Venus in Pisces knows deeply the cause of the snake swallowing her own tail. She is the embodiment of unconditional love, of the death-and-rebirth cyclical nature of healing, of Love itself.
Whatever you do, don’t surrender!
Consent isn’t about being in charge all the time, it’s about choice.
I don’t know about you, but I have a defiant kink. A simple example: I can only sleep in when I’m expected to wake up early for something. A part of me needs to rebel.
So when it comes to surrender, I also need to be able to reject it entirely. It’s the only way my spiritual practice and relationships can feel authentic and effective. (scroll down if you want a bonus intimacy exercise for sensitive healers who are obsessed with death, love and authenticity.)
Blessings for the New Moon and Lunar New Year in Aquarius! To celebrate this and the Year of the Snake, I’m offering a free loud in our silence Kundalini Shakti Defiant Meditation and Writing class TODAY for our community, Thursday at 10am PST. Register to join us here. No recording today, but you can also sign up for next Thursday (recorded) for our monthly free community fire of intimacy class here.
With Venus direct in Pisces, it's the perfect time to go inward, gather your boundaries, and fill yourself with love. Take a moment in the next few days to listen to this new episode of Mother of the Sword with our friend and Body Temple Community member, artist and astrologer Sydney Paige, who just joined us on our Goddess Pilgrimage in India. We’re celebrating them for embarking on such an intense and wild journey with us!
We have just five more days of Venus exalted in Pisces, a time to experience the depths of relational healing—often by feeling it to heal it! (Womp womp, hurray!)
“I don’t write poetry that has punchlines. I write poetry that breaks your heart. Poetry that asks you to feel the pain, because the only way out is through. And you only heal the pain you feel. My poetry begs you to heal.” – @scar_poetry
Surrender is necessary, but it also triggers us the most. So what if we just stop trying to surrender? Pisces is also the void, the Sacred Unknown. So what if you don’t even know you “need to surrender”? What then?
What happens next? What do you notice? What if it’s more of a natural process than a religious commandment, free from the abusive systems that taught us what to believe? What if, yes, it’s painful, but also far more exhilarating to be alive, than to remain numb and in service to systems we no longer believe in?
In relationships, love requires us to dance with that subtlety—to sense where we need to lean in and where we need to step back. It’s a balance of nurturing, surrendering, and letting go. It’s also about learning to read the energy of love—not just through our attachment patterns, but through the ever-changing landscape of connection itself.
Don’t let the way the oppressor lives in your body—those signals of stress, anxiety, despair, and hopelessness—win. Yes, you must feel it to heal it, but you must also rise up and prove that bitch wrong by choosing something else. Do NOT consent to systems of domination and control you never had a say in. Do NOT consent to the lie that death is the end, or allow any pattern of control to stop you from being your truest self.
My Venus in Pisces placement has gifted me with the deep knowing that love is not bound to any one person, place, or time. Love is an energy that flows through us, through everything we touch. As we heal attachment wounds, we realize love is not something we can control or hold tightly to. It is something we must allow to flow freely. It is the energy that connects us to others, to nature, and to the vast, expansive web of life itself.
If you’ve been in that place of deep wound before, let yourself climb out of that hole faster than you did last time. That’s progress, and only you can claim the truth of it within. No words, no teachings, no external wisdom can do that inner alchemy for you. The fear is offering you pieces of yourself to love—that’s its gift. Boundaries = Love. Don’t forget this.
Do not surrender to the systems inside that seek to manipulate and silence your soul. Awakening is not about grasping or forcing your way; it’s about unraveling and unlearning the behaviors that harm us, that stand in the way of love. It may feel like the death of parts of you that have only ever known a certain pattern or story. But so what? Did you not come here to learn how to dance with the dead?
You’ve felt it before, perhaps in a heartbreak, the death of a parent, or in sudden, unexpected loss. These weren’t just tragic events—they were invitations. But that choice, that courage, is yours alone to make.
With the dark goddess who pulls us into her endless embrace—who exiles nothing, who holds everything—you can’t fake it. You must dive deeper, until you meet Her Love face-to-face. There is no blind faith here, only the love of a community that carries us from shame into the next layers of soul we were born to create.
