Earth, Body, Love, Land
Virgo season is Here
Beloveds,
Yesterday at 7:55 am EST, we were initiated into the lowering ramp of Virgo season, which has so many incredible invitations held inside of its arrival. Virgo’s imperatives orbit around solitude, self-intimacy, inquiry, silence, darkness, evening, sunrise, nature, trees, fresh morning, soulfulness, heart space, freedom, body, Earth, mytho-poetry, honesty and integrity, prayer and witch, channel and gift, service and devotion, archetypal mother, intuition, alchemy. Yes!
Virgo’s invitation gestures us away from the speedy heat of August, and the ways we might have chosen out of guilt, imperative, aesthetic, projection, fear, or need. We tend to internalize the times we choose from a protective part of ourselves, and we allow that choice to change how we understand ourselves. In fact, we simply need to choose from a different place, and continue choosing from that place. Virgo’s portal is a prayer of self-relationship and acceptance—how are we overriding, overthinking, undermining, forcing or ignoring the salinity of our emergent needs, and how can we move towards self-tending, self-soothing and self-opening?
If you want to be monogamous and have a boyfriend, go complete that. If you want to fall apart on the cliff of the Ineffable, go complete that. What your body wants, longs for and possibly dreams is not a curse but a gift sent over from Far away. Virgo encourages profundity and vulnerability with the self, before that offering is given away to someone else. Without moving inward first, without pausing and placing our attention inside of ourselves, we risk to internalize everyone else’s experience of us instead. Without giving ourselves the intimacy of touching into our current experience and seeing what is there, we lose a profound connection to Self, Land and Spirit, and without this self-return, we begin to lose a spark or a general gentleness within and towards ourselves.
Who is home when I return?
Except for the prayer I left under the moon Leaf,
the moon weak when I don’t, I should, I laid in
myself Morning,
“I got numbers on my phone that’ll never ring Again”1
Who is home when I return but the same thing
that I left there
The self contains a primordial duality from the rupture of Trauma
That god, “That contemplates creation”2
my Anti-life reeling around the river bend
“Sleep well”
Sleep well,
Anti-Life and other September
The Emptiness rids me and
fills until I am flushed
These days, God is there when I return home
and the way my
body remembers its stomach clasps
The river glistens
and bulges of red leaves
I meet my Anti-Life and I
kneel like a boy,
dropping my restless armour and
“Walk the path brightly”3,
ceding to the walking
together often in silence.
I spend my days like this,
torn between god and rip.
~
Self-return work is a profound invitation that is coming with this Virgo season. How many times can you return to yourself, in complete Awe and agony, and welcome whatever it is that is waiting for you at home. Is it rage? Can you stand by it, mouth agape, witnessing its combustion? Can you simply stay and do nothing else? Whatever is homing you, you must meet it in the low drop and rock with its integrity.
Self-return work can look like anything. It is less about ‘what it is’ and more about the fact that you are responding to a cry within you. It could be laying on the floor with a five minute timer. It could be smoking weed and going for a walk. It could be a bath. It could be shaking hips on wooden floors. Choose the thing that makes your body—namely the musculature around your spine, your lower back, liver and intestines, stomach and the nervous system—can let go, even just one inch at a time.
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I recommend this podcast for this virgo moment:
Mythic Masculine, Gender Is A Lie, Gender Is a Truth - Zhenevere Sophia Dao
https://www.themythicmasculine.com/episodes/zhenevere-dao
I also made a playlist:
Don’t let the emergence of the white scientism of somatics and embodiment work let you forget that you have an inherent embodied sovereignty within yourself and you know better than anyone how to respond to your own body. it won’t look like what we had in mind but that’s a good thing. I do a lot of shaking. I lay on my yoga mat on my back and rock my hips back and fourth until I gather momentum. Usually, there is a Stone wailing in my hips somewhere. I wail and moan. I sit back in child’s pose. I start where I am, moving at the speed of honesty and returning to an intention to move inside myself from an ethic of relationally. If I treat myself as disposable and crazy (my words, not yours), then I will be undermining the wisdom and promise that lies within each relationship built on integrity and love. Our inner worlds wants us back. Each part is a wound and they each have a song. The song runs long sometimes years but don’t worry, you are safe in the changes.
Virgo is a heart, above all. It is the place where we simply love for the sake of feeling love. Typically, our neuroses are the ‘thing’ most typically associated with virgo archetypal energy. However, there is a place beyond—or typically under—the neuroses that seem to be connected to a vast network of Grace. Virgo is a grace worker, too; the place where the Land and the Body meet, and this relationship to Self (and thus Land) has been fucked with profoundly and threatened away. There is a deep wound locked within a Virgo’s body, and through Virgo’s diligent inquiry and care, we can come to find this wound is a transpersonal wound, a shared one, that spans in and out of ancient wisdom and animisms of all things. If we do not formally understand Virgo’s ethic and source, it is because we are excavating Virgo from its ecology, as well as its unchangeable lovingness.
And who is home, when I return?
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Deep blessings everyone. I am so grateful to be given so much (so much) Virgo energy and to have a body that forgives me even if I have strayed away for so long. Virgo sun, Virgo rising and Capricorn moon, baby. Profundity is hot. I love you all.
Jay Electronica, A.P.I.D.T.A.
Ibid.
Twain, Walking