state, state your aims and aim your choices. Else it will all feel like a riddle, wrapped in disquieting confusion under a glaring moon. Choose. Full mooner tomorrow darklings! Dive into all this + your inner space. Tix here, full moon trippers. https://www.eventbrite.com.au/e/full-mooner-with-bohomofo-t Art: William Gabriel de Glehn, 1897 Words c. Kerrie Basha 2020 www.bohomofo.com
07.01.2022 The truth is like a lion. You don’t have to defend it. Let it loose. It will defend itself.... ~ St Augustine [Image: Marcel Siebert]
07.01.2022 Just heading to the shops in my Dior social distancing lady armour, need anything darklings? Yesterday's post was the heads up about the Mars Pluto astrofuckery. Today we take our life in our hands venturing towards anything or anyone best avoided. You know who and what. If it can wait until Monday / next year, make it so. Also today, we can channel this churning into a giant vat of supercharged fuel. My garden will be the fortunate recipient and I feel quite satisfied tha...t the Spring prep pruning will satisfy the darker impulses of this cosmic clash. Pretty sure this blazing metal confection has pockets for my shears in it somewhere. Take care darklings, of your good self and those worthy of your ardent affections. Let the rest of 'em slug it out in the ring. Next Tuesday's dark mooner will be just the antidote to the days between now and then. Info and tix here: https://www.eventbrite.com.au/e/dark-moon-dreaming-tickets- Today's lady armour satisfying all Covid, cosmic and Leonic imperatives by Dior Words c. Kerrie Basha 2020 www.bohomofo.com #ladyarmourforleoseason #diordarklings #marspluto #battendownthehatches #bohomofo
06.01.2022 It may be the last day of Scorpio but for Venus, it will be her first. Lady Love sails the passage now from Libra into far deeper waters, shadows lurking just beneath its surface heart of glass. The air thickens and intensifies, eyes darken with desire. This is a realm of mysterious allure and maddening secrecy. Denizens of hidden longing swim with barnacled skeletons through all our sunken treasure. On these strange currents, there be pirates and there be pleasures alike. As... the cosmos prepares to shift into a new age, Venus isn't quite done with this one yet. She knows this journey through Scorpio always casts its own shadow, revealing what is truly written on the cards we hold closest to our chest. This year shuffled and cut on repeat. Our yearning arises from the deepest place within us and the best fortified. Trademark Scorpionic intensity teases these currents to the surface, rippling our regular programming and messing with firmly affixed masks. Truth and trust vying for line honours as hearts pound and obsession lurks unwanted in hidden folds. Locked doors rattle and secrets out themselves in service of death and rebirth, though in scorpion territory you don't get to choose the order of service. Persephone danced with Hades long enough to know the name of the game, and too how its rules are bent and broken. Venus in Scorp hauls the power current that crackles at the base of all relationship into the black light to see which way it truly arcs. Beware jealousy, silent seething or possessive control freaking, the kind that kills intimacy and devotion. Hold shame at arms length so you can see its true origins and condemn them, not you, to the murk. Travel tenderly through this vulnerable territory and never take your eyes off the weather. There is lightning on the horizon darklings and we are now at sea. All of us are vagabonds in the badlands of the heart ~ Keith Miller, The Book of Flying @iuriebelegurschi Red Sails in Greenland Words c. Kerrie Basha 2020 www.bohomofo.com
06.01.2022 Around about this time each year, when Virgo arrives to usher in the new season and her discernment reframes my world, I turn my attention to boundaries. In my deck, I call this the dirty word card for the eye rolls its appearance engenders. Boundaries is another one of those words that rolls easily off the tongue in theory but is deeply afflicted in practice. Which is precisely why it is a crucial foundation of the signature shadow work I offer. Self care and boundaries are ...its twin pillars but in truth, I view them as the basis of everything. They undeniably set the tone of your life, the mechanism and membranes of its structure and function. They depend on each other in so many ways. Done right, they weave together to protect and preserve the sacred space you inhabit in the world. Far too often we feel as if we don't have enough of that space, some dark days any of it at all. Communication of boundaries is fraught when we struggle to articulate our needs in the roaring face of others. The deeper understanding and wrangling of boundaries can feel loaded, elusive or just too hard. And none of these crucial ingredients to a peaceful, creative and magical existence are taught as life skills, nor modelled well by a world that continually exhorts us to abandon ourselves to it. Over the last few months and years I have been honing a