These days we no longer talk about our ancestors. We’ve disguised this topic under more modern semantics such as: ‘identity’ and ‘heritage’. But I think the concept is still the same. We talk about those that came before us so that we may better understand who we are today.
There’s activity all around me, but my attention is entirely focused on him. There is nothing and no one else in the room that interests me. I’m like that when I’m into someone. Unlike Venus in Aries, Gemini and Aquarius that are all about the flirtation, variety and the thrill of the chase – Venus in the 8th wants who it wants and never wavers. When you have me, you have all of me. And when I have you, I better have all of you. Betray my devotion or mistake it for weakness and I’ll bury you. Scorpio spite and scorn is legendary. But that’s another story for another day.
She’s the river that flows. The ocean that possesses great mysteries, her tides taking you wherever she pleases. She’s a lake – still and silent. Watching, brooding. She’s the Queen of Cups.
Scorpio energy…I know it all too well. Why do I have to feel these things so intensely? Whilst others are off having their flings and flirtations without a care in the world, I feel debilitated by the depth and intensity of my desire. Especially when it sneaks up on me like a thief in the night – without prior warning. The worst part of it is that I never seem to have any choice in the matter. It’s raw. Untamed. Private. It’s a diamond desire that doesn’t want to seen and yet silently and patiently yearns for the day that it will be discovered.
It is the best of zodiac signs, it is the worst of zodiac signs. Welcome to Scorpio season: a time when nature gets ready to take a much deserved break. I’ve noticed a trend with Scorpio people. They always seem sweet and pleasant on the surface – but when you get to know them….
I can still remember looking at a picture of the solar system in a children’s encyclopedia and feeling like I somehow knew those great nine wanderers intimately. At the weekly visit to the Hindu Temple, I remember gazing curiously at the personifications of the nev graha – nine planets – as they are they known in Vedic astrology. I often circled around them as though I were a mini-planet earth. To me, the myths and allegories that the planets have inspired over the millennia are as fascinating as the scientific discoveries of the past two centuries. May the night sky never cease to inspire us.
It’s been a tough week. One where I’ve had to make very difficult decisions. Face some hard truths. Do things I’d rather not. Make necessary but painful decisions about who stays in my life and who goes. Embodying the energy of the Suit of Swords is not something that comes easily to me. When the choice is between preserving yourself and destroying another, what do you choose?