Celestial Torment

Retrograde/Full moon/Eclipse/Feminine rage

I think this retrograde/Scorpio full moon/eclipse situation is trying to kill me. But… as usual, I survived. Take that… stupid sky.

Last week was emotional. Anxiety filled. Add in a couple small personal situations that somehow ripped open a deeper wound and forced me to face some ancient hurts; driving me to the conclusion that the first draft of the memoir I’ve written is probably going to need to be scrapped as I’m pretty sure I’m telling the wrong story.

This week started off with a house jolt while meditating. I thought it was my feminine rage but it was an earthquake in Malibu. Perhaps brought on by my feminine rage. Brought on by the worst cramps I’ve ever had as well as… well… some men.

Then there’s the menacing feeling of Mother’s day approaching. Like a demonic storm cloud heading right for us all, about to blanket my psyche in flaming hot ash.

The other day, driving up in Topanga canyon, my car began to shake violently. An earthquake? No. This was prior to Monday’s earthquake.…