On October 23, 2024
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The dark creeps upon the light

It is the season where the dark creeps up on the light. In many cultures throughout the world, what we call “Scorpio Season” is the time of year when the veil between this realm and the next grows thin. 

In the ancient traditions of the far North, the children would embark upon a journey to the ancestral burial mounds to recover treasures from their ancestors and remember their past life. This tradition has morphed into children dressing up in scary costumes in the hunt for candy, which we now call Halloween.
When the veil is thin, and we are brave enough to peek through it, we’ll glean insights into who we were, who we are, and what we still can be. Some may need to do battle with ghosts and ghouls or what would be known as inner demons. For others, the journey will be sweeter than expected.

For those unwilling to see the darkness we all have within, the darkness will have no choice but to consume the light. As my own son said to me yesterday, “Mum, Limp Bizkit was right, you know, because hate is all the world has ever seen lately.” The song “Take a Look Around” might be what you need to do this week.

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