The New Moon in Fixed Water opposed Algol on the 20th November 2025 at 06:47 am
And there she stood – regal, refined, the embodiment of enterprise and success, commanding, calm, engaging, inspiring and admired by many…
Yet known by none, Fuinneamh stood as a lonely figure at the edge of her life, wondering when it stopped belonging to her. Sure everything looks fine from the outside, the house, the career, the Duchene smile that fits neatly into photographs.
But beneath it all, she couldn’t escape that dull ache around her heart or that humming restlessness behind her ribs. Busyness has its virtues, as it distracted her from the Truth. After all, when the noise falls away, that silence opens like a wound. It is within that stillness, usually late at night, that grief rises, the kind she thought had been laid to rest years ago, the loss she never truly faced. Pressing up from beneath the surface: the limerence of the not-to-be lover; the shame of a parent whose own pain screamed through the absence, the passivity and the indifference; the guilt of feeling like an imposter; and the frustrations of not being able to truly live the creative path she longed for. Yes the private tears had come behind closed doors. Yes the ink had long dried on yellowed parchment. And yes, the analysis has given her an understanding of why this wall had been erected. But…
And then it began.
A strange heat. Warmth floods her ribs, spilling down her arms and into her belly. Memories cascade along this river, unbidden yet now freely roaming as wild horses.
Heat, like molten light curling around bone and sinew, alive and hungry, winds its way up through her. Familiar, yet unknown; she shivers from her body remembering itself in its most primal form – fire.
Unsure if she is falling ill, the air seems thicker, charged. Her skin tingling; her spine humming, this energy winds upward like a living thing, her body no longer feeling as it is hers. Catching her breath, deep and ragged, she draws the air in deeply, as if inhaling the very essence of the universe, pulling her into a tide she cannot resist. Every nerve hums. Every cell vibrates. Feeling like she is unraveling, yet somehow, she feels more whole than she have ever been.,
She can feel her heart lift, then shatter, then lift again, an ecstatic shudder that makes her feel impossibly alive. Pleasure and fear spiral together, inseparable, as if the body itself is laughing and weeping at the same time. She wants to surrender, yet she is terrified of what might happen if she does. After all there is too much stored inside to let out…
She can feel something coil and writhe, rising through her, as she trembles and soars. Energy shoots through her like liquid lightning, burning and tingling and pulsing, twisting around each vertebra like a serpent of light.
Is this madness? Or is it something holy?
Her throat constricts and opens; her chest pounds; her heart races. Thoughts scatter. Memories rise like smoke, grief, joy, longing, terror.
The room swirls with colour: molten gold, violet sparks, green flames that flicker in the corners. Tiny lights, delicate wings, flicker past her eyes, whispering, circling, blessing. She sense them brushing against her skin. Drenched in heat, in energy, in something that feels like pure life, it rises higher – her forehead, her crown. White light pierces through her skull, floods her mind.
Weightless, trembling, dissolved, a presence hovers, a knowing, a gaze, a hand on her soul as she weeps rivers of light from her two oceans.
Am I dying? She speaks quietly to the Presence.
Silence. Deafening silence. But the journey continues, the fire has not dwindled, the current inside her constantly moving, bursting through her chest, as she feels herself both expanding and unravelling, the boundaries between her body and the world blurring. Memories, emotions, and desires unravel, surfacing and dissolving like stardust in a cosmic wind. Every ounce of sorrow, fear, shame and guilt she has ever carried is irradiated by the liquid light.
Rushing past her chest, into her throat, her forehead, sparking visions, insights, flashes of understanding that are not hers but that she somehow recognises as eternal truths. Feeling as if she is merging with everything: the air, the soil, the sun, the invisible currents of life, she feels infinite and yet small; she feels the weight of time and yet she feels timeless; she feels present in her body, and yet she feels like pure light.
Sensing the world differently: the brush of a hand, the whisper of wind, the susurrus of trees, the soft tremble of life, she is alive to it all. The ordinary feels miraculous – a bird rising from a branch, the sun spilling gold across pavement, a stranger’s smile, each spark, each shimmer, carries the resonance of the infinite. She feels herself touch everything at once: the pulse of the earth, the breath of the sky, the hum of the unseen. LOve moves through her as a current, all-consuming and awakening.
