a MoonOmens live Global Meditation ::: 5/7/2020
“Everything I am experiencing
right now is guiding me to the
next level of my spiritual awakening.
I’m becoming better, well rounded,
and capable of anything
I set my mind to.”
~ Lukas Notes
My garden is dark and murky. Last time it was comfortable black and green and glowing teal, with seaweed-like plants waving gently in an un-felt breeze. Today the atmosphere is a muted burgundy red, like old brick. It is welcoming, just different. Still, the landscape is a soft dreamy sage. Glittering something, particulates of stardust hang like miniature cottonwood seeds, twirling just above head.
I can see Taurus leaving, his lavender tail swishing with each step like a strap of willow leaves. I sit beside my Intention plant – what was just my Light Seed 2 weeks ago. It is small; it is only 6 inches high. It is a brighter green compared to the other smoked out grass and foliage nearby. There are no blossoms but it has long, thin leaves that stretch out and they are strong, similar to those on a corn stalk. I don’t touch it, but I put my hands in the wet, dark earth beside it and I can tell the plant is happy. It is not ready.
Scorpio is in the garden. He is small and black and shining, reflecting the great light of the full moon. He is about 10 inches long, 5 inches wide. I was wondering when he would appear… I am filled with fear. Dread. Anxiety. Motionless, unblinking, he remains. Menacing. He chitters closer, with a pitter patter snapping tap dance of spines and claws. Danger alarms are going off within me and I want to flee but I know he is there with a purpose and he has a lesson for me. I close my eyes for a moment and a take a deep breath, taking in the sweet cleansing air of my burgundy-mauve garden, and the apprehension pours out as my body sinks into acceptance and readiness. So, then. A lesson. I am ready.
I reach out to Scorpio and place him upon the skin of my bare thigh. I sit cross-legged in the dirt. He is prickly. His eyes are deepest black. We are quiet together and I slowly become more and more at ease with this creature that instilled such fear. And I can hear the lesson already, echoing in my own voice in my mind, “When you aren’t afraid to feel fear, there cannot be any fear at all.”
… And I chuckle. Was that it?! All of that drama, little Scorpio? For a lesson so simple and obvious… but so needed. He almost seems to smile… for a bug.
Relieved, I lay back in the garden and look up at the fullness of the sky and the Super Flower Moon is pink and lovely above us. Scorpio settles in my lap and we are napping before I even realize it.
I awake back in reality. I did not get to water my Intention plant nor say goodbye to Scorpio, but I will be back soon. I need to learn more. Scorpio has always intrigued and mystified me. Knowing Scorpio is like trying to remember a dream while waking from it (I guess that explains why I married one).
Margot Velvet 