Just as I was thinking how benevolent and simple this Retro-Venus in not just Scorpio but the Via Combusta is, I get stung. It’s venomous. This post is set to members only as I don’t want hostile optics on it LOL.
Up until now, my Retro-Venusian vibe has been kind of cool; re-thinking skincare and getting a lot of really beautiful affirmations from you people, thank you!
But then the Retro-Venusian Venom attack: an ex-lover induced zombie episode. It came via Facebook. Somehow, its satanic mill of an algorithm spewed up The Uranian as a person I “might know.” I don’t even use my personal Facebook, it opened by mistake.
A few of you may recall that he was a Triple Aquarius/Moon-Uranus in Libra beautiful nightmare of a Uranus Venus-Sun transit romance I had about eight years ago*. He was actually a Bolshevik who thought that climate change concerns were a conspiracy to stop the Third World workers gaining power and an early-adopter of being anti-Facebook. He hated all social media as much as he loved Brutalist architecture, Fassbinder movies and – the reason we broke up – drugs. It began with a lightning bolt of high-vibe Uranian connection and chemistry but petered out over months of banality.
So I was surprised to see him not only alive but on Facebook and still looking eerily good. And for various reasons I won’t go into here, it felt kind of triggering to see his leering mug on my Mac screen. What I should have done: ticked Facebook’s “no way, fuq off” option and quit out of it, gone to meditate or walk the dog or something. Maybe journal out my complex emotions. What I did: obtained some naff lollies and quietly emotionally ate as I perused his profile, quietly cussing at the people I knew who were FB friends with him and (insanely) noting the women on his friends’ list who were what my daughter calls THOTs.
Worse, I even had some sort of limbic-hormonal trigger to invite him over. And the whole time this voice in my mind is like, “get off the internet” and “this is not your higher self – hell, it’s not even your medium level self.”
But this sting of Retro-Venusian venom bought up so much. Usually, when you have some kind of a break-up or leave a dysfunctional break-up, you focus on just getting the hell out of there and reforming your routine, without them in it. You keep it together. There are certain emotions and insights that you put in a secret vault for later. And Retro-Venus in the Via Combusta is, I guess, later.
Anyway, I have devised a Retro-Venusian cure-all. I have booked an infrared sauna session and I am going to set it to super-Warp-Core intensity, play an appropriate soundtrack and sweat the emotions/memories/psychic residue out, consciously thinking and feeling through the complexities, no denial, no automatic ‘story’. It’s not just about him as such. I am sure many of you can relate to this: it’s about wondering who the fuq were you in that relationship?
Any suggestions for a soundtrack for this? I don’t want whales, tinkling bells or monks chanting. And, has anyone else been stung with the Retro-Venusian venom?
*AKA the last Venus Retrograde in Scorpio.
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