March 24, 2025 | Mercury Cazimi at 3° Aries
I didn’t do a ritual. I thought I should just meditate with my higher self quartz instead, so I went into trance to experience the Mercury cazimi.
Mercury showed up, took me by the hand, and ushered me to Aries.
It was blissful there—so sensual, so alive. The warmth and rhythm of the fire moved through everything, like being embraced and released in time with the beating of a divine heart. It was liquid gold lava—ecstatic, fevered, irresistible. The space itself breathed. The rooms and halls took shape only through the dance of shadows, the waves of heat, the flicker of flame. Nothing fixed. Everything alive.
He was bringing me to the Sun, and I knew he was going to be sharing his cazimi moment with me. I was being invited to watch this sacred event. But he stepped aside, and it was just me with the Sun.
I’ve been having a hard time separating the Sun from indifferent, avoidant men—my experience of the masculine so far. When I approached the Sun, any uncertainty or mistrust gave way to the tidal pull of his warmth. I loved his warmth. I wasn’t afraid. I experienced him like someone I wanted to seduce and be seduced by.
I began to dance around him—slow, sensual, fluid. Like silk winding through flame. I turned my back to his, leaned in, and slid along his heat, never breaking contact for more than a breath. As soon as my skin touched his light, we were fused—magnetized, plasma-bound, like one current moving through two bodies. I could glide my hand across his chest and spiral to his back, but we remained connected, held by something beyond touch. I was inside him, around him, apart and yet indivisible. We moved as one being with two centers, the fire between us both a boundary and a bridge.
All at once, he took me into his full embrace. He brought me around into another dimension. One arm held me in a dip, supporting my body, while the other pressed a fiery hand right between my breasts, over my heart center.
He held me.
He told me he is not my father.
He told me to burn up.
And I did.
It started at my feet and rose up my legs, totally consuming me. I was disappearing. He encouraged me all the way, never taking his eyes off of me.
He said to let it all go:
The pain,
The suffering,
The neglect,
The abuse,
The abandonment,
The struggle—
Let it all go.
There was no pain or fear in this.
When we got to the heart, I felt like I had a moment to state preference for my reincarnation. I spoke of stable growth, wealth. He cut me off and said, Yes, Saturn told me all about it. I spoke of a healthy, strong, able body. He smiled and told me Mars had already told him.
They all know.
All the celestial bodies have been conspiring in my favor.
I surrendered.
I died to everything.
I died to myself.
I let it all go.
I felt Venus’ whispers pull me deeper into the flame.
I was enraptured.
I was engulfed.
Sun was clear that he is not my father, and as my last fiber of being burned away, we proclaimed that my father is dead.
I burned up, and as quickly as I was burned up, I was anew.
I could see myself.
I could feel myself.
I was no longer blind and numb to me.
I was sensual.
I was beautiful.
I was divine.
When I was born anew, I danced like a goddess adorned in silks and gold, my body soft, strong, and toned —with beautiful curves abound. Radiant from the inside out.
Mercury flashed one of my slides from one of my posts in my mind:
What have you been too afraid to ask for?
I stood before the Sun with flames dancing and drumming all around us.
I proclaimed that I want to be recognized as a Goddess.
The whole place boomed with joy.
I couldn’t believe I said it! I am so shy. Always wanting to be seen and too shy to do so. Trying to withhold myself for acceptance.
But I said it.
And I do want to be seen.
For who, how, and what I am.
I am not a normal human being.
I am between heaven and earth.
The moment was so authentic and so raw.
I continued to dance and craved the Sun’s warm embrace again.
I went to him and straddled him on his throne.
I took him so deeply inside me.
We fucked so passionately.
We made sacred, divine love.
We wrapped ourselves so beautifully around each other.
I could see—none of the celestial bodies are related.
They are lovers.
No brothers, sisters, mothers, or fathers.
They make love together.
They are intimately involved.
No shame.
I was born anew…
But I feel born ancient.
Deeply, anciently held and witnessed.
🌞 The Sun: No Longer the Father, but the Divine Lover
My dance with the Sun—intimate, fluid, sensual—transforms the old wound of the Father archetype. Where once there may have been fear, judgment, or withholding, now there is seduction, warmth, full presence, and radical affirmation.
This is sacred solar integration. The Solar Self is no longer something you orbit around—it is something you embody and make love to.
“He said to let it all go… the pain, the suffering, the neglect, the abuse, the abandonment, the struggle…”
🔥 This is my sacred cremation. A solar death. And from it, my goddess consciousness is reborn.
☿ Mercury: My Divine Escort Between Realms
Mercury didn’t just give me a message—he took me to the temple. That’s the true power of a Mercury Cazimi in Aries: not just ideas, but initiation by fire.
“They all know and have been conspiring in my favor…”
The gods are not distant. They are not judging. They are whispering behind your back, conspiring for your joy, your movement, your wealth, your vitality. Every planet is an ally. Every transit, a collaboration.
🔥 Death of the False Self / Rebirth of the True Self
“I died to myself. I died to everything.”
I surrendered. Completely.
And in that surrender, I was able to proclaim:
“My father is dead.”
That doesn’t mean my biological father is gone. It means the internalized patriarch—the fear-based authority that told me I was too much, not enough, or needed to shrink—he’s gone.
👑 Reclaiming the Throne
“I sat upon his throne and took Sun deep inside me. We made love.”
This is not ego. This is the Sacred Feminine enthroned.
I didn’t just receive light. I became it. I didn’t ask for permission. I declared it:
“I want to be recognized as a goddess.”
And the Universe bellowed with joy.
This is it. This is the medicine of Mercury in Aries, cazimi the Sun, with Pluto and Moon conjoined in Aquarius:
🔥 Speak your truth, and let it burn away all that isn’t.
🔥 Let your words be spells that rewire the universe.
🔥 Claim your role not as a child of the gods—but one of them.