SHEDDING SKINS
The hand over from Libra into Scorpio Season this year has jolted my body and my heart with such severity that I have become rather unwell, and I have failed to film your readings for the Scorpio New Moon, which landed for us all on Monday the 13th of November. I sincerely apologise.
Misunderstanding the presence of Mars next to the Sun and the Moon, I fought against a growing dread and persisted with setting the space, as I have done every two weeks for the past 20 months; candles, makeup, hair, lights, camera. I fumbled through Cancer Rising but fell in a heap straight after that and shut it all down, before rapidly slipping through a crack into the earth.
Sitting here covered in muck, I remember that Scorpio is a journey into the Underworld. The Asteroid Ceres is hanging out with Mars, the Sun and the Moon in Scorpio too, and she knows that downward journey all too well.
I had hoped to provide some sense of comfort, and describe the potential that awaits in the empty space that the Dragon's Tail has left behind. 20 months of eclipses in Taurus and Scorpio have enforced a shedding that feels nothing like graceful relinquishment, more like a violent throttle, with each eclipse prizing our fingers apart to forcibly release our grip.
I’ve pulled each of you a card to help describe how we might work with the aftershock of this New Moon’s intense energy, and to maybe picture what hope might look like as we move forward. It’s okay if that concept is hard to grasp right now. I understand, and I am so sorry if you are in pain. Please remember that Ceres will always come back to find you.