Bait and Switch

Prelude to another good eclipsing by that ol' blood moon

Art by @marcosalvarado

Well in the wilds of eclipse season, the second in our pretty pair approaches through clouds of bait and switch. You know we’re not nearly done, right? Beyond the veiled outer reaches of Merc’s revisionist retrograde only just in play to muddy the field, this next Virgo full moon is the red letter lunar eclipse. She who offers us all a grand eclipsing of the past in service of the future, or a future borne of all that you still cannot eclipse.

The solar partner in Aquarius less than a fortnight ago seeded a new paradigm like lightning, the earth still scorched from its rippling impact. Messed with time and telomeres alike, ripping us out of old timelines like wax strips. The journey between has been unseemly, no matter what you have been shaking your fist at. Peppered with the billboard horrors of the old world and its hungry war on life itself only getting worse not better. Reeking of despair and growling with the kind of rage that used to end empires outside of the comments section.

Oh then and now, the seeds and the beanstalk, the trickster fiddling on the edge of town. The lunar eclipse demands a concluson be drawn, the virgin’s moon the last in the sequence on this axis of service and spirit. Since January 2025 we have been weighing the cost against the sacrifice while pinballing between the sacred and the profane. What do you think the virgin’s blood moon really spills and whispers when the earth runs interference between the sun and its intended? Discernment is the key to what lies scattered on the ground. Yours, not anybody else’s.

This eclipse is more than just under the influence - and we will be diving all the way into this cosmic cocktail in our Eclipse Salon this Sunday. The tasting menu is daunting enough. Every full moon has a ruler, the sign’s planet in charge of proceedings. This behemoth is ruled by Mercury, recently retrograding into the confounding first sequence of the dance. The seven veils dropping over week one reveal vulnerability in much the same way the emperor’s new clothes do: starkly and in the face of abject denial. Proximity to power isn’t what it once was. Perception is glitching as amygdalas everywhere get repeatedly kicked in the nostalgias. Welcome to the surreality that walks us through eclipse season via the ides of March and right up to equinox.

Merc’s rx revisioning began in chime with Venus, whose generous bosom pillows the psychopomp’s adventure in consciousness. They stand in league with the Pisces stellium, a five pointed star all of its own while most all the other planets prepare their own buy-in to the fun. Suddenly the eclipse becomes a kaleidoscope and your life is already ponying up the goods, snagging you on the fix. Take your pick darklings, or see where you have already been touched.

Just yesterday Mars at the anaretic degree of Aquaria, where change is a fixed-or-fucked given, squaring Urania’s last hurrah in Taurus. Cue the lightning, overspill or explosive reveal. The boil that needs lancing. The lost words tumbling out. Truth emerging from the well incandescent. Everything no longer sustainable, tolerable or survivable just got crushed by its own weight and now you can’t look away.

Pluto and Urania are each hosting their own sextile parties for the eclipse, flicking out wild cards as soon as the weekend hits. One wants change, the other wants power and both have to be self generated to last. Venus isn’t just kicking off Merc’s retrograde in peak form, she’s also making eyes at the newest power coupling in the zodiac. Saturn and Neptune’s fresh exclamation point in Aries is a brand spanker that only emerges into sharp relief from the dissolution of your old worlds. The cheat codes don’t exist. Initiation keys are riddles, not maps. Your friendly neighbourhood dementor-bot does not speak the language of the soul.

The blood on this moon is borrowed light and ancient projection. This particular sequence is seismic by design and demands nothing less than total surrender. You have to let the pieces move, break apart where they must and terraform what you cannot possibly see from here. This surrender is not the blind kind that gives up hope to broker uneasy peace. If it isn’t safe, it doesn’t count. Solid surrender to mighty forces is always a trust fall; its no mean featism becomes miraculous in a world constantly conjuring collapse. This eclipse wants to know what you would save from the burning, because it may just claim the rest.

Eclipses are a dance of shadow and light, conjuring both from our depths by design. Replete with endings and beginnings, mayhem and magic alike, eclipses offer us a regular reset button. Another one? In the midst of the relentless revolution of our humanity? Back at this same threshold once more? At this stage of proceedings as the world revolts and cries out for fair reset and fresh solutions, this eclipse could deliver the kind of refinement that gives us all a chance to dissolve old ways and means. Virgo clarity is renowned for its pragmatism and prudence, the kind that excuses you from old games and stupid traps diligently and gracefully.

The more things change, the tighter those loops pull. What stays the same is being hung, drawn or quartered by its own stasis and signing its own death warrant in double down ink. The fog descends again over the far end of the zodiac, such that you may not yet feel yourself being drawn over the falls of next week.

Still nothing is just as it seems.
Scattered dream seeds yet catch the bright moon’s gaze.
Not all the light is sullied and not all the shadows are sharks.

Lunar Eclipse Salon this Sunday
Stars • Ritual • Revolution
… and an imaginal journey to self source your intel
Join us live and stay for our Coven circle, or keep the recording to enjoy later
Tickets are here with a clutch at witches mates rates for our Coven Electric

Shadow sessions, crossroads readings and imaginal vision questing in the shadow and light of l’eclipse. Let’s make the most of it together. Reply here to book in or pop to the website for far more info.

And we don’t stop. Our March Witch’s Calendar is out on the 1st for your inside running on the next month of Lifechanging Astrology. Yes a little birdie also just told me that’s tomorrow.

Following one of those conversations that tilt shift your world, my friend Vanese scribed this pearler This Is Not Collapse This Is Labor as we were riding some of these vast waves together yesterday. Find you someone who’ll meet you on the fifty foot screamer, darklings.

I’m always game.

Kerrie xo