Transits & Forecasts

Full Moon in Scorpio, April 30, 2018 – Exhumed

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In the words of either Finley Dunne, Banksy or Cesar A. Cruz (the paternity of the quote is still very much debated), art should “comfort the disturbed and disturb the comfortable”.
If so, we could definitely go as far as to say that Scorpio’s ferocious, visceral brand of transmutation is surely an art in its own right.
“Comfortable” is a word that doesn’t exist in the scorpion’s vocabulary. “Death”, “agony” and “catharsis” do.
Whereas Libra is the neutral, diplomatic terrain of compromise, where two Souls meet halfway, Scorpio is the bottomless pit, the dark corridors, the kingdom of Hades. Few want to venture there; but those who do, always come back with a surplus of power and resilience that could rip the whole Universe open.
It’s hard to imagine a less welcoming place for soft, dainty Luna (the Moon is considered to be in her fall here), because Scorpio is not protective, or soothing. Like, at all.
It can be warm and enveloping, yes, in the same way the voracious mouth of a predator can be. And, in the same way, it’s much more likely to swallow us whole than to shelter us.
But what happens to food, once it’s digested? To flesh, once it has decomposed?
Exactly.
Scorpio may not be reassuring or comforting, but it brings us into the world anew.
Scorpio strips us of our security blankets, throws us to the lions, forges us in fire. Rearranges us. Repurposes us – our darkness, our fears, our survival tactics. Tough, devouring love.
On April 30, at 0:58 AM UTC, the Moon in her fullness at 9 degrees Scorpio trades the softness of her safe haven for the thrill of the unknown.
Full Moons expose, accelerate, illuminate, push us to the brink, so expect this one in particular to shine a torch into the darkest pit, pushing unspoken feelings, hidden agendas and the overall subtext of our current reality, to the surface, in a long overdue epiphany.
Nowhere to hide, no use in backing away – the silvery, piercing gaze of this gorgonic Moon sees through us, her square to the Nodal Axis indicating a powerful crossroad along the path that must be walked through if we’re to reach the other side and resurrect from our own ashes. Something dies, something else begins anew. There will be loss. There will be gain. We can’t have one without the other. Not under a Full Moon like this.
Thus, the least we can do is embrace it all. Stepping into the flames, diving unabashedly into the deep end, accepting the fears, the shadow and the hunger brought up by this turning point without getting sucked in. Facing the truth, and accepting to be liberated by our own emotional burdens.
With both rulers of this Moon (Mars and retrograde Pluto) conjoined in stoic Capricorn, our agency plays a pivotal role: we might be asked to hammer the final nail in the coffin, to actively disengage from an outdated scenario, to wisely harness our raw power through our own process of resurrection – but we will need to show up and take a stand.
Wholeheartedly, courageously, and without looking back.
Scorpio wouldn’t have it any other way.

Comments (4)

  • LOOOOOOOL I don’t like the way I’m being spoken to here 🙂 ” because Scorpio is not protective, or soothing. Like, at all.
    It can be warm and enveloping, yes, in the same way the voracious mouth of a predator can be. And, in the same way, it’s much more likely to swallow us whole than to shelter us.” Just kidding. I love that ish hahaha I’m so looking forward to this weekend and the aftermath. *wave*

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  • Dear Christina
    Great writing! Language and style I truly enjoy.
    This Full Moon is on my SN- NN axis and opposite my Moon and Jupiter, I am geneuinely curious😀

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  • https://plus.google.com/u/0/117786401451425923362/posts/Np5i2N7yVzE

    Scorpionic
    *
    *
    The forest is old
    obscured in ghosts and mysteries
    Come out in the wild night with me
    dressed in the stars
    Serenades from the Moon
    intoxicate air aged in adventure
    Exult with me in pleasure
    Far from decay of leaves, sad savagery
    *
    That strange stained light in the darkness
    Silence, a pause in cycling
    Isolate
    Tender reflection in the settling sky
    a throne to reign
    weary tantrum waves below
    *
    I can relate
    the deals reality baits me with
    so overrated
    I’m left unsated
    staring at fate’s rear
    Now escapes me
    running into future skyscapes
    holding yestereves
    stiff and strained
    closer than this moment
    as it slips
    into one more
    I seek that honest sigh,
    that joining smile that art
    of distilling meaning
    Pictographs along the wheel
    to distract from
    its unceasing
    crawl
    *
    Caught
    an instant
    surrounded in space
    demanded in time
    tells the reaper
    continuity
    is in the eye

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  • This is some badass astrological poetry right here!

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