I am in love with essence. I am thinking that a person’s essence is like a kind of theater. It sparkles. It is a reality of its own that one could be absorbed in, suspending all other vision of reality in its light. Then meeting another is the process of sharing a theater. There is an image that comes to mind of a person wearing a trench coat, and this is their cultivated, public identity – or an outer identity that is tame in some way. There is nothing wrong with it. It’s just a shell. We are constantly negotiating the shell versus the inner and how aligned or not they are. The inner-world theater desires an outer expression and this changes the exterior. Whenever I am speaking with someone and I feel that we are engaging inner-theater to inner-theater, I feel captivated. What a pleasure, to meet in this way. Two windows sliding past one another that open at the same time. A bright Sun. Whenever we are hidden or playing normal, the Sun is just below the horizon. I want to say I don’t know why we do this, and even so, flowers close up in the absence of the Sun only to open up again when they sense the warmth. The opening and the closing is just part of it all. It’s just that I want to choose open, more often that not. To close for privacy and rejuvenation, but not for fear. For the love of essence to hold more sway.
This Neptunian transmission is brought to you under the influence of the Dark Moon, the Sun in Scorpio sextiling Pluto in Capricorn, and Mercury in Scorpio trining Neptune in Pisces.
(Image: Allure 1991)