I’m currently on Day 7 of a 10-day spiritual abstinence ritual.
No meat. No alcohol. Minimal social media. Just simplicity. Stillness. Monastic nourishment. Herbal teas and healing broths. Working with the I-Ching. Exploring Tai Chi. A deep, intentional space.
This ritual is part of a Taoist practice I’ve been preparing for: the Nine Realms Seal, a spiritual burning rite that must be done on the **5th day of the 5th lunar month—**a powerful, cosmically aligned moment—one that demands purification of the body, mind, and spirit.
And in true cosmic humor, all of this is exposing a deeper truth written right into my chart and my subconscious.
I have Jupiter in Virgo in the 12th house.
And Jupiter, as many astrologers know, is the planet of spiritual direction. It rules our expansion, our wisdom path, and the way back to truth when we feel lost, scattered, or out of alignment.
In Virgo, Jupiter teaches devotion through discipline, healing through refinement, and service through ritual. In the 12th house, it whispers from the shadows—calling us to solitude, to spiritual service, to the unseen work that transforms us from the inside out.
This ritual, this quiet purification, this slowing down to listen—it is my Jupiter in Virgo in the 12th. My Sacred Calling. The work that I am here to do with many of you.
🜁 Today’s New Moon in Gemini feels like a cosmic nod. Gemini is often seen as the sign of words, communication, and ideas. But what we forget is: Gemini is also breath. Listening. Mental clarity. It rules the nervous system as much as it rules the tongue.
So I’ve turned my devotion inward.
Away from external noise, and toward sacred inner dialogue.
Away from cravings, and toward conscious nourishment.
Away from instant gratification and toward the slow burn of spiritual discipline.
Because abstinence is not deprivation.
It’s devotion.
It’s saying: I will make room.
I will empty out what doesn’t serve, to better hear what does.
I will clear my channel so spirit can speak.
✨ Abstinence isn’t just about removing what tempts or distracts.
It’s about remembering what you’re truly in service to.
It’s about choosing the soul over the stimulus.
The altar over the algorithm.
The breath over the buzz.
This is a different kind of Gemini Moon for me.
Not one of clever words or social delight.
But one of sacred listening.
If you are also walking a path of devotion—whether through silence, ritual, rest, or intentional abstinence—know this:
You are not alone.
You are not missing out.
You are deepening in.
This is the way of the mystic. The healer. The embodied feminine.
And this, too, is Gemini medicine.
I have been logging my dreams every day during this (a long-time practice I have done over the years).
And in doing so, I realize I’ve activated the opposite sign of Virgo—Pisces, the ruler of the dreamworld, imagination, and the sacred unconscious. This ritual is Virgo in action. But the dreams? That’s Pisces whispering back. The Virgo/Pisces Axis ACTIVATED!
It’s a full-body alignment of the mundane and the mystical—a dialogue between discipline and dream.
So, speaking of dreams, I’ll share one from last night. It was… pretty gross, to be honest.
I dreamt I was at some kind of party or festival space, and instead of normal restrooms, they had these unicorn pool floats on the floor—like the kind with a hole in the middle, enclosed like a bowl. Each one was surrounded by a curtain for "privacy," though the setup still felt wildly exposed and unsanitary.
I thought to myself, “I need to poop… But is everyone just pooping and peeing into these things? Where are the workers to empty it?” It felt absurd, but I couldn’t hold it any longer, so I went for it.
Not long after, another girl showed up, saying she needed to go too. I tried to warn her:
"Girl, I just went, and I don’t think you want to go after me."
But she didn’t even flinch—just calmly picked up the float and started rinsing it off nearby. Meanwhile, I was gagging from the smell (seriously, it was horrid). And then, just like that, she was done. Unbothered.
As disgusting as it was, the dream landed with deep meaning, and I want to share the message I received with you.
🦄The unicorn float is a vessel.
We usually see it as playful, magical, or whimsical—but here, it became a container for waste. That’s shadow work. The unicorn didn’t lose its magic—it became a sacred object that could hold my most human release. Sometimes healing looks like beauty holding your mess.
💩The act of pooping? That’s the purge.
Literal or metaphorical, it was time to let go. Time to empty what had built up inside of me. And in the dream, I couldn't hold it in any longer. That moment of surrender—when it’s no longer about appearances or timing or how it should be—is where real healing happens.
👩🏽🦰The calm girl is an archetype of the healer.
She didn’t judge. She didn’t complain. She cleaned. With intention, with grace, without drama. She felt like the part of me that understands:
“Everything can be made sacred. Even the dirty stuff.”
She reminded me that integration doesn’t always look like ceremony—it often looks like tending to the messy, smelly, unglamorous parts of life and soul.
🫁The stench is resistance.
The gagging? It was a visceral reaction to facing what needed to be released. And yet… I did it. It’s that edge between disgust and relief that marks transformation. The psychic stink of what’s been stuck is finally moving.
And that’s not all, folks! I have been bleeding with the New Moon like clockwork. This time, though, it was a couple of days early, likely due to all the fresh ginger I’ve been consuming—an herb long known to increase warmth and circulation, especially in the uterus. Ginger moves stuck energy. It is known as an emmenagogue (substances that stimulate and increase menstrual flow). There was a time that I had irregular periods, was coming off of hormonal birth control, and was practicing natural contraception. If you’re curious about any of that, feel free to comment below, and I can share about it another time!
And so here I am:
Bleeding. Listening. Emptying. Rewiring. Remembering.
This is why I’ve been a bit quiet on social media lately. Not because I’m disappearing—because I’m devoting. Because I’m doing the kind of work that can’t always be seen but is deeply felt.
✨ Spiritual abstinence isn’t about denying yourself.
It’s about honoring yourself.
It’s about returning to the altar of your body and saying,
“I’m ready to listen now.”
If you’re feeling off-kilter or a bit discombobulated, I invite you to look at your own Jupiter placement. If you want me to give you something to add to your current routine based on your Jupiter placement, comment below or message me~!
Ask yourself:
Where in my life am I being invited to grow—not for success or status, but for my soul’s evolution?
What rituals, studies, or practices help me remember the deeper meaning behind what I’m doing?
If I trusted that the universe was guiding me—even through the unknown—what would I do differently this week?
This path isn’t always pretty. It isn’t about performing.
But it is holy.
And this is where we can do our deepest work.
With breath and stillness,
Sonia
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