new offering dedicated to both the fine art of boundaries and their dark shadow. A short course designed specifically for those suffering deeply from the empath's curse. A spell women are taught unconsciously to weave over themselves that disconnects them from their power and purpose. A sleeping spell that works for everyone else except you. In a world rebirthing through revolution, boundaries are a militant act of survival and too, a mark of respect. Sound like just the medicine you crave? To move you from boundary challenged into a brave new world built on respect, understanding and priorities that serve you. First. DM for details or to register darklings, if it's time to get this boundary thing down. We begin once the full moon peaks. Tim Walker Words c. Kerrie Basha 2020 www.bohomofo.com #boundaries
06.01.2022 This month's dark moon bolthole is the ultimate green room darklings, designed to deliver you from overwhelm and underdone fuckwittery as we make our way to the Virgo new moon on Thursday. The path is neither clear nor easily apparent and best navigated travelling light. The dark moon is the days leading to her rebirth that begs our rest and relinquishment. Every month in a row, it asks us to trade the cult of busyness for one that prizes rejuvenation and the kind of sense ma...king that is only borne of stillness. And though the cosmic choreography is playing hard to ignore, it is yet your ticket to solitude and solution. Jupiter's grand shunt forwards last weekend was a beacon of hope and may well have delivered stunning opportunity or different strokes of good fortune. Pop them on ice until the moon rises anew and calls tenderly to your new beginnings. Use this dark moon to reorganise and prepare, dispensing with any old shite that blights the path to success. In fact, this dark moon is fabulous for detoxing your life of anything poisoning the well or polluting the temple. On our way to our monthly rebirth we have some square dancing to opt out of, as the braying playing field continues unabated. Venus squares Urania rx which could deliver our hummingbird hearts a loud wake up call. Mercury also squares Jupiter on his long way out of Capricornia. Beware of overstating your claims or getting so tangled in minutiae you miss the big picture. Fly underneath the radar or better yet, rest thy wings. The Virgo new moon is the blessed new beginning we crave, grounded and geared right. But as every lunatic knows, it is entirely a function of how well you do the dark. Do nothing, for best results. Get grounded and ready for what your way comes. Yesterday's dark mooner was a deep dive into the energetics and astrology of these changing times + delicious breathwork + a storytelling journey to tickle those imaginal cells. DM if you would like to purchase the recording to enjoy at your leisure. Dark moon bolthole tucked in the forests of Hrensko, Czech Republic Words c. Kerrie Basha 2020 www.bohomofo.com
05.01.2022 All hail the arrival of Virgo season, her grace and grounding a mutable antidote to this mad year in progress. As Mars stalks his claim on the arse end of 2020 and our world appears wedged in its own birth canal, Virgo magic is just the enchanting efficacy required to pull thy shit together anew. Virgo is a mutable sign built on adaptability. It isn't easy to be comfortable with chaos but mutable signs know that switching gears in tandem with what's actually going on is how y...ou ride the lightning. As the earth element of the species, Virgo utilises its innate holy trinity of embodiment, purification and healing to surf any wild wave to their favoured shore. Virgo's harvest virgin is beholden to none other. She marries her discerning eye to critical thinking, her canny pragmatism a boon for the world weary. She turns her laser focus to what she can work her magic upon and does so with a structured efficiency that leaves no loose ends flapping in the winds of change. Criticism is her kryptonite, none more damning than that which she directs within. Virgos vaulting standards are legendary supported by a ferocious work ethic but their inner snark would tear most to shreds. Apply this harsh lens with caution lest you run foul of your inner critic and find yourself hamstrung by overwhelm. Ruled by Mercury who has returned home to Virgo for the season of the witch, the next month permits an overdue change in perspective and a welcome shift in both thinking and communication. Turn down the volume on a braying world, heaving with opinion dressed up as fact and only looming to add your strength to its numbers. Tune in instead to your distinct magical frequency, honing its unique signal and directives. The path to your power is one only you can pursue and it does not require an army. The gates to the temple always lead you within, beyond what you think you know and into virgin territory. Only there can you reap the harvest you seek, in direct proportion to what you have sown. Everything changes when you start to emit your own frequency, when you start imprinting your intent on the universe rather than receiving an imprint from existence ~ Barbara Marciniak Art: Circe by John William Waterhouse Words c. Kerrie Basha 2020 www.bohomofo.com
