05.05.2020

Since transformation landed on all our noses, cunningly disguised as lockdown and wearing an online cloak of pandemic pandemonium, the noise has been turned up to 11.It began with a deafening roar of control freaks instructing us all how to spend our time productively, so that late stage capitalism and the cult of busyness could retain their solid footing in our lives.They were quickly followed by cereal box experts and non critical thinkers, who took a shard of once was science and mutilated it by forcing it through a narrow self serving frame. Chaos ensued as the interwebs were flooded with testimony and stacked statistics before any were truly available. The spin merchants kicked up a gear. Governments tried to pay in their usual currency of empty promises. The war without theatre on drugs / terrorism / nature was beget a new enemy and it went viral.Our heads began to hurt as our hearts heaved. Everyone scurried to their corners. Post modern debate fired up the shame cannon, loaded it with trauma bombs and all we heard was their whistling. Still.We panicked. We slumped. We grieved. We watched towers fall and lives lying mangled in the mess. We said our prayers. We counted our blessings. We did what we could with what we had. We pulled our loved ones closer as the great pretenders fell away.Damage cannot be undone, it can only be mended. No one else can stitch you back together. There is no room left in our confined spaces to sweep more shit under bulging carpets or hurl yet another glittering shawl over the lump. There will be no better chance than this.Our wounds are close to the surface now as our skin thins in isolation. This is no tender trap. It is an invitation to the revolution, scrawled in your own hand. Your shadow waiting in the wings for its name to finally be called. Your future self cooing from a place you never let yourself imagine. Its avatar landing on your wrinkled nose as transformation turns in your belly and straightens your spine.It's time for that inside job. We sit with the Scorpio full moon because Hades knows the underworld. This journey of a thousand sighs begins anew with my next full mooner tomorrow.Thank you to the many of you who have enquired about shadow work of late. Tis the season, darklings. I remain evangelical about its lifelong benefits because I live them. If you are not sure how to begin and would like to dip your toe in to test the water, the Scorpio full mooner will deliver in spades and includes a post event Q&A where you can ask all your questions about The Work.