Scorpio decan 2.
This is the Part II update for the middle decan of Scorpio, with observations. For the correspondences see Scorpio decan 2 Part I.

I tell ya what, this decan started a bit better than decan 1 was, for me personally. But it has not been a cake walk. There have been periods of pleasure, but it is mostly that I have consciously tried to balance what has been stressful with some moments of pleasure and ease. A steam sauna was a recent highlight, that reminds me of this decan that combines the waters of Scorpio with the heat of solar fire.
There have been a few snags for me though, which I attribute to the way current astrological transits hit my chart, rather than to this decan in particular. Though some of the ongoing challenges have been around technology and tools I use for work and career, and this decan is near enough to the top of my chart, which is that general area of life. I am so longing to experience the innocent carefree joy of the children in RWS image (above left), and the utter freedom of the soaring eagle in the Tabula Mundi image on right.
As far as the snags and challenges go, they seem to be smoothing out in a much less stressful way than similar things went in Scorpio decan 1.
One thing I did that seemed aligned with this decan, was to have a “death meeting” with my best friend, on a Tuesday (Mars day, Mars as ruler of Scorpio). This is a project of hers, to interview her friends and family about their wishes around things about death. Lots of questions around preferences before death, during actively dying, and what happens after. While it sounds morbid it was actually quite fitting, to talk about these things in a relaxed and pleasant way, while we drank hot chocolate spiked with whiskey.
Which leads us to the next decan, my old friend Debauch incoming.
In England, which is an old country with old people and millennia of baggage, “All Hallows” was something quite serious. One year I attended a gathering of people sharing memories and keeping connections with those no longer with us (or, worse, torn away!), then walking home across the Bristol Downs in the November fog and feeling their presence all around.
. . . then I moved to Southern California, which is lovely, but where mortality seems to be offensive, rather than inevitable, with Halloween reduced to a party.
Been here 25 years now, and no regrets, but this one still sticks in my craw!