05.01.2022 Since that great Leonic eclipse about this time three years ago, your heart has been working hard on something. Shocked into arrhythmia by a force majeur. Some interminable days skipping beats or starving for oxygen. Broken and reconditioned and cracked open again. Learning lessons of love and loss the only way they arrived. Pulling thorns from curled paws and stitching daisies into the scars. Drawing strength from its undying. Gathering courage enough to find a way out of th...e dark woods. Today marks a quieter new beginning, its fanfare held in check by the Capricorn congress. Its vaulting ambition grounded by retrograde imperatives and shadows. Its acorns still rolling in your fingers, borne of all the strange kingdoms and dark valleys your heart has already traversed. Three years to cast this next lifetime. As you stride beyond your old limits and look towards altered landscapes and different horizons, your lionheart hammers anew. Barely confined by its bony cage, a hardy simmer in its rhythm drumming a new tune you hum quietly under your breath. Yesterday is ashes. Tomorrow is green wood. Only today does the fire burn brightly. ~ Eskimo Proverb Art: Lionheart by @ebenism Words c. Kerrie Basha 2020 www.bohomofo.com #newmoon #leoseason #lionhearted
04.01.2022 Our next full moon in Pisces arrives as soothing balm in a fiery landscape, delivering the sweet salve we crave. This next peak offers us significant opportunity to peer through the veils, cultivating insight and calling tenderly to our next iteration. Join me next Tuesday as the full moon rises to navigate the not letting up astrology of these transformative times. Enjoy divine breathwork to soothe our addled nervous systems and a signature storytelling journey that will div...e deep into the altered space this moon is renowned for, exploring the treasure trove of occult wisdom hidden within us. This event will be hosted online via Zoom at 2pm AEST next Tuesday 1st September and will last an hour and a half, including a complimentary shadow work Q&A for those with pressing questions or keen to find out more. No experience or equipment is necessary, just your undisturbed time and an open mind. If you cannot join us live, a recording will be sent after the event that will remain available throughout the full moon. Catch you under the silvery light of the moon, darklings. Tix here. https://www.eventbrite.com.au/e/full-mooner-with-bohomofo-t
03.01.2022 Not often does sleepIng your way through a full moon reward you with this kind of treasure. In Pisces this dreamy lunation fairly ripples with enchanting possibility. She is oracle if you can read her rippling waters and soothsayer if you peer into the tides she rises in you. The climb to the peak is bizarrely soporific, even in the midst of chaos as the new mundane. Despite the simmering Martian undercurrent, Neptunian influence rules in its strange fashion, luring the will...ing and the wonderers alike. Urania also has his lightning touch in this lunar cocktail, stirring the unexpected from stupor and cattle prodding the snoozers. Magical potency aside, this remains an emotional moonscape. We are dancing with the sun and moon on the axis of chaos and order. Beware the doldrums and feelings overload that can hurtle you into overwhelm if you scramble from their transmission. Your feelings remain your first language and mother tongue. Deny them at your peril. This full moon could kick hard in the nostalgias as we long for simpler times. We may miss places and people we haven't met yet. Resist the boozy lure of anaesthesia, bypass or dissociation. Checking in not out is the only way to magnetise the yearning. If you can dart past the dramafarmers and swim straight to inner space, this sweet lune rewards with deep insight and an almost surreal clarity. Look for inspiration shimmering beyond the fray and watch your dreams like a hawk. They hold clues and keys and maps with words your mouth hasn't tasted yet. When your mind wanders off, do not call it back. The moon is full in Pisces: Los Angeles on Tuesday 1st at 10.22pm New York on Wednesday 2nd at 1.22am London on Wednesday 2nd at 6.22am Sydney on Wednesday 2nd at 3.22pm Dream a little dream with her. For a dreamer is one who can only find the way by moonlight ~ Oscar Wilde Art: Botint via Steemit Words c. Kerrie Basha 2020 www.bohomofo.com
03.01.2022 And, rest. Though it has never been anything like the messages we receive from the structures that hold us at arm's length from our own needs, in their best interests. Rest.... Though the world brays and bleeds and breaks, heaving and twisting in its own discomfort. Rest. Though the battle is not yet won, the fight is never over and your sword is kept sharp and by the door. Rest. Because recovery is a higher art than war and restoration is the glittering prize. Rest. Because warriors and witches and mamas and carers cannot run on fumes forever. Rest. Because you're tired. Because it's hard. Because your needs are screaming and you have traded them for others for centuries too long. Rest. Quietly, gently, patiently. Softly, easily, gratefully. Rest now. Rest is the sweet sauce of labour ~ Plutarch Art: Ophelia by John William Waterhouse, 1889 Words c. Kerrie Basha 2020 www.bohomofo.com
