Hello darkness, my old friend, I've come to talk with you again, Because a vision softly creeping, Left its seeds while I was sleeping, And the vision that was planted in my brain Still remains Within the sound of silence.
In restless dreams I walked alone, Narrow streets of cobblestone 'Neath the halo of a street lamp I turned my collar to the cold and damp, When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light, That split the night And touched the sound of silence, And in the naked light I saw, Ten thousand people, maybe more, People talking without speaking, People hearing without listening, People writing songs that voices never share, And no one dared, Disturb the sound of silence
- Paul Simon,
Echoes running through your head like...
"What's wrong with me?"
"How can I be totally okay with this yesterday and not at all today?"
"Nobody's even done anything wrong!"
"How can this little thing matter SO much?"
"Why am I making such a big deal of this?"
It's as if an excitable little child came running up to your closet and pulled the door open, stepped into those gorgeous high heeled shoes you can no longer walk in, slipped into your fave Halloween Morticia dress and she had no idea what that did to you as the sudden light shocked you awake, your long asleep eyes adjusting to just how big those shoes are to fill, how much it takes to put one foot in front of the other these days, that once upon a time corker of a dress hangs dusty and baggy on her but with the potential promise of a new life of glamour ahead - for someone else.
She's given you a gift though, that little girl.
She's woken you up to the fact that living in a dark closet isn't life and heck, no it's not even Narnia. And even though the light is painful, the new bud like the promise of life once more has you naturally growing towards it.
You try to stand, but fall, out of the closet, the little girl screams calling for her mummy (not the Halloween kind).
The lady of the house comes in and says "oh this ol thing? Its just my old Halloween skeleton costume that I stuffed at the back of the closet" and once again she man handles you back into the closet, winding you in the process, she has no idea of the new life that's stirring within you as she wrestles you back in and slams the closet door shut in your face.
And everything is back, just as it was before that excitable little child woke you up.
Except it's not.
You are awake now.
So what was the point of that?
To wake you up, to give you a taste of freedom, just to be met with immediate defeat?
Now you are all a jingled jangled mess.
Ignorance is bliss.
Surely you were better off comfy, resting, asleep?
But no you weren't.
If you stayed asleep you'd sleep your life away, and you aren't alone in that closet.
You've been woken up to your deepest darkest needs and the ghosts you keep for company can sense them too, almost telepathically.
In your slumber, you are nothing but alone, but awake in the darkness you are not.
You find a way to stay strong in your truth, very little words are needed, it's just a gentle knowing of what you are going through that opens the door to a compassion.
Quite literally, the energy of the silent intention around the closet conveys to the lady of the house as she decides it's actually time to address her skeleton in the closet.
She climbs the stairs and opens the door once more, cleans you up and treats you with care, as she folds you up and takes you to the charity shop to have a new life, the ripple effects linger, you have your freedom, you move on to a new place of life, but so does she, as she silently addresses to those she loves the skeletons that she could no longer ignore at the back of her closet.
Welcome to the process of the New Moon in Scorpio.
It's about to teach us of the double-sided truth coin:
1. Heads: Truth can be radical, shocking, controversial, deeply unsettling, dramatic, chaotic and upsetting - but it doesn't have to be.
2. Tails: Truth can be mature, understanding, kind, telepathic, compassionate, forgiving, loving and strengthening.
Get ready to find out how.
All too often in our lives, we go along day to day thinking all is okay, then a totally innocent happening gives us a glimpse of how it is not. If we react to this life flips on its head as the truth coin does, and it all becomes too hard. So we stuff it back in the closet, denying the life we saw, the one we want for ourselves because it's just too much upheaval.
The gift in this Scorpio New Moon is in the tail/tale...
If you can stand in your truth, awake to it, without the need to fight for it, or suppress it, without the need to keep shouting and proclaiming it, but just be it, make no bones about it, just be you in your bones, people will see what you need to be you, and maybe you can't get that overnight, and maybe they know that too, but compassion is what you can have, flowing between them and you.
The truth can tear down the barriers that were there before in so many ways, and as it does so it can blow many a thing up in the process but it does also have the power to tear down the barriers to intimacy and compassion if embodied with maturity and more of a silence.
Scorpio is the master of silence.
He knows how to command a room with it, he only speaks when he has something to say, he is only funny when he is funny, there is no trying, no pushing, no people pleasing - and the most uncanny power is possessed with that.
People listen when he speaks.
People laugh when he tells a joke.
The power of his truth never fails to make the change he wishes to have.
So go gently with your truth, but go with it.
One of the very many powers of the Tarot is that a picture can say a thousand words so here are the cards that are astrologically linked to this New Moon :
There is no real psychic power that is empowering without personal transformation, there's just Narnia.
I tend not to do readings anymore because of the Narnia syndrome, but, if you really really want to come out of that closet then here's what you can do.
Click the pink button below:
Blessed new moon awakening to you,