This is what a Scorpio Full Moon looks like when no one is watching your throat. Ch 4 was the surgery. Ch 5 was the exit. This is Ch 8: The Build. This is what it looks like when you’re no longer bleeding.

The Ritual

A room. 11:11 AM. Solo. Salt on the windowsill. Water on the altar. Reiki over the throat they tried to own.Scorpio rules death and rebirth. So I let the old version die. On purpose.

The Feast

Ritual ends. The body asks for salt, for heat. 11:11 AM. Egg thosai, hot off the tawa. Crisp edges. I eat with both hands. No one to audit my plate. No one to comment on my body. This is healing through food. This is Proof of Life.

The Verdict

Scorpio took my willingness to be small. I don’t explain my rituals. I don’t justify my plate. I don’t send updates to people who bankrupted my nervous system.

Revenge is a life so good they have to watch it. This is the photo they don’t get to be in.If you’re still in Ch 4, keep going.

The surgery is brutal. The exit is real. When you’re ready, Life After is here. We leave the light on.This is Proof of Life. Filed under Life After.