The Venus Magic I'm doing while Mercury Rx tries drowning my current launch.

Mermaids, mystery money and patient sunset prayers

We have one week left of Mercury retrograde in Pisces.
One week until the Equinox.
And one week until A Higher Love begins, my 7 month mentorship journey with Evening Star Venus.

Pisces is my 3rd house of communication and needless to say I have been swimming in tech glitches, typos and vast slippery inspiration. Twice now my website has stopped accepting payments in the middle of this launch. Twice I have spent hours responding to customers, making sure they could still say yes to the calling while continuing to promote the journey.

On the surface this sounds like business. But really it is just the form my devotional practice has taken.

Energetics lead.
My relationship with the planets leads.
And my own mythic journey is where the core of what I teach emerges from.

This afternoon I noticed a bunch of transactions had bounced in the last few days. After some investigation I discovered Stripe had frozen my account for selling “drug paraphernalia.”

Pisces rules altered states and Mercury is definitely getting high on his own supply with that one.

Months ago when they first raised the issue, without disclosing what the actual offensive content was I removed all mention of plant medicine from my site, even though the work I have done has always been legal in the places it occurred. I guessed that was likely the issues.

But, apparently that was not enough, and here we are.

I am also on day one of my period.

I have been deep in a creative download space preparing our opening call and my tech brain is verrrry much missing in action.

Still, I managed to contest the decision and was told it would take two to four business days for a response. Today is Friday.

So this is what I did.

I also petitioned Venus.

Through my body, through my feelings, through the feminine current itself.

I put on a playlist, closed the door, closed my eyes and got on the floor.

And I dropped.

All the way down. Beneath layers of sensation and emotion. Moving, breathing, moaning. I dropped into the tense, scared part of me that feels lonely, overwhelmed by self employment and doubtful of my abilities.

I kept going

Down into my aching lower back and cramping womb. Feeling heavy and bloated. Feeling grief and rage at the violence of this world. Of old hurts and collective horrors.

And further still.

To my hunger.
My longing.
My devotion.

Eventually, the love is always there.

My heart ached open and I felt again my true desire to be of service to life, to renewal, to the radiance and creative power that emerges when we remember how to feel. To really feel.

After an hour or so I emerged softer and more spacious.

I opened my eyes to a blazing sunset.

Currently, I’m on the west coast of New Zealand, trialling a place I might want to relocate. People come here for the waves but honestly I would be here for the skies.

Venus is already visible above the horizon at dusk in some parts of the world, but she is still hiding here. And yet night after night I look for her.

I wait. I open my field and quieten my mind.

I feel her steady, subtle ascent.

Preparing to guide a group through seven months of embodied mythic mentoring as Venus rises as the Evening Star is a deep process. Expansive yes, but also requires us to become vaster in our trust, compassion and faith in being seen, as we are. It is a process of re-animation.

I lit some rose incense as an offering and prayed.

I cannot turn away from what I am offering to the world. Even with all my doubts I am undeniably on a rose petal path that for eight years now has taken me to the darkest places of love’s absence so that deeper and deeper spaces could be carved out for true love to fill me.

It’s burnt away so many illusions. First by letting me swim in them completely and then by lifting me into the bittersweet glory of truth. The honesty of what beauty and balance and living a life loyal to my values means.

It is magnificent, brave, holy work.

So I prayed and relaxed and asked… “let this be however it needs to be for the highest good.”

When I went back inside and opened my laptop again, within ten minutes an email appeared.

Not two to five business days.

Three hours.

Sorted.

In the last few weeks I’ve also been gifted a flight to the west coast of the United States where I will likely see Venus finally and open A Higher Love on March 21.

I also received a generous donation from a client and discovered a few thousand dollars backlogged in an account I had completely forgotten about.

Venus rules money, you see.

And although my heart is currently doing some advanced emotional gymnastics, even that feels increasingly fruitful the closer we get to the first magical conjunction of Venus and the Crescent Moon in the evening sky.

Inanna resurrected.

Speaking of Resurrection, did you get to watch my free class on the Venus cycle? It includes a beautiful embodied ritual to support our own rising from the mythic feminine underworld.

You can watch it here.

And if your heart feels called to walk this path more deeply, A Higher Love begins in one week.

For seven months we will follow the ascent of Venus in the evening sky through ritual, astrology, embodiment and mythic mentoring, allowing our own lives to rise brighter, fuller and more devoted alongside her.

If you feel the call, you can learn more or join us here.

I’m 99% sure the website is working.

Please enjoy this stunning Venus infused sunset, notice what you feel….she’s absolutely present and her promises are…golden.

xx

Sancya