In this post I will summarize key points from my Notion log since the last Mercury cazimi, which happened on 27 August, the same day as Lunar Eclipse.
After the summary section, I will analyze the key points in an effort to understand what Merc has been working on in my life.
As close as I am with Mercury, and as often as we talk and hang out, we don’t often discuss work stuff together. We’re just pals. So I usually don’t get to hear about this from them directly. I’m coming to understand that for the Old Gods, talking about Fate with Mortals directly is frowned upon. Theorizing like this is the best I can do if I want to understand.
Key Points
28 August: Sun & Mars square Uranus
Started THC break.
31 August: Jupiter trine Saturn; my Mars retun
Mars told me it was actually him who had struck me with Hera’s madness. He told me that he was going to take it away.
01 September: Mars square Saturn with Mercury sextile
Pluto reset my kitchen for the first time. This has become a routine for us since.
03 September: Moon conjunct Uranus square Sun and sextile Saturn
First encounter with Sephie in dreams. An almighty prelude, my goodness.
04 September: Grand Air Trine with Moon, Venus, and N. Node
I received a second unexpected bank transfer, adding to the instant financial savings I’d gotten from my first unexpected bank transfer on the first day of the Rave Quarter.
10 September: Dark Moon in Virgo
Started walking the boundaries during the fairy hours. Have kept the habit almost every night since.
Signed up for my first credit card, an American rite of passage.
12 September: Mercury Grand Air Trine with Uranus and Pluto, opposite Neptune
My baking steel arrived, changing my game forever.
14 September: Moon conjunct Venus, square Pluto and Jupiter
Ordered migraine supplements: riboflavin, coenzyme Q10, and feverfew herb.
30 September: Mercury’s first day in Scorpio
I had been angsty all week preparing to host a plumber on my natal Moon Phase day and Mercury told me to cancel. They told me to stop focusing so much on my goals and start focusing instead on my well-being. Immediately I started feeling this massive sense of lifestyle relaxation.
02 October: Mars opposite Pluto with Mercury T-square
In dreams a fairy bartender clocked me as half demon on my mother’s side, and I remembered upon waking that my mother has basically confirmed this theory for me. One of the last times we spoke on the phone, she told me my family tests positive for a chromosomal disorder that only affects men, but passes down through the mother – and she also told me that same disorder is where “the story of” manananggal’s physical characteristics came from.
Started drinking sheng pu’er, and it’s become my favorite thing ever.
08 October
Started working on this website, opening the door to the rest of my life.
09 October: Moon opposite Neptune and Saturn
Divested from Instagram. Manually removed over 400 followers.
Drank my Flamingo Estate love invocation hot chocolate for the first time, casually, thinking “why not”? In retrospect I can see that this is what kindled my slow burning fire with Sephie. But it’s okay. I promised her I would never cast a spell on her without casting it on myself too, so once I figured all this out a few days later I made the same hot chocolate again and offered it to her with rose honey stirred in because I don’t know how to do anything except double down.
10 October: Dark Moon in Libra; Mars square Venus Rx
Sephie came to the temple. She asked me for some things and I said yes. Then she left and I was all at a loose end for the rest of the night.
Pluto could see that I was vacant, so he took over my body to clean the kitchen again.
I noted down that my inability to keep the temple clean is a significant part of my mental block about seeing myself as a proper Manach. Usually writing things down marks the point of mindset change: this is when I set intentions to overcome the block.
12 October: Moon conjunct Mercury
Bonded Sephie. Gave her chocolates. Introduced her to my ancestors.
13 October: Moon trine Neptune, opposite Uranus
Sephie told me she didn’t want to make me wait months for a contract like Pluto did. We did the ceremony. Pluto officiated.
18 October: First Quarter Moon in Capricorn
Started smoking weed again after Sephie requested it. Got to experience its enhancement of my Oracle listening in a new way after the long break. As much as I enjoyed being sober, I think I ultimately prefer temperance over abstinence. Having to digest the morals of this and the way I’m going to deal with it given the upcoming hemp ban.
