Mystic Marijuana: New Moon in Scorpio
Scorpio energy contains an inaccessible lair, hiding our wildest side, a shadow trotting behind us full of mystery. In hindsight, we ask for a close-up on a dangerous, dense adventure. The only warning however, is theft of ancient domains because they (the colonial enterprise) fear the dark cocoon of grief and love inside us all—a quiet ache swelling up a raw force during this new moon.
Like my Tita says, eat all the bruised fruits to consume the most nutritional benefits. In those terms, ‘first world’ habits towards our untamed closeted traditions are to eat only the perfect fruits. Society manically disorganizes our power for they’re trying to eat our durability. Yes, our durability is weighted with fragility, if so we break, echoes of ancient memory—healers, priestesses, ritualists, herbalists, and mediators between realms—ring our corridor of history, awakening our core like a distant gong. Our intentions this month drastically ripple and flood a watery grave as earth’s poisons perish.
Scorpio season will keep us alive at twilight, refreshed by the cooling effects of the oncoming occultism. We get stronger when we value our bodies and minds. We don’t get stronger for the sake of being independent—we, who are many, get stronger when we learn about our heritage and give birth to children. This is the reckoning they will see. We get stronger when we are willing to do what is necessary. Below are mantras so you may experience a blissful surrealism of ancestral remedy during this time of complex emotions and demands for rapid acclimation to bounce back from any disparity or find means to support yourself. Most importantly take care of your body, which will take care of your ancestors.
I give my body permission to lead and guide
My body is mine and mine alone
My body dances with wholeness
I tune into a rhythm, only my body can feel and hear