They say not everyone gets the chance to be incarnated on Earth. To be chosen to walk this realm is a rare honor, a testament to a soul's purpose. And to be born with a heightened awareness of oneself, of the intricate dance of existence, is even rarer. We choose our experiences, the circumstances through which we will explore and evolve. Reflecting on my birth, I see how these truths are woven into the very fabric of my being.

I've been having dreams and visions lately, calling me back to different realities of myself and my childhood. These visions draw me into reflections, urging me to question the profound circumstances of my birth. I was conceived and brought into this world on Halloween, on the day of a full moon. I arrived prematurely, racing against time, my existence marked by urgency and destiny.

My siblings before me did not survive pregnancy, leaving me with the potential to be the first. And so, I was born via C-section, a fragile three pounds. Hearing this, realizing this, fills me with an overwhelming array of emotions: gratefulness, love, and acceptance of how these early moments shaped my reality. This was the beginning of everything, my entrance into a world where I was destined to survive when others had not.

As a fragile newborn, I was placed in an incubator, separated from my mother. Fed through a tube, I spent over a month without the comfort of physical touch. This necessary separation ingrained a deep association between vulnerability and isolation within me. My core love language is physical touch; I'm acutely sensitive to textures and feelings. Perhaps this early experience forged that sensitivity, a fundamental alignment created by my initial days in this vessel.

Despite the separation, I was nurtured and cared for until I could go home. Born during a time when the physical and spiritual realms were thin – Halloween, under the full moon – my birth was imbued with profound symbolism. The full moon, a harbinger of intuition and emotional depth, marked me as someone destined to bring light into darkness, to uncover hidden truths and navigate life's mysteries.

Adding to this mystical tapestry, I was born a Scorpio, with my Sun in the 12th house. This placement suggests a deep, intense personality often hidden from view. My Scorpio nature aligns with traits of resilience and transformation, connecting me to the mystical and the unknown. The 12th house emphasizes introspection, spiritual exploration, and the hidden realms of existence, where intuition and emotional depth guide my journey.

As I delve deeper, I realize the profound impact of my fragility and how it shaped my psychological landscape, particularly my fear of abandonment. From birth, my fragility necessitated separation, embedding a fear of abandonment within me. The incubator kept me alive but also apart from my mother's immediate warmth.

This concept of the incubator extends into my adult life. When I feel vulnerable, I isolate myself, retreating into a metaphorical incubator. This hermit mode, this cocoon, becomes a sanctuary where I heal and protect myself. Yet, it also reinforces a cycle of isolation. The act of separating myself when fragile mirrors my early days, offering protection but feeding my fear of abandonment.

Reflecting on these patterns, I understand how my early experiences shape my relationship with vulnerability and separation. The fragility of my early days taught me to equate vulnerability with isolation, reinforcing my fear of abandonment. My journey now involves breaking this cycle, embracing vulnerability without retreating, and seeking connection even when I feel fragile.

As a Scorpio, the sign of rebirth and transformation, these cycles of isolation and emergence are intrinsic to my nature. Each period of retreat and vulnerability becomes a time of regeneration, much like the mythical phoenix rising from its ashes. Through my art and expressions, I am continuously reborn, transforming vulnerabilities into powerful manifestations of my inner world.

Born on Halloween, the day when the boundaries between the physical and spiritual worlds thin, I am deeply connected to both realms. Halloween, with its costumes and embodiment of different aspects, resonates with my Scorpio nature. It is a time of transformation and hidden truths, aligning perfectly with my essence. I believe that spiritual beings and entities were present at my birth, guiding and protecting me, ensuring my survival.

Reflecting on my birth and early days, I see how they set the stage for my lifelong quest for comfort, belonging, healing, and transformation. My journey involves finding and maintaining connections that nourish my soul and heal my early wounds. Born under such mystical and urgent circumstances, I am reminded that I am deeply special, destined for a path of significance.

Being a Scorpio born in the 12th house means I am drawn to uncover hidden truths and explore the depths of the human psyche. It aligns perfectly with the themes of my birth – navigating the thin veil between the physical and spiritual, bringing light to darkness, and undergoing continuous transformation.

I am grateful for my early struggles and the strength they have given me. My birth under the mystical alignment of Halloween and the full moon, my survival against the odds, and my early experiences have all woven together to create the person I am today. My Scorpio nature, intensified by the 12th house, adds depth to my journey, making it rich with introspection and spiritual exploration. Understanding the profound impact of my early fragility and separation, I am now of a path to embrace vulnerability and seek connection without fear. This is my journey, my story, and my purpose.

Thank you,

Traydon (meaning "The Masterful Creative Visionary"