The Era we are leaving behind and The Age we are entering.. Part 1

Explore the profound shift from the Age of Pisces, an era shaped by hierarchy, devotion, and external authority, into the Age of Aquarius, where inner truth, collective wisdom, and conscious co-creation are rising. Discover what this transition means for humanity, and for you.

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Verdandi Weaver

5/21/20253 min read

I sure hope so.
Because even if we may not fully experience this new age in our lifetime,
just knowing that we are the early, seed-planting Aquarians of its beginning
- that things will change -
is enough to spark something powerful deep within.

For those of us who’ve felt we don’t belong, and for you who may still feel it and don't know why...
All of us who have sensed we were born into the wrong time...
Who have carried a quiet knowing that we are different...
This may be why.

You, we, are early!
Early for the age we were truly meant for.

We are the pioneers, the visionaries, the healers, the beautiful reconnectors, the artists, the rememberers.
We were not made to thrive in the Age of Pisces we are now leaving behind,

because we are the living seeds of what comes next.
We are perfectly matched for what is dawning.

That is why we’ve felt out of place, out of rhythm, even out of time.

We came not to fit in, but to prepare the soil.

We may not live to see the Age of Aquarius in its fullness in this current lifetime,
but if we choose to, we may return.
For now, we have chosen to be here to begin.
To plant. To awaken. To remember.

So…
What is the Era we are leaving behind?
♓ The Era of Pisces, A Story of Devotion, Illusion, and of the Longing to Belong

For over 2000 years, humanity lived under the currents of the Age of Pisces. This was a time of great spiritual longing… and also a deep spiritual forgetting.

It was an age of faith, yes, but more often in things outside ourselves.
We were taught to look upward for answers, to sacrifice our own truth in exchange for belonging.
To seek salvation from saviors, from priests, from various kings, or empires.

This has been the age of temples and thrones and of prophets and doctrines.
But behind the altars of devotion, another force quietly grew in force - that of control.

Truth became a possession, something that was guarded, was edited, and then it was withheld.
Illusion was power.
What you were shown was rarely the whole, it was not the truth, maybe just snippets of some truth.
What you were told to believe often served the few, not the many.
Manipulation wore sacred robes.
It spoke with the voice of certainty, and punished those who questioned.

Power was centralized, it was inherited, and it became enforced.
It was not shared, it was kept.
Systems were built on hierarchy, on the obedience of the many, on fear of the “other.”
We were divided. By class, by doctrines, by borders and by beliefs.

And so, wars were waged not only over land,
but over ideas, identities, and invisible lines in the sand, drawn on a map by the agreements of a few men. And we were told to believe in those invisible imaginary borders.

Materialism took root as the sacred was exiled.
The world taught us to measure our value in coins, status, what we can show as a front for ourselves to imp[ress others, and appearances, to chase wealth, fame, status, and image.
Spirituality became spectacle.
Even love became something to earn, rather than something we are.

Inequality widened.
The few gained more, while the many were told to be grateful just to survive.

To work harder, more, because if we don't make it well for ourselves, we are the problem.
And all the while, the soul whispered,
"This is not the way."

Many of us entered this world feeling misplaced.
We were too sensitive, too questioning, too awake and too unwilling to pretend.
We didn’t want to play the game of masks and power.
We saw through it, even if we couldn’t yet explain it.

We were told we didn’t fit. And they were right.
Not in the way they meant though, because we were never meant to fit in.

We are not here to polish the illusions of Pisces.
We are here to let them dissolve.

To open the door and let them out, to fade away into history.

We are here to remember, to return, and to reimagine.

The Age of Pisces - for all its beauty, devotion, mysticism, and poetry -
has played its part.

Its story is closing.

And something new is beginning to rise...

The Story of the Age of Pisces
Have you, like me, felt the quiet excitement of witnessing the beginning of the transition into the Age of Aquarius?
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If you feel called to contribute your own experiences, reflections, or visions for a more compassionate world, we welcome you to share them here.
Your words may light the way for others on their journey.​