Happy, sad, scared mad Scorpio Full Moon everybody! Scorpio represent extremes of emotion, the depths and the heights, the agony and the ecstasy. I know it’s technically over, but we’re still in the depths…
When the Moon is conjunct the Ascendant (as it is tonight), that means the Moon is rising just as the Sun is setting, which is a spectacular sight and lines up the energies neatly, bringing that dark light right into our faces. This can be a very good thing, illuminating the deep truths we normally ignore.
Scorpio, as the fixed water sign, shows us what we don’t want to see, rubs our noses in the realities which refuse to go away just because we don’t believe in them, including those frightening realities that populate our nightmares.
There are two kinds of truth: the objective, and the subjective. Objective truth is obvious, it is measurable and tends to be agreed upon by most. Subjective truth is hidden. It is the truth of how we really feel, and what it has to teach us. It can be controversial. It is intended for the individual for whom it is true. It is Scorpio.
The Scorpio Full Moon is a paradox. Scorpio is the sign of death; the Sun travels through Scorpio during the dying time of year. Yet, its Full Moon takes place in the most fertile, fecund, thriving flower-scented month. It brings the death around full circle to where it once again become life. You can’t kill anything forever, not in Scorpio. Ancient truths are born again, and appear dressed in modern clothing.
While on the beach tonight at the time of the Full Moon, I found myself pondering the following. I am not a Christian per se, but I live in a Christian culture, and I have Christian loved ones. I care about Jesus. I feel like He was the real thing. I disagree with organized religion on general principle, but I often think about Christ (who was not a Christian), and the Christ story, and tonight, I thought about it and felt about it in Scorpio terms.
Jesus was God in the flesh, so says the Bible. For the sake of this argument, I will presume that was true. So what does it mean, that God in the flesh was killed? Whether he was reborn or not, He died a terrible ugly death, in agony and torment. He cried out to Himself, “My God, My God, why hast thou forsaken me?” That doesn’t sound like He wanted to be there. It makes Him sound… vulnerable. Hurt. Scared.
It’s not such a big deal, that a god would die. Gods do die, in many polytheistic religions. In some, a God dies and is reborn every single year. But not this God, the monotheistic, Father God, the One whose Pronouns are capitalized, whose Name is unspellable—that God has never died before. He was always seen as above and outside of death. He epitomizes invincibility and immortality.
Yet, He died, He passed through the same portal of death that we mere mortals always have.
God made Himself vulnerable. God experienced pain that He could not escape. It doesn’t mean anything to me, that He died ‘for our sins,’ whatever that even means. But it feels powerfully significant that He chose to go through that horrible experience.
He did it. He’s one of us now. One of the mortals. He can die.
“For God so loved the world…” What’s more, He did it because He loved the world.
God loved the world. He experienced pain and death so that He would know, really know, what happens to the body and to the emotions when death happens. And He did it for Her. God so loved the world—this world–the Mother, Earth. God loved this wonderful, massive body of a pagan Goddess, and She is an integral part of my spirituality. (This is the real reason I can’t be a Christian; She isn’t allowed in church.)
So, God is dead. Maybe He stood up in a body of light when it was all over, and returned to Heaven. But truthfully? Being Scorpio honest here? I don’t buy that He took His body with Him. I think that He died, and He left here whatever substance belonged to the Earth, He returned to Her. And because He’s God, He lives also, learning, and growing, and walking the world in our bodies.
God is Us, We are God. Amen.