Virgo Moon, Pisces flow, Reiki glow

When Anxiety Transforms: From Dread to Excitement in the Solar Plexus

This morning, I gave myself a full Reiki healing for the first time in a long while. It began downstairs, sitting on a chair, when I traced Dai Ko Myo — the Master symbol, often translated as “great shining light.” It’s the soul-level Reiki symbol, the one that illuminates from within. The moment I drew it, I felt the energy stir, rising toward my throat.

And then came the nudge: Nice try, but this isn’t a quick fix. Get upstairs. You need the sage.

So I did. I expected a simple body sweep, but the second the sage was lit, it became something else entirely. A full aura cleanse. Ten minutes of thick plumes moving through my field, peeling away layers of old heaviness, especially in my midsection. The cleanse wasn’t optional — it was the doorway.

When I finally lay down on my bed, silence wrapped around me. No music, no distraction. Just me, my breath, and the energy.

I’d forgotten how vividly the visions come when I give myself Reiki. My guides must do that on purpose — flood me with images so I don’t interfere, only witness. And today, they came in force.

Josiah stepped forward for the main healing. He showed me the tangle: my solar plexus constricted with strands of green, my heart gripping it tightly, trying to manage what was never its job. Thick strands like grass bound the two together.

One by one, he untagged them. Yellow burst through. Each chakra brightened, colours turning bold and distinct. My throat unclenched, emotion surged, and I cried — and with the tears came vision.

Suddenly, I wasn’t alone. The room filled with silhouettes and auras — an army of guides, cloaked in deep blue, lavender, and green. The colours of dusk. The sky before the stars. I felt them holding me, steadying me, reminding me: you are supported more than you know.

By the time I sealed the session with palo santo, everything had shifted. The dread that sat heavy in my solar plexus had dissolved. The buzz remained, but it wasn’t dread anymore. It was excitement.

And then my guides gave one last instruction: carry a grounding stone today. Normally, I’d reach for obsidian, tourmaline, or hematite. But the first stone I picked up was a dark tiger’s eye. And that was perfect. A solar plexus stone with root-like grounding — the exact bridge between what had just been untangled and what needed anchoring.

If there’s one thing this session confirmed for me, it’s that my intuition? On point. Always.

And of course, it’s no accident this all happened under this moon. Virgo seeks order, detail, clarity, purification. Pisces seeks release, surrender, dissolution. Together, they tug at the threads between body and spirit until something gives way.

For me, it was the knot between my heart and solar plexus — love trying to manage power, power suffocating under protection. The moon pressed, and the strands came loose.

It’s funny: I often describe what’s happening in my body before I check the astrology, only to find my chart and the skies confirm it. My life mirrors the planets and the moon cycles without me even trying. Exactly where I’m supposed to be.

This moon pressed me to release. My body obeyed. My guides carried me through.

My solar plexus didn’t shrink into fear. It expanded into aliveness.

And now, with a grounding stone in my pocket, sage in the air, and my guides still close, I can say it clearly:

I’m not anxious.

I’m alive.