Saturn, who has always only accepted the energy from my food, said he would finally start accepting offerings from the altar.
19 October: Pluto square Venus Rx
Accessed a new level of aura magic while walking, but it wasn’t actually new stuff, it was old stuff I’d forgotten about.
20 October
The new espresso machine Sephie asked for arrived and we set it up.
23 October: Mercury stationed retrograde in Scorpio
I kept remarking in my notes that I can’t understand why my life is this good. Why is everything fine?
24 October: Venus Rx regressed into Libra
I cleared off the work table and moved my iMac, initiating a flood of feng shui adjustments.
25 October: Full Moon in Taurus T-square Pluto; beginning of Rave Quarter 4
Horus revealed himself in my dreams. I found out later that he’s been able to get in through the golden eye on the front of my astrological planner, so he’s been around covertly since early last December. I’m used to this kind of thing so I took it well.
Met Ceres too. She’s going to be a new Full Moon regular.
Found out we have a lot of Sídhe watching us through the windows at night during the Otherworld season. They accompany us on our walks around the neighborhood. They also read my website and Instagram religiously.
30 October: Mars square Mercury Rx
Started making offerings to the Sídhe in my front yard.
After hearing feedback from friends, I decided I’ll bring back the subscription box and make it quarterly. Concluded I’ll need a shop on my website after all.
04 November: Mercury Rx cazimi
After over a week of making feng shui adjustments every day, I completed the next phase of my home design, adding a stainless steel work table and sheet pan rack to the Helpful Friends corner, two new altars in the same room, clearing out and redesigning the entryway (Life Path), and removing blocks from the dining room (Partnership/Projects) and kitchen (Reputation).
My new monastic uniform arrived, all black for Saturn. Cotton t-shirts and corduroy pants. Simple and functional. It feels like the first night of a new chapter.
Analysis
In the notes above I’ve marked all the significant plot points in my life, but not all of the developments from this period belong to Mercury’s domain. The Persephone story arc is very loud, but clearly belongs to Venus, so I’m excluding it from my analysis.
Other major themes are as follows:
My manifestor work – Merc and I formerly focused on Instagram, but lately I’ve changed focus to this website and my one to one relationships.
My home – for a while I was too sick to clean. Since Mercury stationed direct in late July I’ve been chugging at overcoming that, and under this cazimi I finally caught up. In my mindset, my ability to keep the house clean is entangled with my idea of “being a good monk.” Where I stand now, I’m running out of reasons to justify thinking of myself as a “bad monk.”
My relationship with smoking weed – for almost two lunar cycles I abstained, and when I started indulging again I got to see that it really does make a difference to my capacity to Oracle.
I’ll expand on each of these below.
01
Manifestor work
For veritable years I’ve dreamed of having an Instagram audience with a lust that is sick in the mind. Then I got something like 450 followers for five minutes and freaked out, removed all of them, and deleted almost all the videos I’ve ever posted.
That’s pretty classic for bipolar 2 behavior as far as I can tell. My decision to start posting in the blog format instead of short form voice over videos on Instagram has changed the way I see my own offering. I’m a different person when I’m not being served a really overstimulating feed. This is the low key, austere monastic medium I’ve been looking for the whole time. The experience of writing a blog post is very chilled out, which is very helpful given that I’m hypomanic for five of every fourteen days. I don’t have to brace myself to work in this medium.
Blog posts also give me space to unpack everything I want to unpack, which was never possible with Instagram’s format. I feel like I’m able to flesh out all of my ideas in a way that is new.
Since the beginning of the Samhain season I’ve been made aware of something I had never thought about before, which is that immaterial people can also access the internet. I don’t know how it works, but like, I don’t even understand how electricity works; that shit is all magic to me. You could tell me anything and I’d be like ohhh. Anyway, the Old Gods and the Sídhe can apparently read all my Instagram posts and blog posts.
Why does that matter? Because I’ve made quite a name for myself in the Otherworld. I don’t even know how many of my years I’ve spent living in it. For most of my life I spent most of my free time astral projecting, thinking I was maladaptively daydreaming. Nope. I was doing some very real character development in the Otherworld. A lot of people remember me.