Unsure where the dream ends and the waking begins, reality reasserts itself, even if she feels changed as something has opened in her that cannot close again, Fuinneamh knows that she cannot go back. The light that awakened, the river that now flows out from her Lake, has reshaped her, even if those around her notice nothing unusual. Now lighter and more awake, she is no longer afraid to be open with her heartfelt dreams, desires and knowing. The grief, the regret, the shame, the trauma, the pain all eviscerated and all that is left is a deepened open heart, filled with a love that has no end, a light that cannot be extinguished, a knowing that is simply — home.
*****
You know very well that your heart is more than a mere pump enabling the waters of your being to flow through you, bathing you in life giving elixir. It animates, enlivens and enriches your being, bathing you in light, just as it floods those you love with your light when you give your heart to them. But, your heart also holds grief, longing, guilt, shame, desire, and the quiet ache of years you have carried alone. Those experiences also bathe you in a more sombre state of being, and can also be shared with the world, knowingly or unconsciously. There is nothing ‘dark’ about those emotions, normal as they are to being alive, to have hopes and dreams and to work through scripts and patterns that we have chosen to work through. They may be stored in the field that moves around and through you, but they are channelled into your everyday life through your heart.
It is often believed that the deepest Yin creative life force is coiled at the base of your spine and snakes upwards, awakening your spirit, heart, soul and body, leading to an expanded consciousness and feelings of oneness and bliss. But are you aware that this serpentine light-force is opened by the heart?
Since your heart is that lacustrine place where your deepest emotions lie, heavy and dense, waiting to be seen, felt, and released, to awaken Kundalini through the heart is to break open the dam and to let flow forth all that is stored within those waters. Where emotional memory is persevered and where the soul has stored its sorrow and longing, is but one meaning of Fixed Water.
The energy stirs in your chest, calling you to open, to surrender, and to allow what has been buried to flow to the surface as energy deluges your heart as liquid light. As warmth floods through your ribs, spilling down your arms, through your belly, tracing the contours of every hidden wound, your eyes talk through the tears that stream unbidden down your checks. Longing rises like waves and desire stampedes through your wilded pastures like the free roaming Nakota horses, the liquid light does not bypass this deepened water. Instead, it wades through them, illuminating, purifying, and carrying the currents of your own life force in harmony with your heart’s wisdom.
You feel the Kundalini’s current tracing every nerve, every cell, aligning your body with the truth that your heart has always known: you are ready to feel, ready to release, ready to be wholly alive. So breathe into the ache, into the loss, into the weight of all that has been unspoken and let your heart’s tempo increase, and surrender to each pulse’s awakening clarity, courage, and compassion.
It is true to say that opening the heart to this profoundly raw and uncultivated feminine energy is not gentle. It is why the patriarchy demonised it and gave it names, like Lilith or Medusa. She shakes you, trembles you, floods you with the power of what has been stored. And yet, though it may initial feel like her tempest, it is merely aeons of suppression of this creatrix power being released, power that is erotic, creational, luminous, vibrant and awakening.
Will you surrender to the energetics of this Fixed Water lunation and allow the energy rises from your heart with clarity, purity, and purpose, carrying both the fire of your own life and the depth of your own soul?
Will you become one with the river of light and feeling, moving, pulsing, expanding, rising through you in harmony with the wisdom of your heart?
The serpent’s lesson is quite simply that the journey is not outward but inward; the heart is not passive but a landscape of living knowledge; transformation need not be sudden but slow, deliberate, and radiant, as you open fully your heart and being to gOd and the creatrix energy stored in your heart and at the base of your spine. But its teaching is also one to remember – that the wisdom of your heart is not something to be possessed, recited, or displayed. It is to be inhabited. It is a terrain into which you descend willingly, guided by presence rather than instruction, illuminated by patience rather than insight. Kundalini is not just energy; it is a mirror of your heart, reflecting your courage, your desire, and your love. Every beat carries the power to transform, every pulse carries the grace of being wholly yourself. And in this, you know: the heart is the gateway, the power, and the source of your awakening.
So as the Sun and Moon unite within your Lake, reflecting the power of the deepest dimension of the feminine, Algol, may a coil of golden light pulse through your hear as both a companion and a guide and may you swim into each new day with the quiet embodied certainty wisdom that is patient, intimate, eternal, and most vivid.
Art by Jenny Hahn
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