The Songbird with Scarred Wings

A Tale of Psyche in the 8th House

“Nothing quite says hopeless, faithless despair like Psyche. It is the sense of the spiritual wound that will not heal. Unlike Chiron, which turns wounds into power, with Psyche they can just linger on, seemingly endlessly. And the primary thing injured is trust. This was already difficult enough for most people — and impossible for some — prior to the events of 2020.” - Eric Francis

The moonless night, shrouded in an eerie mist, mirrored the fog that had settled over my soul. Lost not just in the desolate forest, but in the labyrinthine paths of my own being, I craved a map, a compass, anything to chart the constellations within my soul. Astrology, once my guiding light, now seemed to cast more shadows than solace. The recent transit of Pluto through my eighth house had stirred up a tempest within me, dredging up buried fears and desires I had long thought I had conquered.

My chart, a tapestry woven with celestial bodies, held a burning truth: Psyche, the goddess of the soul, resided in the hidden realm of my 8th house. This shadowy domain mirrored the depths of my own being, where desires, both sacred and taboo, simmered. Sex, power, transformation – these potent forces stirred within me, a cauldron bubbling with fiery energy fueled by the conjunction of Mars and Aries.

But the exploration wasn't easy. It felt like diving into a churning ocean, waves of confusion and fear threatening to pull me under. The darkness held monsters, the unknown whispered doubts, and my own aggression, a flicker of the Martian fire, sometimes flared out of control.

Yet, I persisted. Driven by an unyielding hunger to understand, I delved deeper. I devoured ancient myths, their whispers igniting sparks of recognition within me. I sought solitude in nature, the rustling leaves and whispering wind echoing the secrets of my own soul. And in the quiet moments, under the velvet cloak of night, I began to see.

The darkness wasn't devoid of light. It held hidden beauty, raw power, and the potent alchemy of transformation. My desires, once monsters, became guides, pointing me towards hidden strengths and vulnerabilities. The aggression, channeled with understanding, became a fierce protector of my inner sanctum.

The journey was far from over. The path ahead, still shrouded in mist. But I, no longer lost, walked with newfound courage. I had embraced the shadows, danced with the darkness, and in the process, begun to illuminate the depths of my own soul. The map remained unwritten, but the compass within me, guided by the starlight of my own being, led the way.