What is wrong with me?!
No, donʻt answer. That was a rhetorical question. 😂
I know what is wrong with me, but this is my little corner of the interwebs, and itʻs a safe space, so letʻs reflect on what the hell is going on in the stars that is causing all these feels.
Firstly, I have absolutely no patience for people who donʻt use their fucking brains!
This must be the curse of Aquarius: being so aware and observant that we are constantly calculating the next step or solution. My mind is a perpetual puzzle, putting different pieces together to see what fits or feels right. Honestly, itʻs exhausting.
And now that weʻre in Libra season, Iʻm weighing out allllll the options and reading allllll the reviews before Iʻm even close to making a decision.
Which is slowing me down.
And I fucking HATE it.
My Libra sisters, I feel you. I appreciate your commitment to balancing everyyything, which also makes you indecisive as fuck, but I love you sm. 😂❤️
Secondly, when youʻre trying for a baby and your journey isnʻt happening as quickly as you want it to, finding out every other day that someone you know is pregnant can bring up some feelings.
Now, Iʻm not saying they donʻt deserve to be pregnant. Of course they do!
Itʻs the feeling I get in my gut that asks:
Will it ever be me?
Will I get the chance to tell my friends that Iʻm pregnant?
As a spiritual girly, itʻs easy to bypass these emotions. I can tell myself to think positively, trust the universe and remind myself that everything is working out.
And it is.
Everything is working out for me.
But Iʻm also going to sit with these feelings of unworthiness, heaviness and failure. Iʻm going to acknowledge the grief that comes with feeling like my body isnʻt doing the thing that womenʻs bodies are expected to do.
Because this is shadow work.
These are the shadows we donʻt hide from. These are the shadows we get to know.
Itʻs easy to ignore and avoid the shadows, but being a light worker also means being a shadow worker. And the shadows are always the darkest and biggest the closer they are to the light source.
So I did some shadow work through energy pulling.
I could feel that I was holding onto energy in my womb: pressure and rigidness that had been with me for years.
The pressures were given to me by my maternal line.
The rigidness was self-imposed.
This energy felt sludgy and heavy, weighing down my womb with doubt and stagnancy.
So I repurposed it.
I alchemised that energy into pleasure and play and placed it back into my womb space.
This beautiful purple energy surrounded me and wrapped me in the most nurturing energy Iʻve ever felt. It felt motherly, and I could feel my maternal lineage surrounding me.
I saw my great-great-great-great-grandmotherʻs hand placed on the shoulder of the next generation, and then the next, and the next, until I felt my Momʻs hand on my shoulder.
The way it linked together felt like reaching the Avatar State. It was unreal.
I came out of that session with tears in my eyes.
Thirdly, Iʻve been seeing many astrologers talking about Venus retrograde moving back through Scorpio and Libra.
Now, donʻt be afraid of this transit.
For me, it has brought me back to creative projects that Iʻve left behind, and Iʻve found myself obsessed with reinventing my look and aesthetic.
But learn from me:
DO NOT cut your hair dramatically, get a radical beauty procedure, or make a major physical modification during this time.
I have always regretted doing it and wished I hadnʻt acted so impulsively.
So learn from me. 😂
Give yourself the Pinterest board. Make the mood board. Try the temporary hair colour. Buy the clothes. Play with your makeup. Reinvent your aesthetic in ways that allow you to experiment without permanently committing to something you might look at six months from now and think, What the actual fuck was I thinking?
And finally, the collective female rage is something to behold.
And honestly?
I love it.
We canʻt take our feet off their necks. We will keep applying pressure. We will keep creating spaces where survivors can seek justice without fear. We will keep raising sons who are taught to stand up for women, protect their safety, listen to them and be genuine allies.
There is something powerful happening in the collective.
The collective witchʻs wound has been activated.
And maybe this is the part where we finally decide that the story doesnʻt have to repeat itself.
All the witches have incarnated now, and we are going to make sure this time is different.
I kept the ending intentionally punchy rather than over-explaining it. That last section feels strongest when it lands like a declaration instead of turning into a lesson.

