The End of the Fish and the Great Remembering

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The End of the Fish and the Great Remembering

For over two thousand years, humanity has lived under the sign of the fish.

The Age of Pisces.

An age built on faith over knowing, obedience over intuition, sacrifice over sovereignty.

The fish was never just a symbol. It was a system.

Pisces ruled through hierarchy.

Through saviors. Through guilt and fear wrapped in holiness.

Power was external. Truth was handed down. The body was suspect. Desire was sinful.

Intuition was dangerous unless it came from the approved mouthpiece.

And it worked.

For a long time.

But two thousand years is a very long leash.

What we are witnessing now is not chaos for chaos’ sake. It is the unraveling of an expired age.

Systems built on control always panic when people stop asking permission. They grow louder, harsher, more desperate.

They call it disorder because they can no longer name it authority.

Aquarius does not whisper.

Aquarius disrupts.

This is the age of remembering. Of decentralization. Of people questioning what they were told to swallow without chewing. Of bodies speaking again. Of intuition returning after centuries of being shamed into silence.

Aquarius does not want followers.

It wants thinkers.

It does not demand belief.

It demands awareness.

That is why people feel unsettled. Why old institutions feel brittle.

Why so many are leaving religions, identities, and lives that once felt immovable.

The fish is suffocating. The water is draining.

And we are learning how to breathe air again.

This awakening is not about rejecting the past.

It is about reclaiming what was stolen from it. Incense, candles, trees, symbols, cycles, seasons, breath, body, mind. These were never owned by one religion.

They belonged to humanity long before doctrines fenced them off.

Sacred was never singular.

Sacred was always plural.

To awaken is not to be saved.

It is to remember that you were never powerless.

The age of blind belief is ending.

The age of conscious knowing has arrived.

And somewhere in the background, a voice sings:

Hey hey, hey…

Nothing ever really dies.

But some things are finally being seen for what they were.

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