This guy is a walking community service announcement for the back end of this particular eclipse season and we all have Uncle Mars to thank for this. The niggle and irritation. Things not quite going to time or plan or how they said / looked / made us think they were going to. The mach five meltdowns. The pervasive feeling of an overheated yet vague chaos, whose tendrils have us by the tits. Our planet of Get Shit Done can fast turn into a war mongering trail of destruction when engaged the wrong way.

Mars has been dancing with the Dean of Destruction as he and Pluto squared off. Kudos to those who kept their temper in check and the baby separate from the bathwater. Still hankering for a disrupt he now sets his sights on Uranus, whose powerful tangents he possibly underestimates when fuelled by his lower impulses.

Tis time to engage Martian Eclipse Protocol. No matter the provocation (and you could nearly bet the house on it) try to count to 300 before reacting. Perhaps in Latin or Sanskrit. Avoid known offenders, garden variety sociopaths, angry little ants, narcissistic leaders of their "free" world - basically anyone you don't get at the best of times. The key word: avoid. Do not step up to their table. Anticipate chaos and inconvenience. Respond as though there are hidden cameras and microphones live streaming you to the person you'd like to think the most of you. If you really can't resist the irritating catnip, smile benignly and kindly to drive others mad thereby reducing your world anger footprint.

Remember eclipses are notorious for beginnings and endings and rattling our cages. We are hurtling through the pointy end. The screws are tightening and the wind is picking up. If you want to skip plummeting out of the tower, make a choice now to do so.

Words c. Kerrie Basha 2017