A cozy, feral look at the waning week's weird-ass magic of emo composting & Mercury's bullshit

“I’ve never seen any life transformation that didn’t begin with the person in question finally getting tired of their own nonsense.” – Elizabeth Gilbert

Just yesterday, I decided to do a quick scroll through my photo archive to find a few snaps with my parents for a Christmas surprise I’m putting together. Obviously, that “quick scroll” through the last decade of my life in pictures turned into an archaeological dig through bad fashion & love interest choices and a whole heap of emotional baggage.

There I was in a sharp V-neck glittery shirt from 2016, pointing and laughing at a blurry photo of the toxic, fuzzy result of us “postponing” washing the slow cooker. The decade-older me was not entertained. “Who even was I?”

By the time I stumbled on screenshots of old WhatsApp boyfriend dramas I’d clearly saved to dissect with friends, I realized this wasn’t about cozy memories with my parents at all. Scorpio season had turned my digital album into a shadow work séance.

And that’s exactly the place we find ourselves in this coming week.

We are deep in the psychic bog of Scorpio season, that annual emotional detox where everyone’s patience, filters and boundaries are wearing thin. And astrologically speaking, we’re in what I like to call the twilight between tides.. the liminal slump between the Taurus Full Moon, which bulldozed our illusions about security, comfort & self-worth - and the Scorpio New Moon, the upcoming spiritual exorcism that will pry our fingers off everything we’re still clutching for control.

This phase of the lunar cycle, the waning moon is the compost heap of the cosmos.
It’s the time when things rot down into something useful. It’s a Scorpionic type of medicine:

“Sit with your demons, acknowledge your part in the chaos and let the dead things decompose properly.”

Because you can’t be reborn until you’ve actually, properly, died a little.

The astrology of the week plays this out almost too perfectly:

• Monday: The Moon cuddles up with Jupiter in Cancer.. an emo bath overflows, but this time, there’s no water damage! What comes rushing in is a lukewarm comfort, validation & fortress-building feels. You might think something like: “Finally, I’m safe.”
• Tuesday: Immediately after, we take that cozy reassurance and go full Leo drama through operatic gestures, telenovela declarations, performative “truth bombs” and emotional karaoke in front of the mirror.
• Thursday: Enter the chaos. Mercury retrograde joins Mars in a messy square to the Virgo Moon, creating the astro equivalent of accidentally hitting “Reply All” on your existential crisis. A forensic light aimed at validity of our connections, your mother’s implied but deadly criticism of your life choices in overdrive.
• Weekend: The hangover. A brain fog so dense it feels like someone put your consciousness in a blender…until, out of nowhere, a laser beam of clarity cuts through. A single conversation or idea flips the whole narrative.

So no, this isn’t a “get shit done” week.
It’s a “stop pretending and start composting” week.
Let the old expectations, stale relationships and outdated versions of you rot with purpose.

Something strange and wonderful is ready to be reborn from the muck come Scorpio New Moon.

Because what looks like decay right now?
That’s just your next evolution germinating in the dark.

💀 A Day-by-Day Autopsy of the Rot

🛁 Monday, Nov 10: The Emotional Megaflood You Actually Want

The week kicks off with the Moon, in its cozy-as-fuck home sign of Cancer, landing directly on top of a nuclear-powered, exalted Jupiter. Feels overspill, but here’s the plot twist: it’s a good hearty nourishing emo soup. This combo is trining both Saturn (structure) and Neptune (spirituality) in Pisces and sextiling Uranus (innovation) in Taurus.

This feels like your tough-as-nails, emotionally repressed Polish grandmother (Cancer Moon) suddenly winning the lottery (Jupiter) and deciding, out of the blue, to pay off your student loans (trine Saturn), tell you she’s proud of your weird-ass art (trine Neptune) and buy you a goddamn Tesla (sextile Uranus)…which you’ll obviously sell and use the proceeds to fund a local food bank, because that is what we must do with fascists vehicles.

