The Season of Scorpio the Great Malefic Transformer in Greek Astrology has come upon us. Watch the leaves fall, the Sun fall and even your eyelids fall sooner this time of year. This is when we get to rectify the final wound in our humanity, symbolized by the number XIII in the Kabbalistic Major Arcana. In the tarot this is the Death Card. This is my season, born November 8th, I am part of this archetype God/Goddess of The Underworld as are all Scorpions born October 23rd – November 21st.
The Giant Angels of our ego take their fall in this season only to become food for germinating bacteria and compost required for the impending Spring, which feels centuries away. Seeds planted, tended to and hibernated upon will eventually breathe a visible light to Spring for months at the next vernal equinox but for now, all we have is an ending of one sort or another. A closure and completion of the year before.
Recently I have embarked on a 7-month intense Training and Development program where I am being skilled in the art of listening. My requirement for the program is to take each moment of my entire life as a point of listening into the world I am living in. Through conversations with other people and sharing with them, I have a real sense of what they are going through and empathy for another person’s Soul journey. This is also indicative of Scorpio as her zodiac sign means union, merging and blending with another. One can only know who one is by interacting with others.
Scorpio is the image of the transcending Phoenix, a mythical bird symbol represented by the middle world. November reminds me of middle school years, the forgotten years. Scary, confusing, uncertain, our steps are alive and uncomfortably rich with a statement of who we are yet to be.
My suggestion to all my Scorpio friends is to get out in the glorious color spectrum of Fall. Feel the crisp flavor and scents of juniper bushes and mossy oaks in the air. Peddle your bike or climb your mountain, enliven your strength with rooted vegetables, seasonal and occasional meats such as wild turkey, or wild Salmon and always include a dab of cinnamon in your tea.
This is it, your final preparation for winter and a time to slow into home and hearth is here.
My intention with sharing my story is to create an opening for women to rise and be free from the patriarchal conditioning that many of us have grown up with regarding money and sex. I believe this freedom opens the possibility for happier marriages, healthier families, satisfying work environments and all-around personal development. In short it would be good for everybody. With 50% of marriages failing in the first 3 years due to money fights, 28% of woman suffering from deep anxiety over money and survival, and an even higher number ill prepared for retirement this is a conversation worth having.
Born in 1966 I grew up when female independence was more of an aspiration than a reality. In those times equal pay, career advancement and business ownership were being fought for along with birth control pills and active duty in the military. It was not the standard yet and had a long way to go.
As a little girl I was entrained in the romantic idea that some man was going to take care of me. In my family that man was my father. This was both a blessing and a curse. Throughout my life I felt I always had someone to rely on. At the same time this support allowed me to become less developed in the area of self-reliance and independence. At a time when society was beginning to encourage women to be independent my family was living in an old paradigm.
Dad worked for the space industry as a nuclear engineer. He was also a Colonel in the army and day trader of stocks. Mom never balanced a checkbook in her life. Dad kept her in the dark about money and she didn’t seem to mind. There was a lot of manipulation around money. My mom trained me to look good, be sexy and attract material possessions. This was a sign of status.
I left home when I was 16 years old. I worked hard my whole life for money, yet I always lived beyond my means. I owned a house but couldn’t afford the maintenance. I was a single mom teaching yoga. There was never enough money it seemed. Deep down inside I felt unequipped and incapable of expanding my worth in my field. I found myself relying on my Dad for support all while dreaming to find some man to come into my life and take care of me. I fell in and out of love. I crashed, I burned, I got resigned, I got sick, I got lazy. I withdrew to heal and reinvent myself. When I ventured back out into the world, I started dancing tango. That’s when I met my husband-to-be. Each of us were at low points in our lives when we met but somehow, we stayed together through the ups and downs and eventually got married.
When we met, I was still living with a deep fear that if I don’t have money I will die. Money is my inspiration. I’ve been entitled with the support of my Dad and poor at the same time. The support started to feel more like a trap than a source of freedom.
I was wary about my financial future. My lack of trust in my financial capabilities caused me to bring into question a female’s primal urge to get with a man who is going to increase her worth. This became the central inquiry of my life.