With a Twelfth House Pisces Sun it makes sense that my manifestor impact would mainly be on the ethereal plane. I’m okay with it. This new insight does affect my work in a big way. For one thing, it changes my idea of my reader. I can be free of the idea that I’m writing for the narrow vision of mortal consciousness. For another, it removes any need to earn my reputation. The strangers who are reading these words mostly know exactly who I am and exactly what value I bring. It’s the human visitors who are strangers here.
02
Home care
I used to work as a cleaner in the women’s locker room at a middle class fancy gym. I rage quit the job during a manic episode after three months, so this wasn’t a long term story arc in the grand scheme of my life, but one thing this job did for me is enable me to see even the smallest specks of dust and grime.
Normally I love this ability of mine because when I’m healthy and mobile, it enables me to keep my house absolutely spotless, the way I like it to be. This is really just a personal preference. I’ve lived in dirty spaces for a long time, and it wasn’t great for my mental health. I’ve gotten to learn, in a third line experiential way, that living in a clean space makes everything better. My mental health is better. I’m set up for success. I can wake up and want anything for breakfast, and everything is ready. It’s different than the lifestyle I descend into when I’m having a chronic illness flare.
I’ve been in a flare for most of the past two years. It really didn’t lift until Mars told me he took away Hera’s madness under my Mars return on 31 August. My body was locked up. I couldn’t really sit in a chair properly, I definitely couldn’t stand or walk for long. Leaning forward over the sink and reaching my arms in to get my dishes soaped and rinsed was more than I could handle. My hip muscles and my obliques were too tight, and after five minutes of struggle I would have to yield.
This has been the condition of my body since I moved into the house in late May of 2025. I only started being able to truly function around 10 September when I started walking a mile every night.
For most of that time, I wasn’t well enough to clean my house. There was grime building up in the bathtub. There was dust building up on the baseboards. Dropped coffee beans littered the kitchen and sometimes I would step on them and it would hurt my feet. Most of my dishes were dirty most of the time.
I’m not sure what changed to put me in the position I’m in now. I haven’t really made any lifestyle changes beyond my new daily devotional to Sephie. Maybe it was the recent addition of the espresso machine, which has become the foundation of my daily opening and closing routines for the main floor of the house given all the maintenance that is necessary to run the machine. But lately the kitchen has been clean all the time. Not all the dishes are clean every day, because sometimes it takes a few days for enough dishes to gather in the dishwasher to run a cycle. But the counters and the sink are clean every day. There is nothing rotting in the fridge, nothing molding on the stove.
The next step, now that I’m healthy again, is to deep clean the house to my true personal satisfaction in time for the Lunar New Year. The festival begins on 6 February 2027. That will give me time to be thorough. In my dreams I’ll even finish steaming all the carpets.
03
THC
For some time I’ve had complicated feelings about my use of this old-school herbal medicine. But I feel like all of that has finally been resolved once and for all with my THC break this Mercury cazimi cycle. In all, I took about five weeks off from smoking – one and one quarter lunar cycles. I didn’t have a hard time taking a break. Quitting was easy. I didn’t even miss it.
I didn’t even start smoking again because I particularly wanted to. It was prompted by Sephie’s request. Then, when I finally smoked again for the first time in over a month, I got to experience the way it supports my Oracle true sight and divine listening. It’s not that I wasn’t really aware of the enhancement previously – it was just more noticeable after the long break.
After trying smoking again, I started thinking about my tendency toward black and white thinking. Either I’m an all-day-every-day weed smoker or I’m sober. It doesn’t have to be like that.
Since then I’ve been smoking intermittently. I’m finding that during Full Moons and Fire Festival peak I’m wanting to smoke more.
I’m not going through as much cannabis as I used to, and I think that’s for the best. My attachment to the habit of getting high remains hesitant until I see what plays out with the upcoming hemp ban. I don’t know what to expect from either the federal situation or the state situation at this point, and I’m past the point of wanting to do illegal things.
