The Sun goes into Scorpio 10/23 at 12:16 pm PDT. Later, at 8:37 pm PDT, Mercury backs into Libra right after conjuncting the Sun. On 10/25 at 9:51 pm PDT there is the Full Moon in Taurus/Scorpio. Pluto is at the Galactic Center 10/27.

The higher mind and the lower mind are clashing and crashing. So much of the drama cycles between both of these poles. While embodied, the universe looks greener on the higher mind side, thus all the higher self, God, All One, Anything But Here projections of Light at the end of the upward funnel. How many times do you have to churn and burn in this endless looping to see that it's going no where but round and round?

Scorpio represents many things, including this elevator ride called the Kundalini. The little bundle of bliss/terror stays coiled in your root chakra awaiting the hopeful day when it can rocket to the other end of the polarity and fountain beyond your crown chakra........ can ya say hallelujah! It's the Big Oh. When you're comin', you're agoin' in hopes that that'll work, again.... What goes up doth come down, but it's all a function of round and round. This time of year you can witness this.

There's something deeply eruptive about this Full Moon. I expect some full mania. The Cramp will amp. The violence will spill and chill. Suicide gallops hither and thither in the dither. All the bad feelings that push people inexorably to be good, now flip out and open. Pandora hurls. The Shadow dominates. The shit begins to hit the fantastic. There's no reason for most of it. The unconscious is not fettered by reason, for good and bad. You can penetrate veils now and manifest what you want or............ you can hide in the good/bad game with your head buried up your crown chakra (the anus to the next dimensional state by the way, in case you thought it was all glory) while you await the second coming and all the goings on. Jesus is on his way I reckon, and as the old joke goes, he's pissed. The fundamentalists have squeezed out all the fun; so have da mentalists. Many are left holding the bag of plenty, embarrassed and addicted, while the Madonna grabs another suffering baby from the dark, unmentionable continent. The poverty and betrayal and abject daily violence are still horrid with full oppressor denial and abuse slathered through the lot. It all screams now. Guilt and blame fly like passing wind.

Good and bad spin the web that obscures your being. Be. Choose. Express. Play. Don't buy the madness or the solutions to the madness. Allow the dissolution of your identification in the software that drives the dharma/karma drama. Embrace what you want. Let go of what you don't want. Don't believe any of it. You are fine, even as the week spins out of and into control flip floppedly. Allow the passions, but realize they are not you. Empath all you want, but wake up in your own pathologies rather than fixate on fixing them. We're all broke and in a surreal fix. All the refuges that used to work, no longer work. It's time to be with what is as it is and let the projections fall away.

Take dear care of yourself,
Mark