As Venus revels in Pisces for a few more days, we tap into the power of sacred sexuality. Our abandonment wounds are soothed as we reclaim the oracular arts in relationship to love, to our body, and beyond. To honor our inner knowing that love and sex are deeply—and wildly—spiritual.
Our hearts break open when we learn to stop ignoring the paradoxes. We are never, and always, alone. We will die alone, yet surrounded by all those who walked before us. We will love in ways that hurt, but we came to learn who and what we came to be. We are already free—we just forgot (for good reasons not worth all our time and attention…)
PS: Join us in Ojai for a Womb Healing & Sacred Embodiment Retreat March 7-9th, and in the South of France for the Magdalene Black Madonna Mad Love Womb & Writing Pilgrimage + 25 hr Training April 24-28th.
My favorite ritual for releasing anxious attachment and welcoming authentic relating, radical intimacy, wild eros, and manifesting love:
As a Venus in Pisces slt for God, I say: Die into Love. Yoga isn’t just about getting what you want—it’s about liberation, love, and letting go. It destroys and sustains as much as it creates. This is the heart of embodiment and Tantra (beware). Let me explain…
Cover yourself in sacred ash (or imagine if you don’t have any) and create a circle with rose petals.
Invite your inner children to rest in the arms of their safe, loving sisters, and welcome the fierce forms of the Goddess into your circle.
Hold a pillow and lie down comfortably—on your belly or back. Ask Spirit, your ancestors, and guides for a song, and play it.
Imagine dying for the entire song—consciously release all attachments, temporarily, to everything you love: your body, your spirit, and all that surrounds you. Let it slowly return to the Earth and the cosmos.
Feel your emotions without judgment, including fear, resistance, and anger. Welcome in the unexpected.
Offer it all to Divine Love and collective liberation, for the good of all beings.
When the song ends, rise. Look around to remind your body where it is, and that it’s safe. Tell your loved ones—both inside and out—how much you appreciate them.
Repeat this regularly to clear the cobwebs of unconscious relational patterns. Seek other lovers who have that wild light in their eyes…
Bonus for Good Girl/Boy/Starchild points: Do this with your lover(s). Be brave. Be BOLD.
My Prayers Are Not My Own
My prayers are screaming women—
eyes bulged, unafraid of your mind.
Hot tears streak soft cheeks,
gut moans, throat wails,
hair pulled, souls ignited by
a consensual spanking–
return to aliveness.
These prayers are not for me;
they are for innocence,
for relief from insanity—
the torture, the ignorance,
the hopelessness that clenches
us together in her teeth.
War crimes in Palestine,
tell me the truth you see.
This ache bears no requirements,
leans toward the love
that sustains, remains.
Oh, these dark times—
the crackling and cackling of a heart
needs no degree, no certification,
no perfect offering.
To gather with others who ache,
who create in the face of murder,
who dream of other endings:
to genocide, ecocide, femicide.
She, who rages blind,
knows release is love—
that numbness; a non-negotiable
invitation into now.
My prayers are not my own.
“Do not stay
where the oppressors want us!”
she screams into a mic,
still receptive to love.
We lay down,
we wrestle,
we push back,
we pull it together until
there is nothing left.
And when there is nothing left,
anciently exhausted,
we weep like trees
and remember
how deeply we have always received–
life.
We turn all the way around
to face new Gods—
the ones who welcome change.
She who lives wild,
as Rumi says,
“as fierce as the lion and tender as the evening star.”
They who know hate,
but choose love.
These colonial, capitalistic conditions
are not done.
The possession of fear persists.
Shame on this world
for not protecting innocence.
Shame on us
for dying so slowly.
Can we sit in the distance between us?
Be with the ache?
Take shame back to the church,
leave it on their altar?
Can you stop consuming
for the sake of creating—
in a world that asks you to turn
toward beauty and sadness alike,
to truly live?
The soul descends.
If your lonely heart
has nowhere to turn,
let it turn inside itself,
until pain grows so large
the conditioning bursts—
into a flood, into a billion suns,
ringing the bells
that sing, "you have never been alone."
And though we all hurt,
some humans
are here to help.
My prayers are not my own.
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