This Friday, a Full Moon rises in the sign of Scorpio, the most watery of all the water signs. Scorpio is all about what's hidden deep below, and a full moon in Scorpio always drags buried things to the surface.
A Scorpio Full Moon, at a geopolitical level, is a classic exposure event. Scorpio rules secrets, buried power, hidden money, sexual coercion, institutional abuse, the things a system has tried to keep beneath the surface. The moon full in Scorpio shines a light into those hidden places, and this particular full moon has Pluto - Scorpio’s ruler - squaring both the Sun and the Moon from Aquarius, the sign of the collective, the institutions, and the networks of power. It’s pressing from the place where institutional power sits, like the sky performing a forced exposure of institutional secrets, so this week, under this Moon, we should expect to see long-buried secrets surfacing from the deep.
Financial scandals coming to light.
Documents leaking.
Accusations rising.
Powerful figures collapsing under the weight of what they’ve been hiding.
Lies that have held institutions together for decades coming undone.
We may see several of these across the week, as the sky forces an enormous pressure of buried material toward the surface.
But this week’s lunation is not only shining a light on what has been buried in the institutional body, but on what has been buried in our own bodies, and in the body of the Earth herself. Under the light of this full moon, in the watery sign of Scorpio, at a time when it feels like the whole world is on fire, almost every element of the sky is beckoning us to consider the deep water within. It’s pointing us to the antithesis of the fire, beckoning us to remember something we once knew, but have long since forgot.
This sky is guiding us toward where we are going next, as a species, as a civilisation, as a sea of droplets swimming in an ocean of consciousness. It’s showing us the shape of a new dawn, a new cycle, and it all begins with remembering what has long been hidden in the depths.
Yes, it may feel like everything is on fire, like the old world is burning, but under the light of this week’s Scorpio Full Moon, the sky says all eyes on the water.
This writing leans on the wisdom of planetary pattern recognition. If you’d like to know more - and why I don’t believe in astrology - read all about it HERE
What the Ancients Remembered
In the oldest stories of the Greeks, Scorpio was the creature that Gaia herself summoned from beneath the ground to stop the boastful Orion - the greatest hunter who had ever lived - from slaying every animal on the Earth. The scorpion emerged from beneath the surface of the world, stung Orion on the heel, and brought him down. Both were placed in the sky as constellations, on opposite sides of the heavens, so that when Scorpio rises, Orion sets - the hunter is eternally fleeing the creature that rose from below to end him.
That’s the myth we are standing beneath this week. Scorpio’s work has always been to bring up from the depths what the hunter consciousness refused to see. It’s the Earth’s own defence, summoning from beneath what has been dismissed, ignored, extracted from, and buried, and since Scorpio is a water sign, what is rising from beneath the surface under this week’s lunation is the waters of the deep.
Every Scorpio Full Moon, the earthy Taurus Sun stands on one side of the sky, and across from it, the Moon in Scorpio rises, carrying the light of the deep water with her. She pulls it to the surface, and shines it into the face of the Earth, and for a few days each year, the water of the deep is lit in full view, reflected back at the body of the world - deep water rising to meet the Earth.
Water is life to anything that has kept its roots open and its soil living, but to structures built on the assumption that the deep would stay buried, water is a catastrophe - like a Scorpion’s venom. It floods foundations that were laid in denial of it, and softens what was built to be rigid, undermining anything that depended on the ground staying dry. The water itself is not venomous, but it acts like a venom to every vessel that cannot hold it. The deep sacred feels toxic to a structure built on its denial. It stings when it rises into containers that forgot how to hold it, that were crafted by those who lived on the surface, as if that was all there was, forgetting the water that dwells in the sacred deep.
To most of us, water is neither sacred, nor venom. It’s just a thing we drink, or something we shower in. We wash our dishes in it. We buy it in plastic bottles at the airport and we pay our utility bills for it at the end of each month. We watch news reports about droughts in faraway countries and we feel a vague sense of concern before clicking on to the next thing. In our modern world, water is far from sacred. Though we live in bodies made mostly of water, on a planet that is three quarters water, we have managed - somehow, across the last several hundred years - to relegate the most sacred substance in the known universe to the status of a household utility that pours on demand out of a tap.
In many ways, we ourselves have become containers that have forgotten how to hold the sacred. But it was not always this way.
