12/05/25

Today, the Full Moon in Scorpio rises like a phoenix, intense, transformative, and unapologetically alive. This lunation marks a peak of emotional depth, mystery, and illumination. Scorpio, ruled by Pluto, governs death and rebirth, passion and shadow, the sacred and the secret. Under this moon, we are invited to meet our own depths, not to fear them, but to rise through them, more whole, more real, more embodied. It's a moment of reckoning and resurrection, especially around desire, power, and truth. The sacred feminine lives here, not in fragility, but in the fierce softness of renewal.

Full Moons illuminate. And Scorpio doesn’t just reveal what’s on the surface, it digs into the soul. Today is the perfect time to dive into your birth chart, to understand the karmic layers, emotional patterns, and spiritual gifts that shape your life. A chart reading under this moon can help you uncover hidden truths, activate personal power, and realign with your soul’s deeper purpose. Let the light of the moon guide you inward.

Today I found myself thinking about the sacred feminine , not as a gender, but as a life force. It’s that wild, intuitive current that creates, destroys, and re-creates again. It’s cyclical, ancient, and deeply sensual. Under this Scorpio Full Moon, it whispers through our bodies, through our emotions, through our longing to return to something real.

Scorpio is often misunderstood as only intense or dark, but there is mysticism in its shadows. It teaches us that life isn’t about light alone. It’s about wholeness. It’s about feeling it all, rage, grief, lust, tenderness, and still choosing to rise. Still choosing to love.

This Moon isn’t just emotional; it’s erotic. And not in a purely sexual sense, but in the eroticism of being alive, the feeling of blood in our veins, laughter in our throats, breath on skin, wind on face. This is the Scorpio passion: not just love for someone else, but love for life itself. A remembrance that to feel is to be here.

And that’s what makes this lunation holy. It’s a sacred resurrection, not because we’ve been sleeping, but because we’ve been hiding. Hiding from how much we want to live. How much we want to feel. How much we crave truth and connection and the courage to let go of everything that isn’t that.

The sacred feminine doesn’t ask us to be perfect. She asks us to be present. To meet the moment, raw and whole. To be brave enough to feel what we feel without numbing it, escaping it, or shrinking it down.

Tonight, if you can, find a quiet space. Light a candle. Breathe deep. Place a hand on your body and whisper thank you. You are here. Alive. Becoming.

This moon is your reminder that the end of something is always the beginning of something holy.