Scorpy Moon Hangover

Full moon rising in Dresden by Florian Goga, Reuters

And, relax.
She's been and gone.
Our dance with the devil inside fades like moonlight, her magic consumed by the mundane realities of broad daylight.

Like all big blindsiding nights, the Scorp full moon has a tendency to leave us with a whopping emotional hangover. She certainly raised the dead, ripped back the covers or dragged us under our sight line. Today we wake in fall out or relief with the whole truth tucked under our pillow. What you do with that between now and eclipsia will determine the next season of your life. Let it sink in so impulse has time to give way to intelligence.

Renowned for dragging us into our own murky depths and dancing with our shadows, Pluto turning retrograde in the midst of the full moon fever he commanded was a well choreographed move. The peak as prelude to a deep dive into the structure and function of our power. Begin with a blast and wait to see what emerges when the smoke clears.

Pluto's annual half the year retrograde is revision writ slow and deep in our wiring. The last six months have shifted archaic power structures and toppled unassailable others. Our cosmic dark lord continues to shake up the old guard and march them through his valley of death. Only sacrifice grants rebirth. Fear of change is a long sentence to serve. Accountability is passport through.

Pluto knows you can't skip out on your shadow. It lives inside you perched on top of vast untapped reserves. Waiting for your call and constant connectivity to that which shapes your light. The blessed union of opposites that equals whole and full command of power, agency and purpose. A marathon not a sprint. A deep dive to finally dispense with eggshells and thin ice. A quite frankly glorious homecoming and reclamation.

There is never a better time than now. Whatever that blazing moon whisper shouted at you is the start point. Start bravely as you mean to continue. Go deep, darklings.

The most common way people give up their power is by thinking they don't have any.
~ Alice Walker


Words c. Kerrie Basha, 2022