Lily and the Blah-niks: Dark Moon Lilith in Cancer.

Dark Moon Lilith is the point in the heavens of the empty focus of the Moon's elliptical orbit around the earth.  She is the power of the unsaid, the potency of silence; of secrets too long kept. 
  


As Dark Moon Lilith, the symbol of the wild free energy that does not like to feel tamed or contained is triggered there can be a surge of energy, a remembering of of injustices and imbalances.  

As Lilith moves into Cancer many women in particular, may find that the way they respond emotionally ramps up. In addition the intuitive and psychic tendencies characteristic to this sensitive sign may also escalate. 

Basically you get more "crabby!"


The sudden urge to defend oneself against emotional or physical intrusion might (will) rise causing confrontation and discomfort for the Mother/Sister/Wife archetype within.

Grace and acceptance might just leave the building.. just for a very little while .

Now is the time to allow yourself the space to really feel without judgement.  To avoid screaming matches, the throwing of plates and other dangerous missiles at your mate or any passing random stranger,it's useful to soften that crab shell and refrain from walking sideways.   


Sit strong in your vulnerability. It is a time to acknowledge any hurt or pain that have been your life long secret companions. Opening up this Can(cer) of worms  will not weaken you. Quite the opposite.  Allow the tears to fall and surrender to the mosaic that you are or better still go buy a new pair of shoes preferably of the high heeled kind.  Walk tall in your magnificence. Step up to the joy (and pain) of being Womb-an.  She is all powerful, she is strong and she's beautiful.

Lily and the Blahniks

Do I love my man and my children more than I love myself? Is this a good thing? I can cook up scrumptious meals just for them but find it as easy as the CIA catching Osama, to prepare, let alone eat, a meal that I either need or want. My desires went underground a long time ago, and I mean a long time ago when men walked around colossal stones in white nighties with big long beards. 

 

The Eve in all of us is still ashamed of that apple malarkey if it ever did really exist, and being a woman of conscience she still punishes herself on a daily basis. Really get over it Eve! It was a long time ago and its time to let go. Get yourself some therapy girl. Any good shrink will tell you its unhealthy to fester in the sweat of your own guilt. Think gilt not guilt. Think gold- repeat after me “I am gold” 

Throw away the fig leaf and buy some Manolo Blahniks or if that makes your sustainable blood curdle, a hemp skirt will do. Eat a whole, free range if you like, chicken, tuck into a bowl figs and luscious Greek yoghurt drizzled with honey (you can keep the fig leaf for those nudge, nudge, wink saucy moments). I mean what is the deal Eve? Go find your buddy Lilith (Eves' twin sister) and be bad for a day. Head into town and rip it up. Your "bad" probably means not doing the washing or getting a take away for dinner, or more naughtily maybe you won’t vacuum this week. Oooh, oooh , an inch of dust rather than half of one- Agggh- we’re all scared out of our hole proof undies!!!

Lilith might tell you its OK to take a break. She’ll start training you to be free. She’ll probably introduce you to a voice coach who will show you how to get that choked up, annoying squeak that turns into something of a whine when you don’t get heard, into a melodic, alto that runs off your tongue like the sound of a crystal clear waterfall.

Lily, as we will call her affectionately, will book you into a 5 star establishment, order you a mans’ portion of steak and chunky chips (room service of course), draw the black out curtains and tuck you in for the sleep of a life time.

Six days later (she too rests on the 7th) she’ll wake you from your slumber, run a bath for you and leave you there until you are scrubbed clean of your original sins. After that she will hoist you out of your comfort zone. Your bra will be tossed in the bin and she’ll help you drape cloth around your body that would put Givenchy to shame. She’ll take you by the hand and march you to the nearest ATM. One look from her glaring eyes will send you into submission and you’ll withdraw cash, equivalent to a mere single contribution you have made to the mortgage, kids, food shopping and SUV that lies in your garage. Your faltering fingers will be steadied by her piercing gaze as she reminds you of the 2400 other pay cheques and unpaid labour you have put into the account over the past 20 years, "None of it really spent on you my dear!" she'll say sarcastically.

 Lily seems to be a bad influence, a friend you could do without doesn’t she? She’s the kind of girl your mum warned you about; the wanton witch who can lead you astray. Actually she is your best friend. Be brave. Get to know her. She's actually is the part of you that you have forgotten, have no memory of and Lily really loves you...and shoes.