03.01.2022 This month's dark moon bolthole is Leo friendly. Just a small island castle in which to retreat from your subjects, pull in your claws, and lick your wounds. A cavernous space in which to shake out your mane on sumptuous velvet couches by an ornately oversized crackling fire with the jungle kept well at bay. For those who walk with the moon, and my coven witches know this by heart, the dark moon is the quiet blessed corner of each lunar cycle. It rejuvenates and restores if y...ou let it work its magic upon you, time and space to craft sense and sensibility from the torrid tale of your life. This has been my practice for many moons, one I hold sacred and protected. But this year, like so much else, it has been magnified and elevated to a lifesaving untangling from a world braying and twisting through change. Putting it at a vaster distance than usual, in order to unhook from its constant howling. There is nothing in nature that does not rest. That forfeits its own rejuvenation and trades it for money or hustle or busy, or any of the pantheon of modern lesser gods. Only the most disconnected species does that, its ego roaring its body into submission as it wearily adjusts its dull crown. There is always a cost to trading rest but the heavier toll to pay now is deferring integration, month after frantic month as the year slips by in an unprecedented blur. Integration is a secret superpower thst resists a hasty cobbling. It demands your precious time, loving attention and peculiar insight. That revolution taking hold in you cannot run on fumes. Left untended it will burn you out from the inside. So sink gratefully in, as the dark moon calls to your shadows from behind your eyelids and bubbles dreams up from its cauldron space. Soon enough our lunar imperative is reborn roaring. But first, we restore ourselves to our formless glory. A field that has rested gives a beautiful crop. ~ Ovid Today's dark mooner is gently flinging open its digital doors at 11.30am AEST. There will be stargazing and musing, restorative breathwork meditation. And of course I'll be telling you an enchanted story and sweeping you away. Recorded for listening at your leisure, tix here or DM me later for the link. https://www.eventbrite.com.au/x/dark-moon-eclipse-wrap-up-t Pic via one of the million dreamy travel accounts on Insta *sigh* Words c. Kerrie Basha 2020 www.bohomofo.com
01.01.2022 With a snap, crackle and the kind of pop that could boggle your mind, today Urania and Merc square off from fixed corners of the cosmos. This is the kind of day that could go either way, as we continue to ratchet and twist. This week is liberally heaving with evolutionary astrology, the kind that makes you or breaks you. Urania is beginning to station in the little bull's lair, preparing for his supercharged retrograde. In typically obtuse fashion this long rx will ramp the w...ake up calls and lightning strikes, in aid of revolution. Tasked with delivering insight, aha's and divinely designed disruption, this long stationing can and will show us what desperately needs to change. Uncle Merc in Leo is on the prowl, unafraid to roar and fairly brimming with the courage required to inhabit the words that tumble out. Under this week's stars as the flames lick at his winged heels, impulsiveness is a double edged sword. He is yet heading to another rebirth, his cazimi next week resetting the conversation once more. Until then? Today's skirmish between communication and revolution could create chaos, the fertile kind that delivers you to a new shore. Well may it grind against our restlessness and disquiet, forcing an overdue clash of ideas and a conversation deferred for too long. This meeting of mind and deep seeded will creates a frisson, a ripple in our ordinary matrix of mundanity through which fresh magic could rush in. With Mars and Pluto warming up to their clash, beware argument and those can't hold it in any longer detonations. This is not an ideal week to flick the setting to nuclear. Today's secret superpower, the one that bridges the gap between two fixed states, is listening. Actively, properly, truly. Let your ears dance between the lines of conversation or confrontation to hear the true tune being sung. From that better informed place, let yourself be struck. And then, once the crackle and sizzling fades, let yourself be changed by the bolt that hit you. Out of the blue and right between the eyes. Listening is an art that requires attention over talent, spirit over ego, others over self. ~ Dean Jackson Art: Scar from The Lion King, struck and shook Words c. Kerrie Basha 2020 www.bohomofo.com
01.01.2022 Sage wisdom for these burning times, darklings
