Updated: Apr 21, 2020
Venus has danced her way through the dark waters of Scorpio, kicking up what was buried deep in the subconscious. For myself, and many other women I'm sure, the anger I stored towards the masculine was put into the spotlight.
It's never felt safe for me to express my rage, I would literally have to be pushed to my absolute limit before loosing my shit, meaning there were many situations where the resentment just got swallowed and held in my body.
There came a point around 5 years ago where I reached boiling point. Men would, quite rightly, keep their distance from me, not even look at me, as all the venom swirled inside of me like a caged beast.
I have experienced multiple interactions with men this past month which have poked at my wounds around this subject. Their creepy approach and lack of respect for women, most probably due to their own subconscious dwellings, but sometimes a mere compliment would give rise to that beast. That's when I knew there was work to be done.
How appropriate that the Oscar Wilde play Salomè should land in my lap this week, reminding me to really let go of those many moments of pain, humiliation, fear and rage suppressed for so long. Anger doesn't have to be presented to the person it's related to, it just needs to be externalised, before something terrible happens!
"Ah! Thou wouldst not suffer me to kiss thy mouth, Jokanaan. Well! I will kiss it now. I will bite it with my teeth as one bites a ripe fruit." ~ Salomè (Oscar Wilde)
This full moon I will letting things go, casting them into the cauldron of the goddess making way for a good representation of the masculine to enter my life.
Many blessings to my sisters who suffer the same.