Every ancient culture on earth, without exception, knew that water was sacred. Water was worshipped, and protected - it was given names and faces and stories. Rivers were goddesses, and oceans had kings. Springs had spirits who lived in them and had to be honoured before a drop could be taken, and wells were sites of pilgrimage. Rain was prayed for, and when it came, it was greeted as a living being returning home. There was not a civilisation on this planet, from the Nile to the Ganges to the Amazon to the Thames, that did not build its myths, its temples, its gods and its rituals around the water that gave it life.
And then, somewhere in the last few centuries, we stopped regarding water with reverence and it became just another thing in our world for us to dominate and control. We learned how to plumb it, and pipe it into our homes, and flush it down our drains, and filter the minerals out of it, and sell it back to ourselves in single-use plastic. We stopped giving it names, and stopped saying thank you. We stopped singing to it. We stopped pouring it on the ground as an offering before we drank. We forgot, collectively and almost completely, what our ancestors had known for the entirety of human history - that water is not a resource, but source itself.
Perhaps that is the very thing this Scorpio Moon is calling us to remember.
The Origins of Water
When our world began its life billions of years ago, there was no water to be seen. Early Earth was a parched and inhospitable place; a giant ball of liquid hot magma without a single drop of water in sight.
Many planetary geologists now believe that the 1,000 quintillion litres of water that covers Earth’s surface originally came from far outside of our planet’s atmosphere. Scientists surmise that it was ice-laden comets hailing from the cold outer reaches of our solar system millions of years ago that delivered most of the 332,500,000 cubic miles of water that now covers our planet.
Every drop of water on this planet - every ocean, every river, every glass you've ever drunk that became every tear you've ever cried - arrived here from somewhere beyond this world. There was no life on Earth before there was water - life only began once the water arrived and it was from that water we originally crawled, with every cell in our bodies teaming with the liquid from the stars.
Perhaps that is why the ancients worshipped water in a way we have never understood - they remembered where it came from, and where they came from too. It’s why our most ancients stories all seem to center around water, and not just water as a drink, but water as a being.
Before we had written language, or agriculture, or cities or kings or coins, we had stories about the waters that gave us life, and in almost every one of those stories, the waters were alive.
Salacia and the Legend of the Deep
In ancient Egypt, the universe began as Nun - the primordial ocean of darkness and potential from which all creation emerged. Every morning, the sun god Ra was said to be reborn out of Nun’s waters, and every night he returned to them. Water was where life came from, and water was where life returned.
In ancient Greece, the sea was ruled by Poseidon, and beside him was Amphitrite, queen of the ocean, whose very body was the water itself. And in ancient Rome, the sea was ruled by Neptune, and beside him was Salacia, the goddess of salt water, of the deep sea beneath the surface of the waves. She is the one who holds the depth, and remembers what the surface has forgotten - the mother of the deep, the queen of the unseen currents, the quiet presence beneath every crashing wave. Most people alive today have never heard her name, and yet she has always been there, holding the waters of the earth in her quiet keeping, waiting for us to remember.
Like her husband, the god of the sea, Salacia lives not only in ancient myth, but she also dwells in the sky - astronomers bestowed her name upon a dwarf planet that orbits far beyond the planet Neptune, out in the cold dark where it takes nearly three hundred years to travel once around the sun.
To astrologers, Salacia in the sky holds the same meaning as Salacia in myth; she is the memory of the deep, and right now, she is calling attention to herself, following Saturn - the planet of structure - and her husband Neptune - the planet of the ocean, the source - on their journey into Aries. When they met in February this year for their historic conjunction at the threshold of the entire zodiac - the Genesis Reset - Salacia was right there with them, travelling just behind Saturn at the same degree. Structure, source, and the waters of the deep, crossed into the new cycle together, hand in hand, marking a civilisational reset, and a new cosmic cycle beginning.
At the moment the sky called time on the old world and gave life to something new, it did so with the waters of the deep at its back, just like when life on Earth was first seeded, carried on a comet from the depths of space. And now the Scorpio Full Moon are calling our attention to the depths just as Salacia did at the reset - the sky is turning its full light on the sacred water, asking us to see what’s been hidden in the deep, and beckoning us to remember. Something the ancients once knew, that science is only just starting to recall.
Water is not just a drink or a resource.
Water is life.
And water, it seems, remembers.