Dad got sick in the summer of 2016. We were told the news of his imminent death a few months after Peter and I got married. Dad died New Year’s Eve 2016 while I slept by his bed. All the financial help I had been receiving stopped. The time to reconcile my Money Story had come.
The slow suicide of negative thoughts and emotions I had been putting myself through got worse. I injured my hip and could not move forward because walking was difficult. My marriage suffered as well. I projected my pain on to my husband which caused sex to stop, intimacy stopped, adventure and enjoying each other became rare occurrences. My money started dwindling. The feeling of being trapped grew stronger. Guidance was needed on how to disappear my money trap. When you sweep important relationships under the carpet, such as one’s relationship to money, then you decide to change the carpet you are walking on, you become faced with a lot of stuff underneath which needs to be cleaned up. This was the situation I was faced with as my inquiry continued.
I had to create a new environment for myself in order to move through this, so I went into partnership with my husband on a house about 45 miles South of the big city of San Francisco. After much soul-searching I moved from my home of 25 years in Applegate which sold February 2018.
The inquiry was painful. The demons came out. Historical memories of family fights over money, threats that if we didn’t behave, we would be taken out of the will. Dad acted poor and mom acted wealthy. Do we, or don’t we have money was how things occurred to me. A dichotomy.
Then one day the big highlight moment hit me like a ton of bricks. I realized how my sexuality was tied to my money story. What I thought was sexual freedom began to feel more like prostituting myself to get my needs met. I could see that this way of being was influenced by family, ancestral, and cultural conditioning.
Mom and Dad had vulgar language and fights often over money. Money was used as a physical, mental and emotional weapon. I assumed that they believed a woman’s purpose in life was to use sex to get money. This caused a great tear in my heart. Our culture promotes this too, in the media, in the workplace. I had a deep-seated belief that money was power and would solve my problems, but it was so darn hard to get! It was this habitual way of thinking about money that created the stories I held tightly in my head. I realized I didn’t want to follow this path, so I set out to clear the dichotomy. My awareness about my relationship to money expanded the more proactive and responsible I became.
I took the stories about money out of my head and got straight with them on paper. To make it real and to transform my negative thoughts about what money means to me I had to change my conversations about money; with my husband, my clients, my family. I took responsibility for every penny earned and every penny spent. My debts were self-imposed by me and only me.
When I realized my attitude toward money dictated how money occurred to me, I saw that I had more power than I thought. I have the power to have integrity with the promises I’ve made regarding money. I can honor the relationships I have with banks, creditors, clients, and wherever there is a money exchange. I began nurturing these relationships with love and healing. I made a game out of money by seeing how I could bring money into existence with my words. I began to speak FOR money rather that AGAINST it. I empowered others to have positive conversations regarding money and process disempowering conversations with skilled mentors, coaches and friends.
By far the most lasting effects are between me and my husband. I no longer hold him responsible for my money story. We create together as we each hold the handle of our own money bucket. The ground we walk on together has been swept and cleaned. Together we are prepared to lay down that new carpet free of unwanted dust and particles underneath. Now there is space for real connection and unadulterated love.
Have you ever felt called to a place, a specific longitude and latitude on planet earth? Your own personal spot? That is what happened to me one day while planning my long-awaited family vacation. The vacation of a lifetime; expansive, adventuress, healing and educational: Sardinia, a land of ancient Wisdom Keepers called me to her land! The ancient Megalithic structures, Centenarians and the transparent healing waters resonated with everything I am about. Trusting my intuition, I booked the flight for the family vacation.
Sardinia is 1 of 4 of the most ancient islands on planet earth, whose tectonic plates are protected from earthquakes. This Island exists off the west coast of Southern Italy. A place less influenced by any single culture, rather multiple cultures are part of the fabric, Sardinia is home to the Sardinians. It’s an ancient culture with fewer episodes of war and conquerors than other lands of the Mediterranean. The lifestyle is close to the land, has a relaxed pace and a strong family value system.
Sardinia is considered a Blue Zone Island by some researchers, with more Centenarians per capita than other regions of the world. Its population density is low and the land is vast with rugged mountain ranges floating in a sea of transparent blue water, a grounding force of health and longevity.
