a name for the unknown written above and below
To the one who resides in my Cosmos, name unknown.
Through these pages, the depths of joy and sorrow shown.
A silent dance, a secret song, within link and paper is sown.
To you, my unseen guest, these woven words are thrown.
Introduction
This book is an odyssey into the enigmatic realm of Scorpio energy. Rather than adhering to standard astrological terms, these pages delve into the world through the mind of a Scorpio, exploring themes of life, death, sex, and love. Presented as deeply poignant poems paired with striking black and white portraits, Cosmos offers a unique perspective on how one may be perceived by others. The thought-provoking poems illuminate the darkest and most intense corners of the human soul.
Do you have the courage to tread a path once thought closed, yet distant, beckoning you ever closer…?
Foreword
“My chart is sooo Scorpionic because I have Pluto in my 8th house”. “I’m Plutonic because I have Scorpio in my 8th house”. “I have Black Moon Lillith in Scorpio and my Vertex is in the 8th house”. To people who don't know anything about astrology, this sort of talk sounds “witchy”, mysterious or insane. To people who do know quite a bit about astrology this sort of talk sounds unfortunately misguided, off-target or just wrong.
One wonders then what actually makes a chart “Scorpionic” and what gives the author of this book “Scorpio cred”. As a professional astrologer and President of Certifying Astrological Professionals for the International Society of Astrological Research (CAPISAR) and friend of the author, I am writing this foreword to establish the author's authentic Scorpio bonafides.
The so-called dwarf planet Pluto was discovered in 1930. Since then, it has assumed the role of rulership of the sign of Scorpio as astrologers attempted to integrate Pluto into the rulership system. However, for millennia, Mars was the ruler of Scorpio.
Without overcomplicating things, the rulership scheme is based on Hermetic philosophy which takes the distance of planets from the sun and poetically overlays them onto the zodiac. The Sun’s home is in Leo. The next planet is Mercury, so it rules the next sign of Virgo. The next planet is Venus, so it rules the next sign of Libra. And so naturally, Mars rules Scorpio, not Pluto.
The author of this book just happened to have been born at a Sun-Mars conjunction in the sign of Scorpio. So this makes the author just that bit much more of a Scorpio Sun than your regular Scorpio Sun.
What makes this even more impressive is that the plane of Mars’ orbit intersects with the Sun’s path in mid-Scorpio and mid-Taurus, also known as the heliocentric nodes of Mars. What this means is that not only was the author born when the Sun and Mars were aligned by longitude in tropical Scorpio, but also by latitude. The Sun would have occulted Mars in Scorpio.
To take this a step further, we can even examine how this particular alignment appeared on Earth at the exact time and place the author was born At that moment, the tropical sign of Leo was rising around midnight, which made the Sun the operative celestial body at her birthplace.
But at midnight, the Sun in Scorpio was on the opposite side of the planet. So while many people born around this general date would have the Sun-Mars conjunction in Scorpio occur somewhere in their natal chart, fewer would have been born with the Sun-Mars conjunction in Scorpio exactly on the meridian, deep in the underworld.
A conventional interpretation of this combination would suggest someone who, like the Sun, can’t help but attract attention for what makes them unique even as they try to hide it. Mars is the planet of courage, conflict and division and represents people who can be striking, piercing and sharp. This is appropriate for the author whose portraits herein show off impressive tattoos that were not meant originally for public consumption, and even here are stylistically shrouded in shadows.
If that weren’t enough, the author was born amidst eclipses occurring across the ScorpioTaurus axis, and the Sun and Mars were accompanied by two other planets in Scorpio, constituting a so-called stellium of planets in the sign. This can mean that the themes of the sign of Scorpio would be majorly emphasized in their life and destiny
Consequently, any astrologer looking at the author’s natal chart would have to conclude they are indeed a veritable example par excellence of Scorpio. This is no mere “Pluto/ Scorpio in the 8th house” situation (a daily occurrence) or “[Insert some abstract point or obscure minor celestial body) in Scorpio/8th house” becoming someone’s whole personality This is a true Scorpio giving voice to their Scorpionic truths Be a little scared. And titillated.
