☽◯☾ LIBRA NEW MOON :: KARMIC REFLECTION ☽◯☾
Oooooh I love the energy of this Libra New Moon. To quote the late Wayne Dyer, “how people treat you is their karma, how you react is yours.”
There has been a two-year cycle of strong energetic themes within our own personal atmospheres. They have varied in motif for all of us and I’m confident that if you reflect for a moment upon a single reoccurring theme, in an instant you can recognize yours.
Mine has been a theme of theft, both literal and symbolic. Literally, as I began writing this I received a phone call from my bank about fraudulent activity. Virgo likes to go out with a reminder. The most enraging aspect is that the majority of it has been from those that I had intimate friendships with. And yet, in particular the ones where I knew in the very instant of meeting them their disturbed truth, but denied my intuition in favor of my own genuine desire to try to connect. After all a few of them were mothers of young ones just like me so had bad could it be, right? Well, if I had known how saccharin sweet surface with a depth of darkness I knew it would be, I would have ran for the hills.
I didn’t and so unfolded a journey of karmic exchange from them and a few others that brought me into my own dark night of the soul—I became bewildered by how fractured, insecure and desperate people can become and how I allowed their shadow to seep into my light, which is my only regret. And as the miserable ones do, they convince themselves with a tribe of other lost archetypes that they’re the sane ones and we’re all lost. Except in LA they’re cloaked in yoga clothes and hide behind Namaste’s, social media, headstands and an array of addictions. And my favorite, my ultimate favorite of throwing around the term ‘truth’ when they couldn’t be further from it.
On the brighter side, this Libra New Moon is ending this gnarly dual year cycle of that theme that has been prevalent for you, for all of us. It has been a long time karmic test of sorts to see if you practice what you preach.
If you do, you may have suffered disappointments, betrayals and disloyalties, and still feel a shockwave from the emotional tsunami here and there but you’re now the phoenix rising.
If not, like these aforementioned folks I’ve crossed karmic paths with, brace yourself, as truth forgets not an address or a deception. Sit back and see the lies revealed, the harsh but necessary judgements spoken on your energetic behalf and watch as others begin to notice and out the hypocrisy. It shall be a brilliant display of breakdown and in hopes of genuine reflection, responsibility and breakthrough. But I doubt it.
The gift of any pain is in the transformation, the alchemy into wisdom. The months and moments sat in deep reflection and responsibility offer self solace and sacred serenity that is now empowering those whom honor their word, their honest self and blinding light.
My whole life I have been passionately vocal and empowered by three main convictions—feminism and the empowered light of female and called to shed that light on the shadow, merely having a yoni is not enough for sisterhood, you need to embody and behold hold a bold and refined grace and unapologetic powerful truth stemming from honest roots and sincere vulnerability to enlighten, truth—bold, simple, powerful truth (tattooed on me) and last but certainly not least, integrity.
I have had my auric ass kicked and was threatened time after time to prove to what felt like a mysterious force that I do not cower and I do not bow down to egoic bullshit. No once did I fall, did my scales of justice waver in favor of opportunism or fame or perceived masks of who I am. I honored the feminine, cast out the amateur prostitute archetype shadows, I spoke my truth however unpopular or how they, all aspects from silly girl energy to billionaire counsel tried through obvious intimidation to break me, to negotiate with my primal power. I held integrity, the kind CS Lewis talks about when he says “integrity is doing the right thing even when no one is watching.”
And if I sound a bit arrogant, as they’ve accused me of, you bet you’re fucking ass I am… a little. I do believe I am better than thieves and liars and those that take their unsolved shit out on others. I’ve done the work. I continue to do the work, and I will slam, shut down, and bring down anyone that trespasses against my family or me. There is a reason there is a path less taken.
Now, the harder part is letting people trust and believe all of this offensive rhetoric all stems from love. Luckily however, I do not have desire for convincing. I am of the age and innate inherited make up that if you’re not wise or intuitive enough to see or feel my soul and know my truth, well then social etiquette and civility will be our greatest shared depth. I’m from Connecticut I’m very good at this.
I know you have your own struggle somewhere deep inside there, yes, right there, the one gnawing at you, sometimes deafening and often times in a soft persuasive whisper, and I know many of you do the work and authentically follow your bliss without perfection but with sincere ambition, and that is beautiful and that is what matters. Do not allow the darkness to dampen your light and if it happens, as it inevitably will then let the clouds come and then make a rainbow, the rest of the turbulence is merely a passage to a greater beauty if you’re strong enough to reflect, pause and remove your mask…the other side is freedom.
So let them talk and chatter and bond on broken concepts. You, as I do will sleep well at night knowing you’re teaching yourself and your children what true love, kindness and courage truly means and the value of virtuous living.