The Memory of Water
Scientists and specialists have been turning their attention to the nature of water over the last fifty years, in an effort to better understand this life-giving substance, but more specifically to test the theory that water may hold some level of consciousness.
In 1988, French immunologist Dr. Jacques Benveniste conducted a series of experiments to test his theory that water held memory. He diluted proteins in water until no trace of the original protein could be detected, then introduced that water to human white blood cells, and - remarkably - the cells reacted exactly as they would have if the proteins had still been present. The water appeared to be holding the memory of what it had once contained. Benveniste said it was “like agitating a car key in a river, going miles downstream, extracting a few drops of water, and then starting one’s car with the water.”
At the time, the scientific establishment savaged him for posing the notion that water remembers, but not long afterwards, Dr. Luc Montagnier - the Nobel Prize-winning virologist who co-discovered the human immunodeficiency virus - took Benveniste’s work further. He dissolved DNA in water, diluted it until no physical trace of the DNA remained, and recorded the low-frequency electromagnetic signal the water was emitting. He then transmitted that signal digitally to a laboratory in Italy, where it was played into a flask of pure, untouched water, and the water in Italy reorganised itself, at the molecular level, to replicate the DNA signal from Paris. In his experiment, he reported that the water carried information across continents, remembering what it had once held, and showed evidence that it may be able to communicate.
In Japan, Dr. Masaru Emoto conducted decades of research photographing frozen water crystals, exposing water to words, images, music, and human intention, then freezing it and examining the crystalline structures it formed. Emoto observed that water exposed to words like “love” and “gratitude” crystallised into exquisite, symmetrical, snowflake-like patterns, whereas water exposed to hostile words formed distorted, broken, chaotic structures. Water exposed to classical music bloomed into geometric beauty, while water exposed to violence collapsed into fragmented shapes that could barely hold themselves together.
Similarly, in New Zealand, water researcher Veda Austin has spent the last decade photographing the crystalline images that form in water when it is exposed to thought, intention, and imagery. In one experiment, water frozen in the presence of an apple seed crystallised into the shape of a fully-formed apple, as if the water somehow knew what the seed was going to become. In one of her most remarkable experiments, she asked a friend in India to focus a specific thought into a petri dish of water she had prepared in New Zealand, and when she froze the water, it formed an image of exactly what her friend had been imagining - herself standing on a rock in the Ganges, her head just above the water.
It has long been understood that water is life-giving - that no life can exist without it - but what is becoming increasingly clear is that water may actually be alive itself and hold its own consciousness; it may feel, it may communicate, and it may even remember.
Vessels of the Divine
If every drop of water on Earth travelled here from somewhere out in the deep dark beyond - as many planetary geologists suggest it did - then the water that fills more than sixty percent of our bodies began its life as ice drifting through the void, billions of years before life existed on this earth. Every cell we carry is swimming in an ocean that travelled across the solar system to be here. We are, in the most literal and scientific sense of the word, made of something extraterrestrial.
The water in the glass on the desk. The water that came from the shower this morning. The water our mothers drank that became the waters we swam in before we were born, which became the blood and tears and sweat of each of us now - that water came from the outer reaches of the solar system flying on the back of a comet. Older than this planet. Older than the sun. Each of us is a vessel for something truly ancient, that science is now coming to understand may hold the memory of everything.
If Benveniste’s water held the memory of what it once contained, then does our ocean remember every ship that sailed in it? Does the rain recall every storm? Does the glass of water remember where it’s been through the centuries?
If Emoto’s water could hold the memory of another person’s feeling, then does the water in the bathtub recall the feelings of those who bathed? And does it hold that memory on its way down the plug hole, down the pipes, back into the ocean?
And if all that water holds the memory of what it contained and what it felt, then when we drink that water, what becomes of those memories? Do they become ours as we absorb the water? Do we feel what the water feels? Do we remember what it remembers? Are our memories our own, or are they just the water within us remembering?
If the water in a petri dish can hold the memory of what it once contained, and the water in a flask can receive information sent from the other side of the world, then is the water in our bodies - the water we drink, the water we cry, the water that runs through every cell - doing the same?
According to Dr. Zach Bush, every cell in our body holds water in a crystalline gel state, not unlike that of the frozen water in both Dr. Emoto and Veda Austin’s petrie dish experiments. This crystalline water surrounds the DNA in our cells, and when the water receives light energy from the sun through the food we eat, it begins to vibrate at a very specific frequency.
