Sophie-David
Well I am really having problems defining my question clearly, so I will have to start with an oblique approach. I have been pursuing the energy of Scorpio into the darkest places, where intense passion burns as fire fused into water, bringing death and regeneration into the deepest recesses of the dark, dry earth. Scorpio is the surrender to the watery void of the deepest universal consciousness, where the individual identity dies, and we become one with the universal soul. Thus we experience Scorpio in moments of sexual and religious ecstasy, in which we rehearse our own Death and Judgement.
I know how to nurture Sophie's emotive lunar darkness: for example, this week I watched Dvorak's Rusulka again, in which the water nympth ultimately plunges into the deep ocean of deathly embrace with her worldly prince. And last night I watched Dark City, a wonderful work of earthy dark masculine humidity. But how does one nurture the dark feminine regenerative aspect of Scorpio?
This not the darkness of the nubile Moon reflecting in the deep waters, this is a fertile liquid darkness that seeps through the earth's mantle, exploding into steam as it touches the molten core. This is the dark madonna, the creatrix, and I seek her story: in art, literature, film, music, prophecy and the Tarot.
Last night I was given a dream that pointed out that when my Empress Eirian was not working (i.e. creating) she had to take refuge from the Sun in a meagre little tin shack out on the desert. Instead I guided her to a pub-like refuge where we sang together this mnemonic verse,
"That flickering lamp across the sea
Ere was it ever meant for me."
And I think that therein lies a clue...
Ah, just before I posted I remembered one item that has been on my shopping list for quite some time, and that may be a partial answer: Salome by Richard Strauss.
I know how to nurture Sophie's emotive lunar darkness: for example, this week I watched Dvorak's Rusulka again, in which the water nympth ultimately plunges into the deep ocean of deathly embrace with her worldly prince. And last night I watched Dark City, a wonderful work of earthy dark masculine humidity. But how does one nurture the dark feminine regenerative aspect of Scorpio?
This not the darkness of the nubile Moon reflecting in the deep waters, this is a fertile liquid darkness that seeps through the earth's mantle, exploding into steam as it touches the molten core. This is the dark madonna, the creatrix, and I seek her story: in art, literature, film, music, prophecy and the Tarot.
Last night I was given a dream that pointed out that when my Empress Eirian was not working (i.e. creating) she had to take refuge from the Sun in a meagre little tin shack out on the desert. Instead I guided her to a pub-like refuge where we sang together this mnemonic verse,
"That flickering lamp across the sea
Ere was it ever meant for me."
And I think that therein lies a clue...
Ah, just before I posted I remembered one item that has been on my shopping list for quite some time, and that may be a partial answer: Salome by Richard Strauss.