It’s an overwhelming, almost uncomfortable amount of support, healing and luck. But you know what, about fucking time. Lap it up!!! Be greedy with it!

The Truth Serum: Your “soft power” is your greatest weapon today. Stop trying to be a hard-ass. Your vulnerability is your fucking superpower. Write those messages of support to people you normally only show your sarcastic face to, and maybe weep a little at the unexpected reply.

🎙️ Tuesday, Nov 11: Your Inner Drama Queen Hijacks the Mic

The Moon swaggers into Leo, immediately demanding a stage, an audience, a round of applause. Today, it forms an easy, flowing trine to the most chaotic duo in the sky: Mercury Retrograde and Mars, both in loud-mouthed, “act first, explain later” Sagittarius.

Mars in Sag is the philosopher-king who will die on that hill. Mercury Rx in Sag is the guy who “speaks his truth” without checking a single goddamn fact. So, kind of all of us in this new ‘facts are optional’ global narrative.

This trine is performative truth-telling. It’s your friend who, after two spicy margaritas, gets on the karaoke stage (Leo Moon) and instead of singing, delivers an impromptu, 45-minute monologue about the “meaning of life” (Sag) that’s really just a badly articulated rant about their ex (Mercury Rx), topping it up with flashing their boobs, Marvellous Misses Maisel style.

Because it’s a trine, it feels so good and so right to do this. You’ll probably glide through the day under a self-inflicted glamour spell feeling charismatic, powerful, deeply insightful. You are, in fact, being a fucking menace. I love that for you!

The Truth Serum: Just because you say it loud and with passion doesn’t make it true. Your ego (Leo) is using your ideology (Sag) as a stage prop. Put the mic down. DO not post your manifesto. Instead of preaching, try listening. Radical!

🎭 Wednesday, Nov 12: The Crisis of Main Character Energy

This is the hangover from yesterday’s performance. Today brings the Last Quarter Moon, which is always a “crisis in consciousness”. The dramatic “look at me!” Leo Moon is in a hard square to the deep, secretive “I know your trauma and I fucking like it” Scorpio Sun. This is a direct conflict between what is seen and what is hidden.

This is the “oh shit” moment when you realize your entire public persona, your creative “brand” or your carefully curated Instagram feed is built on a foundation of pure, unadulterated bullshit = aka any given social media feed.

It’s Kendall Roy’s birthday party in Succession..the most epic, expensive, performative display of “I AM THE KING” energy (Leo Moon) that is, in reality, covering a pit of psychic death, trauma, utter powerlessness (Scorpio Sun).

The Truth Serum: Are you actually happy or are you just putting on a really, really good show for everyone? The universe is asking you to check your own receipts. The mirror is cracked and it’s not showing you anything worth paying attention to. Crack it some more and look at what’s behind it. Don’t flinch!

⚡ Thursday, Nov 13: The Debate Club Is Nuked

Alright, this is it. The main event. Mercury Retrograde finally makes its exact conjunction with Mars in Sagittarius. This alone is the premier transit for chaotic, impulsive, self-righteous, philosophical arguments.

It’s “shooting an arrow and not caring where it lands”. It’s “we’ll round up everyone and feed them to alligators, because at least some of them would have been criminals, right?”. It’s the “truth” without tact, facts or a filter. This is a “we’ll blame democrats for famine, starve people until they riot & use those riots as an excuse to impose a martial law and no more elections, long live the king” rotten game.

Now, to make things truly shitty, the Moon has moved into anxious, overly critical, perfectionist Virgo... and it is in a hard square to BOTH of them.

This is a war between two totally different kinds of assholes. It’s the “big picture” self-righteous blowhard (Sag) versus the “detail-oriented” micromanaging ‘well, actually’ guy (Virgo). No one wins here.

