Alright, so everyone was going on about Mars being in Scorpio. You hear these things, right? And usually, I just nod along. But this time, man, it hit different. Or maybe I just paid more attention, I don’t know.
I remember, for a good few weeks, I just had this intense energy. Like, an itch I couldn’t scratch. I wasn’t angry, not really, but I was… driven. Almost obsessive. My practice, if you can call it that, started pretty simply: I decided to just go with it. See where this weird, forceful feeling wanted to take me. Instead of trying to chill out, I leaned in.
My Big “Project” Under Mars in Scorpio
So, what did I do? I decided to tackle the garage. Now, this isn’t just any garage. This was like, the black hole of our house. Years of “I’ll sort this later” had piled up. It was a monster. And suddenly, I had this burning desire, this absolute need, to conquer it. Not just tidy it, mind you. I mean, excavate it. Get to the bottom of every forgotten box, every dusty relic.
The process was something else.
- I was ruthless. Things I’d held onto for ages? Straight to the donation pile or the trash. No sentimentality.
- I worked for hours, forgetting to eat. Just completely absorbed. My family thought I’d lost it.
- I found stuff I didn’t even remember owning. Some of it brought back weirdly intense memories, almost like I was reliving them.
- There was this weird satisfaction in the destruction, the tearing down of the old mess to make way for… well, less mess.
It wasn’t all smooth sailing. I definitely got frustrated. Hit a few walls, literally and figuratively. There were moments I wanted to just set the whole thing on fire – not really, but you get the feeling. But that same intense energy just pushed me through. It was like having a drill sergeant in my head, but it was also… me? It was a strange experience, feeling that potent.
And then, after what felt like an archaeological dig, it was done. The garage wasn’t just clean; it was transformed. And I was exhausted, but also weirdly energized. Like I’d faced down some inner demon made of clutter and old paint cans.
The “Aha!” Moment
It was only later, when I was nursing my sore muscles and someone mentioned Mars still being in Scorpio, that the penny dropped. Of course. That explained the almost obsessive drive, the need to dig deep, the transformative (and slightly destructive) vibe of the whole thing. It wasn’t just me “deciding” to clean the garage. It felt like a force of nature had possessed me to do it.
My “practice” then, retrospectively, was about harnessing that raw, sometimes uncomfortable Scorpionic Mars energy. Instead of letting it turn into arguments or inner turmoil, which it totally could have, I channeled it into a massive, physical task. It wasn’t a conscious astrological strategy at the start, more like an instinct to point that fire hose at something constructive before it blasted a hole in my living room wall, metaphorically speaking.
So yeah, Mars in Scorpio. It’s a lot. For me, it was less about spooky secrets and more about an almost brutal efficiency and a desire to get to the absolute core of things, even if it meant a bit of a mess in the process. Definitely not a transit for the faint of heart, but if you can point that energy in the right direction? Wow. You can move mountains. Or at least, a mountain of junk from your garage.