“I believe that’s what gives you the ability to wake up each day knowing who you are,” says Bush. “It’s not actually a cognitive process - it’s a vibrational event. There’s an awareness of self and a coherence of memory of your body that’s held at the water structure and its resonance around the DNA strand.”
Dr Bush suggests the relationship between the water in our body and the vibrations of the universe may even be the explanation for how astrology works. “The stars and the position of our planet in regard to that massive nuclear event that we call the sun at the moment of our birth sets our water structure into a very specific vibration,” Bush explains, “and from that moment forward we receive all of the energetic information of the universe to the tune of that sacred geometry.”
What science is beginning to grapple with, and what the ancients always understood, and Salacia under this Scorpio Moon is beckoning us to remember, is that water is not just a drink or a resource - it IS source. And if water is Source, and every cell in our body holds water that remembers, then we are the very memory of God. Vessels of the divine. Keepers of the deep. Chalices of the sacred substance. Drops of the one water that has been moving through every living thing on this planet since the first ice-laden comet struck its surface billions of years ago.
We are not separate from source.
We are not looking for God.
We are not trying to reach something out there.
We are source, looking back at itself through these bodies made of water.
We are God, wearing a body.
We are the deep water, remembering.
The Remembering of the Scorpio Moon
While this week’s Scorpio Full Moon will be shining a light on things long hidden by exposing institutional secrets and dredging up darkness from the depths, it is also asking us to see who we are beneath these bodies. It is shining a light on the waters of the deep - ancient and sacred, holding every memory - and reminding us that everything the water is - every memory it holds, every vibration it carries, every divine origin it has travelled here from - we are too.
The sky this week is asking us to remember who we actually are.
We are not just bodies and minds.
We are not just bundles of trauma and inheritance and forgetting.
We are spirit manifest.
We are source, taking form.
We are the divine, dressed in water.
For most of the last several thousand years, we have lived under a spiritual orthodoxy that has told us God is elsewhere. That the sacred is somewhere we have to reach for, earn our way toward, be saved into. That we are fallen, separated, lesser, other. That our bodies are sinful, or distracting, or problems to be transcended. That divinity is something bestowed, not something we already are.
But under the sky this week - with Saturn and Neptune and Salacia at the threshold of a new cosmic cycle, with Pluto in Aquarius dismantling every structure that has held us in smallness, with Uranus newly in Gemini rewiring the way we think - we are being invited to consider a different possibility. That the divine is not elsewhere - not above us, or beyond us, or waiting to judge us - but the divine is the substance we are made of, and always have been.
This is not a new teaching. It is, in fact, one of the oldest teachings in the world.
The Vedic sages taught it.
The Christian mystics taught it.
The Sufi poets sang it.
Indigenous traditions across every continent have held it without interruption.
Tat tvam asi, the Upanishads say. Thou art that.
The kingdom of God is within you, said Jesus.
The drop and the ocean are not separate, said Rumi.
But somewhere along the way, in the machinery of empire and institution and centuries of patriarchal religion, that teaching got buried, and this Friday, under the light of the Scorpio Full Moon, the sky is shining directly on the place where the teaching was hidden.
We are being asked to dig it up and bring it to the surface. To remember that we are not small and we are not separate. To remember that the divinity we have been searching for is not somewhere we need to travel to, but something we have been carrying in the water of our bodies all along.
We are standing at the dawn of a new age - the opening of a cycle that will unfold across the rest of our lifetimes. Every major movement of the sky over the next two decades is pointing at the same thing - the sacralisation of the material, the return of the divine to the body, and the remembering that matter is sacred substance, and always has been, and water is at the centre of all of it.
This is what the sky is pointing at and what the full moon is lighting up.
Not just the remembering of water, but the remembering of who we actually are.
What we remember under this cycle, at this threshold, will shape the century that follows, and the new world that emerges from it. Under the light of this Scorpio Full Moon, the sky is asking us to remember, and then to begin.
My intention in my writing is to lessen the climate of fear around world events by offering clarity and cosmic context for what’s unfolding; to bring context to the chaos. I believe our highest calling right now is to anchor in the vibration of love & truth and call in a more beautiful world, and to do that, we must lean out of fear. I hope you read this with an open, uplifted heart.
Wow! Just Wow. 🙏❤️
Beautiful. So if I am sacred, divine....then so are you, and you, and you....