This is you trying to “helpfully” (Virgo) point out a typo (Virgo) in your uncle’s 10-page, unhinged political rant on Facebook (Sag). This is him responding with a nuclear-level “truth bomb” about your entire life philosophy. This is getting into a screaming match with your partner about the “correct” way to load the dishwasher (Virgo) that somehow spirals into a vicious debate about the failures of monogamy and the nature of God (Sag).

The Truth Serum: DO. NOT. SEND. THE. TEXT. Do not “fix” it. Do not “speak your truth.” That is your truth serum. Everyone’s words are weapons today and everyone is a shitty, shitty shot. Take cover!

🧹 Friday, Nov 14: The Functional Hangover

After yesterday’s psychic warfare, the cosmos throws us a bone. The Scorpio Sun (with its X-ray vision) forms a productive, helpful sextile to the Virgo Moon (with its love of lists). You wake up, survey the emotional wreckage from Thursday..and instead of spiraling, you just... start cleaning.

This is “rage-cleaning” as a form of therapy. It’s using your deep, investigative Scorpio energy to finally tackle that one Virgo-level task you’ve been avoiding.

Think: finally doing your taxes, organizing your “doom pile” of clothes (or old emotionally heavy but somewhat also affirming pictures), or writing the world’s most precise, cutting (but polite) email that finally ends a toxic contract.

The Truth Serum: Order. You need it. Use your shadow-self (Scorpio) to fix your real-world shit (Virgo). It’s deeply, deeply satisfying.

🧠 Saturday, Nov 15: Brain Fog To Sudden Genius To Power To The People

This day is a fucking novel. It comes in two parts.

• The Morning: The Virgo Moon opposes both Saturn (hard reality, depression) and Neptune (fog, delusion) in Pisces. This is peak “what the fuck is real?” energy. You are paralyzed by anxiety, illusion, harsh limits. It’s like trying to navigate a dense fog (Neptune) while a cop (Saturn) is tailgating you and your GPS (Virgo Moon) is screaming about a million tiny, irrelevant street-cleaning rules. You just want to give up. Then BAM. The Moon hits a perfect trine to Uranus (genius, breakthrough). A “holy shit” moment of clarity cuts through the mist like a laser.
• The Afternoon/Evening: The fog clears. The Moon slides into diplomatic, harmonious Libra and immediately forms a glorious trine with Pluto in Aquarius. You’re at a party (Libra Moon). You look across the room at your “friend” group (Pluto in Aquarius) and - with the calm, detached, intellectual clarity of a sociopath, you suddenly see the entire toxic power dynamic. You see who the energy vampire is. There’s no anger, no drama. Just a cold, clean, liberating knowing.

The Truth Serum: The morning’s confusion is the fertilizer for the afternoon’s genius. The evening’s social clarity is permanent. Do not un-see it.

🧼 Sunday, Nov 16: Cleaning Up the Mess With Style

The week ends on a smooth note. The charming, diplomatic Libra Moon forms a helpful sextile to the still-wild, fiery Mars in Sagittarius. This is your “apology tour” for whatever dumb “truthful” shit you said on Thursday. But you’re not really apologizing, are you? No. You’re using your Libra charm to re-frame your chaotic truth-bomb (Mars/Sag) as a brilliant philosophical insight.

It’s smoothing things over, but on your terms. It’s flirting, it’s high-minded intellectual debate, it’s making your big, feral idea sound so good that everyone agrees with you.

The Truth Serum: Your truth (Sag) is always more easily swallowed when you serve it with a little sugar (Libra).

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The veil is thin and beckoning us to turn inwards, to pull up shadows for annual review.

But even deep within the Scorpio Season, shadow work doesn’t have to be brutal & dissecting. Over here, we do it cozy, we keep it sacred, we breathe through it & heal.

Perfect potent ritual for any time during the season and for Scorpio New Moon, my guided meditation journey aims to confront & release old fears, to craft a protective energetic chrysalis for a powerful renewal!

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