Patrick Watson February 2024
Desires and love; pain and sadness, elements that forge true love, a fact that most of us forsake as we pledge our lives in promise.
Weakness lurks deep within my thoughts, an unwelcome guest. Would it fit through the secret door?
Love is a feeling of desire that hurts yet blooms a smile. It tightens the heart to capture every tear. With my face now dry, lines form around my lips to fix a glimpse. Though my soul remains empty, what matters is how I appear.
I resent how your body swims through me, a taste etched on the heart. The rhythm of your heartbeat, the flavour of the aftermath, draws us closer through the portal of our Cosmo. Our grips weigh heavily on the heart, never meant to be apart. A small piece to carry with me.
In pursuit of freedom from love and hate, I sever our soul in half. Yet, the fragments that lingering, bloody mass, dripping through memories stained with our sadness and ache, forever smeared, forever tinted.
I can never hold your hand with the same smile, not with the palm that twisted the blade, all the way, until it cut through the layers of love and hate, gradually revealing what lies beneath the surface.
Mind games originate from thoughts, leading to hate and injustices. So, we believe, a war begins.
Thoughts on balancing the scale of killing? Weight out the flesh? Counting the souls amidst the remnants of bones and ashes.
Children lay still, waiting to be noticed, by the horror of their bodies, pain beyond our reach. Wait until their innocent souls meet your thoughts. One day, these thoughts may compel you to halt the cycle.
The constant debate over aid, images of which became the star of the day. Under the devil's vigilant gaze, blood loses its colour and taste. Silent screams echo as pain sinks in deeper with every act of torture, every passing second. I promise the devil this is my solitary thought, day after day, in hopes that he might grant my soul a fleeting moment of freedom.
What deeds have led me to this birthplace? The same thoughts resonate in millions of minds, across millions of years, resurfacing without the boundaries of time.
A thought that endures through human history, mirrored in a Dictator’s mind. A thought that spans heaven and hell, life and death both too small to balance the scale.
Thoughts that promise to save the world, thoughts that kill in a misguided quest for peace, thoughts that unlatch the gate of hell. History is destined to repeat itself.
My body, a magnetic force you can't resist, paints a tantalizing scene on my skin, potent enough to ignite your deepest fantasies. These are the desires we acknowledge, as long as they dance within social boundaries.
The profound depths two bodies can plunge into, the intoxicating taste of me, the gateway unveiled through my intense gaze, my voice, a siren's call, leading the way, seducing your mind with unseen acts lingering at the secret sanctuary’s door.
In a world devoid of freedom to merely exist, how can I ever reach a soul yearning to be released? Hide the thoughts, shield the view, enough for you all to endure a meaningless journey.
Don’t fault me, if I lose interest in uncovering how you wish to be pleased, in the mysterious dance of Scorpio intimacy.
You all seek the electric feel of the flesh, the sensation of a body part quickening your heartbeat, blood rushing to fill your brain, driving out the sense of animalistic instinct. Through your shortest breath, I can sense the immense energy approaching that climactic release. Eyes shut tight to seal the deed, lost in the ecstasy. Sweet Dreams.
Pain reinforces our memories, not just thoughts, but a reality. Pain hurts most when it's not physical, nothing there to address, nothing to care. Slowly, it heals through acceptance, daring us to let it be, to face pain with unyielding courage. Touched by the heart, unplugged from the mind, pain flows through my skeleton, pleading to be heard.
Pain, absorbed without complaint, imprints itself on the soul, to the core. My heart thickens day by day, subtly and locked. Now, I can feel the smooth edges of her cracks, where pain has etched his path.
I find my lost key, engraved with my name, there’s no mistake, I am the chosen one, destined to unlock the chains of my pain.
What’s above in the sky, a reflection of our life. Stars and souls twinkle, mirroring our strife. A life you thought was settled, daily goals that fill your mind, nourishing both the body and core, yet yearning for something more.
In the shadows, secrets dance and intertwine, unravelling desires, both fierce and fiery in their design. Intense emotions surge, a tempest untamed, as Scorpio’s essence burns, bringing you to the underworld.