This Will End

It is the end of an era. Our era, the current time, the way things are. The world is changing, we are changing, and lets face it, it's scary as hell.

When change happens we have a knee-jerk reaction: Must stay same.

And so we try to pull back the wheel, stop it, reverse it, and in doing so we make laws and get ideas and try desperately to hold on with both hands while the world slips through our tightly laced fingers anyway.

The way things were is good enough, that's the belief. It's what I think is behind the reason for many of the laws being introduced in several of the American states. Notably the crack down on abortion access with all manner of silly hoops to jump through.

It's fear-based. It sees women having control of their bodies and their lives. This scares men. It cuts to their core identity. Who are they if not the decision-makers?

So they make decisions to keep women from doing it.

In all frankness owning your power and controlling your body and your destiny scares hell out of plenty of women, too. Why would I make a decision when I don’t have to?

The way it is has been working, we are told, there is no reason to change it.

It's going to happen anyway, people, whether you are along for the ride, in the driver's seat, or doing your best to haul the vehicle of change back to the starting line with tow ropes or a hook and chain.

It is inevitable.

You will die out.

Those who come afterward will make the changes you feared whether it's abortion, or voting, or helping the poor instead of grinding them down even farther into hunger and despair.

This era is the end of the Piscean Age. Take a moment before you scoff and think I've gotten all metaphysical on you. That's for later.

Right now I mean the precession of the equinoxes, the position of the stars in the sky as we see them, and specifically, where the sun rises on the morning of the vernal equinox.

It's been rising in the constellation of Pisces, the Fish, for about 2100 years or so depending on which authority you listen to.

A Great Year, the full rotation, around 26,000 years. Each constellation gets its moment in the sun during this cycle. Right now we're at the end of the sun rising in Pisces. Some calculations have it already ended.

Pisces the Fish has become a Christian symbol. The Apostles were fishermen casting their nets in the sea of Galilee when Jesus came along and said, "Come, we will be fishers of men."

Also, the Pope wears the fisherman's ring.

The Age of Aquarius is up nest. We may already be in it depending on which calculation you decided to go with.

The symbol is the water-bearer.

Look around you, everyone carries water with them now. We buy it in bottles, we can't be without it. Water has become consciously important to us and has become commodified. It will only get more so, I think, simply because fresh water is becoming rarer and rarer as we use more of it to hang on to using oil.

We are maintain our artificial dependence on oil and gas instead of acknowledging our dependence on water.

It is our way. It has been our way for a very long time and many people, lawmakers and the men and women behind the scenes who have traded their souls for oil wealth want to keep it that way.

Yes, we put oil and gas to use every day in more ways than I stop to care to count, but our lives do not depend on it.

We got by until the latter part of the 19^th Century or so without it.

Then we found it, we found uses for it, and we created the demand for it. We need it so much we are sacrificing good drinking water for it though spills and fractionation.

To say this is silly is to be generous.

Water we need. Life on Earth depends on it.

This is taking root in our conscious awareness now. The grasp of the old guard resource exploiters and wealth graspers is slipping. As the old guard losing its power it tries even harder   to clench its old, white-knuckled fists around what it is losing.

They will lose.

However much blood and heartache it takes their era will end.

We will change.

The Age of Taurus we had bull worship. It's gone.

The Age of Aries, the Ram, was the time of the ascension of the Roman Empire.

The Age of Cancer honoured the feminine.

All are gone.

Every thing goes. Everything changes.

All these ages faded away. The Piscean Age will go and with it Christian worship, I believe.

It will continue in places for a time, but water will be the symbol for the age.

Perhaps in a few hundred years we will hear the story of a saviour from today, or we will worship at a sacred waterfall in a faraway place considered to the very source of the water of life.

Whatever happens in our future, the laws  made today in the US and Canada and else where are the death rattle of a fading age.

They are awful.

They are damaging to lives and to our psyches.

They may worsen before things improve, but it will improve.

This age, like Aries and Taurus and Cancer before it, ends.