In ancient times the land was rich with silver, so much so that the surface appeared to glow in some areas. What a sight it must have been for the early explorers when they came across this shiny Island. Sardinia means Sandal and is considered to have been made from the footprint of a Giant. She is home to some of the oldest megalithic structures known to man, Giants' Graves, Holy Wells, Nuraghi Temples, Towers and even Pyramids are everywhere on this island and are all perfectly aligned to Astronomical phenomena such as the Summer Solstice, the Equinoxes, the Big Dipper and the moon. The Sardinians believed in the Hermetic principle of “As above so below.” The ancient architecture reflects this connection between the cosmos and terrestrial life.
Researchers who are interested in Sardinia are skilled in archeology, astronomy, megalithic language of the stones, water and conductivity, architecture, resonance, astrology, and the healing powers of plants. Many researchers are examining Sardinia for its possible connections to Atlantis.
What prompts a pilgrimage and what causes a calling?
What sparks the direction of a journey?
For me it was family, heritage, curiosity and dreams. I followed a feeling and it led me to bliss, to connection, and spiritual cleansing for me and my family in body, mind and spirit.
Love amplified us all and left a residue of inspiration and light. I can honestly say, my kids, my husband and I highly recommend this shiny Island Sardinia, the footprint of a Giant floating in a sea of transparent water.
To put in or take out? Honestly, do we really need a supplement in order to detox, or a vitamin or mineral for what we are lacking? Don’t get me wrong I use them sometimes as well. But why not try this when going on a "get healthy kick." See what you can take out rather than what you can put in.
I have worked with hundreds of people and have personal experience. It really is not good for the body to take in too many herbs, oils, or powders unless the proper lifestyle is in place already. Transformation will only be painful and temporary. Detoxing the blood, the intestines, burning fat is a process that needs a continual healthy environment to support the desired outcome.
Next time you consider purchasing a cleanse or taking a supplement ask yourself first, “What can I give up or fast from in order to be healthier?” Get off coffee for thirty days and notice the transformation when your adrenal glands aren’t being saturated by caffeine. Maybe you go without salt, oil or sugar for a week and enjoy a fresh new palate. Take out processed food and see how your belly gets smaller and your skin gets brighter. Sometimes I wonder if we just want to fill a void. After all we are programmed to be consumers.
Put more water into those areas where you take things out. Every time when faced with putting in or taking out, have a glass of water, take a breath, and put your mind on something else. If that doesn’t work do it again. Stay with it and I promise the effects will be lasting.
My Irish Heritage
Growing up in Southern California I would love to sit on our front lawn and scour the grass for four-leaf clovers. I was sure that I would someday find one of these gems because Dad said I had the luck of the Irish. I never did find the four-leaf clover, but I did find a deep connection to my heritage in the eyes of my Dad. He was a second-generation Irishman who grew up in Boston. His Grandmother came from Ireland to the shores of Boston Massachusetts in July of 1872.
My great grandmother was from a remote region of Munster, Ireland’s southwestern province of Cork and Kerry and the boggy highlands of Limerick. Cork was considered “the rebel city” with many Irish outlaws who fought against their British rulers. They practiced Catholicism and aimed to preserve a distinct culture of Gaelic language, literature, song, and dance. My ancestors most likely were into potato farming and dairying. This must be where I get my strong bones.
I remember my mom making corned beef and cabbage every Saint Patrick’s Day for my Dad and at the dinner table he would educate us in the importance of Erin go Bragh. I never really understood what he meant until I traveled to Ireland and gathered my own allegiance to my heritage, the Celts and the powerful warrior woman of ancient times.
On this day I remember and honor my Dad, his mother and my great grandmother Mary. I am blessed with Irish wisdom, a rebellious and tenacious nature and mystical abilities of my Celtic ancestors. With loyalty and affection, I want to express “Erin go Bragh” Ireland forever.
Karen Barbarick-Collins is a Certified Ayurvedic Technician and Registered Yoga Alliance Teacher. She is the founder of Bending Blade Healing Arts.