Reality is shifting and it’s time to be part of it all. Inaction is no longer an option. Neither is indifference.

Death and rebirth

Helga Hummel was hanging out in my doorway for several days and I was wondering what was going on. Was she dying? Surely, bumblebees can’t survive that long without food? Is she getting some sustenance somewhere and then keeps coming back? Surely not into the exact same spot and position? I was flabbergasted.

Two days in (and after Google told me that there is NO FUCKING WAY that this bumblebee is still alive), I decided to do something about the situation. Because the last thing I need is a bee dying on my doorstep. When I took Spot out, I saw that she was now literally sitting on my doorstep. Very much still alive. I had some dying tulips, so I took a stem and some sugar water on a saucer and went back outside.

I may or may not have dropped her wings first into the sugar water… But we managed to put her back on her little fuzzy feet within seconds, so it was all good. It got REALLY good when I had arranged that tulip stem for her to climb on. She proceeded to hump it for a while (that’s what it looked like, don’t judge me), crawled towards the other end and flew off before the stem could fully drop onto the leaf. She came BACK towards me and I half shooed her and she fucked off. I felt invincible. I had saved a bumblebee! Take that, bee killers! Yes, I’m fully aware that this is an exaggeration.

Anyway, Helga reminded me of the cycle of death and rebirth that we’re going through. We always go through it, but Pluto in Aquarius adds a little something something to it. Because it is a truly collective overhaul. With Aries season here, this whole little saga told me: It’s here. Spring is here; we’re really doing this. We’re starting a new year.

More energy, more passion

My body decided to wake up, too! My whole being has been DRAGGED out of the pits of hell where I’ve spent A LOT of winter. So here I am, doing all the things that I couldn’t before this happened. Frustrating? In the eyes of hustle culture, yes. I choose to find it exhilarating for now and keep listening to my body. 17 months, I can do 17 months.

Anyway, by the time you’re reading this, the Sun will have firmly moved into Aries; at 3.07 am GMT on the 20th of March 2024. What a time to be alive. Aries brings big initiating energy. Start everything. Finish nothing. I’m exaggerating, again, but it CAN feel that way. If you have some strong placements in Aries, you may feel this; particularly if you’re Aries Rising, too. 👀 Let me tell you: You WILL finish things, you may just need different strategies to other people who have something like Capricorn as their Rising Sign.

Technooology…

I know, I KNOW. Please don’t shoot the messenger. (Haha, messenger = Mercury… *snickers* Nevermind…) Mercury is already in its pre-Retrograde shadow. For the sensitive ones among us and the ones with those pesky Aries placements, we may have been feeling this the past few days already. It is coming. At the end of April Fool’s Day (at 11.14 pm BST to be exact) of all days. I WISH I was joking. At this point, absolutely everything could go wrong that day. It’s also Easter Monday this year, which is somehow more important to the world than a Ramadan where tens of thousands of Muslims are killed every day…

Now, Mercury does not JUST fuck with technology, no no, it also fucks with communication. Remember Mars in Gemini for FUCKING SEVEN MONTHS the other year? Yeah, that kind of vibe. Misunderstandings, arguments, people from your past coming back to initiate shit. Don’t let them. Have REALLY strong boundaries with people during the Retrograde. It won’t last long. It’ll be over by 25 April, which is just into Taurus season. We can do it.

Need some more intensity?

No fucking problem, coming right up. It is Eclipse Season. The Full Moon in Libra on the 25th will be a penumbral lunar eclipse; meaning the moon is more overshadowed than fully eclipsed. But that doesn’t take the oomph out of it. If you have people in your life who are floating at the edges and should really be kicked off them, they will be eclipsed right off. Which may come with disagreements and arguments and all sorts, but the end result – even if it doesn’t happen this Eclipse Season – will be the same. They’re gone. Not dead, don’t worry, just no longer throwing shade onto your life.

The New Moon in Aries on 8 April will be a total solar eclipse. Now THAT will add intensity to the mix. I understand you may want to set intentions for the new year, but rather do it now before this whole eclipse malarkey starts. Eclipses aren’t times to set intentions. Eclipses are there to let shit go. So PLEASE let shit go. Especially the shit that holds you back from being who you are; fully and authentically. What is it and why is it there? How can you release it? And how do you no longer give a fuck about what other people think of you? That last one is a bit more complicated, but throwing it out there for you to consider. Also keep an eye out for The Intuition School, if this is something you’re struggling with. (Need a payment plan? This way.)

Will it never stop?

I’m afraid not, no. There will be some mitigating circumstances, though. Mars in Pisces from the 23rd will add some calm to the storm. It brings an aura of gentleness and going with the flow with it. And it’ll mitigate the hot headedness of the Retrograde and bring a very mild temper to the table.

HOWEVER, Venus, our little love and money goddess, enters Aries on the fifth and comes with a liiittle bit of intensity. Venus in Aries is constantly excited and really goes for what she wants. I’ve gendered her now, we’re rolling with it. And what does she want? Emotional and financial stability. If you have felt the call to start a new relationship with that special someone or change trajectory in your career, now is the time. Just also make sure to triple check the fucking paperwork.

Is Moxie back?

If you don’t know who Moxie is, it must mean that you either haven’t paid attention to my Instagram in the past year (how DARE you :D) or you’re new here (in which case: WELCOME!). About a year ago, I made friends with a local fox. As you can tell from the bumblebee story (“Hummel” means bumblebee by the way), I give creatures (and objects^^) names. So I immediately named them Moxie. I got them to a point where they would pick up the (dog) treats I put out for them whilst I stood there. Proof:

They came back religiously for a while and then stopped. For child-rearing purposes, I guess. I kept wondering if they’d ever be back. My conclusion after the past two weeks: They might. I had foxes shout in front of my window one night and I guessed it was *my* fox family (there are more, but Moxie is the only one audacious enough to “meet” me). So I put some treats out and they picked them up. Nice. Then, something really odd but sweet happened the other day.

I always have tissues in my car. Little packs of tissues. Just in case, everyone with hayfever will relate hard. They usually live on my passenger seat (one of the packs anyway). So when I took out the shopping the other day, that pack must have fallen out. Walking Spot that night, I saw it lying there next to the passenger door but I could not bend down to pick it up, so sent a little wish that it at least doesn’t rain on it and I’d have strength another day. Another – more unconscious – wish was that someone would just bring it to me. Well. The next morning, heading out for another dog walk, the pack of tissues lay on the path leading to my front door. And you can see little bitemarks on it as if a snout was trying to grab it. I am convinced this must have been Moxie (or one of the foxes). Who else knows my scent so well that they know where my tissues would go? Remarkable. I’m thoroughly in love with the foxes. Another sign of spring, of new life.

New life, new world

New life MUST come with a new world. We can no longer sit idly by whilst genocides are happening. Whilst prime ministers and presidents are openly racist, transphobic and downright bigots. We have to build a new world for all of us. Every last human on this planet deserves to be liberated. Even that piece of shit Rishi Sunak. Although I do have some other suggestions for him and his mates.

As much as the revolution is happening whether you participate in it or not, I urge you to be part of it. You HAVE a part. You CAN do something. There have been so many activists before us, so many brave people doing the thing to get us to where we are today. Now it’s our turn. Let us be the best fucking ancestors we can be.

Stay magnificent. Stay witchy.