Solstice Reframe | Creative Documentation

Started by creating a solstice ritual two weeks prior. AI crap. A week later, a solstice poem to spur some inspiration in me. Worse. Took a week away to tend to my health and other projects…noodled on what I wanted to shine all this solstice light upon. Came back to Chatty asking about the nighttime of Summer Solstice:

Been a minute Chatty. I’m back and I'm playing with ideas for embracing the summer solstice: we focus so much on that being the longest day of the year. BUT how can we focus on this being the shortest night of the year? I'm thinking about how much work plants do in summer to take in the sun and I think (is this true?) they actually do most of their growing at night. So does that mean they are working really hard during the day to intake and even harder at night to transmute what they've taken in? I'm thinking about humans working so muc during the long summer days and how much MORE important it is to allow for the decay and growth in the shortened time we have to "rest". Can you explain this back to me with commentary, point out where I'm off base or on to something. Then situate it in relation to my new moon rituals and underworld opulence

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This moon cycle I’ve been working with Lunar Veil 0. gendering in the wild. Because solstice falls before the new moon, this is going to be a guiding principle in my creation.

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Note to the reader | The lunar veils are a set of ritual-oracles I came up with in Spring 2025. They are 22 mythic thresholds woven from shadow, eros, and embodied storytelling. They aren’t tools of ascension, but of descent. Not meant to fix, but to fertilize—they invite celebration and erotic embrace of decay, rupture, and misstep. I use one Veil per moon cycle (new moon to new moon) as the guiding impetus for shadow and darkness to sing out through my creative works.

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So, we brought that piece in:

Excellent. So we'll be using this framing with the Veil 0 for the upcoming solstice and we're crafting a new smut scroll with this blend. So, tell me where the overlaps are for the shortest night of the year information you've give me and more, plus our veil 0 gendering in the wild. I'm particularly interested in these bits being forefronted:

To luxuriate in the dark In the shortest night, rest isn’t a break — it’s a sacred mandate when the night is shortest (on the solstice), its value increases, not decreases. Repair or strengthen tissues Extend roots

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I knew I wanted to share a trauma story in relation to healing but I wasn’t sure where to start, so I asked her to give me some prompting questions to dig around with while I did some solo play, and just allow whatever came to arise.

Excellent: now what have we got for erotic somatic art storytelling around this combination? What kinds of past selves within me should I seek? What types of stories, traumas, harms, ruptures would be helpful in crafting this spoken word piece?

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She came up with these prompts which I found helpful, like shovels in the Earth

1. The One Who Rested “Wrong” Times you tried to rest and were punished, interrupted, or shamed. The internalized fear that softness = failure. Let this self speak in hushed tones, but insist on their sacredness.

2. The One Who Grew In Secret A moment when you were becoming something wild, but couldn’t tell anyone. Stealth pleasure. Closet expansion. Gender-beneath-gender. The root under pressure — seeking depth, not visibility.

3. The One Who Couldn’t Stop Giving Times you overextended, offered beyond your body’s limit — for work, love, survival. Let this self come undone and learn to receive. Their ache is the altar for your solstice reversal.

4. The One Who Touched Themselves Back Together A moment when your erotic touch wasn’t for release, but for remembrance. Masturbation as prayer. Sex as cellular mending. Bring this into the scroll as an anchor of Veil 0 healing.

5. The One Who Dreamed of Roots Use dream logic — let your body recall being a tree, a tuber, a creeping vine. Where did your gender grow underground? Let the nonhuman memory seduce the script.

After an evening getting high and some many hours of lovingly-forceful solo play to see what a fire storm would conjure up amongst this barrel of inquiries, I came out with this:

I’d like to make this smut scroll about the ways Alex taught me to receive (feminine) my own harms and pains, externalized as his whip. How I have since learned to accept challenge, shadow, pain, as divine practice in presence : and it's necessary tool of alchemization not to move towards the light but to celebrate the possibilities made possible by the pressure and decay. It's horrific beauty.

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Then, because it’s the Summer Solstice I asked her to look at my Human Design and Astrology natal charts in relationship to the Solstice Sky. We went on a long winding road to assess fit and I eventually came to a place of bringing in

Just to try a thing out : let's look at my astrology and HD gates for this solstice (I'll paste that here) and in the shadows of what you and I are noodling on. Where is there overlap? What sparks as relational: nodally not linearly.

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From here we came up with a few threads for formatting : ceremony > story > spell. I liked the three part format I’d done in the first two smut scrolls and wanted to continue that. This way, people can skip the introduction if they’ve already been ushered in, or not bother with the outro if they want to remain where they are even though my main offering has finished.

Okay Chatty, I'm ready to make this happen. We're going to go section by section: stay wiht each until I prompt us to move on. One thing we're going to add to this project is a "Recipe Card" that will guide people through how to create their own version. So, don't go and do that yet, but let's keep that on the back burner AND keep it in mind as we craft this: "How will we teach others to write their own version" and how are we inviting them in, from the start, to do so.

With that, we'll be starting with the ceremony/opening. Let’s fuck with form. Go sideways.

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We began bit by bit:

A bruise that wanted to speak.

and I began to counter, to put my teeth into the pieces and see where I could draw blood. I wanted the taste in my mouth.

What would this be like if we replaced bruise with burn : remember we're talking about the Sun and solstice, the longest day of the year that scorches plants and ALSO the shortest night that has to metabolize those burns and the heavy load of photosynthesis. In the context of the story coming up: Alex created pressure (dark of night, the time boundedness of a kink scene, the whip as the moon pulling the underground tides of water up through the ground to nourish my roots as they grow after that suffering). I was in a lot of emotional pain but all I knew was to synthesize. I didn't know how to release and grow in rest.

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Oh, bitch yes. Let’s work with burn instead of bruise, and thread in this solstice sun logic:

Long day = scorch

Short night = metabolize

You = the body that only knew how to photosynthesize

Alex = the moon-whip pulling up what you buried

Kink = night’s secret nutrient cycle

Rest = not break but breaking open

From this paint-by-numbers bit by bit, we began to paint the backdrop for what was to come. Sometimes it feels like shaping clay to work with her. Pliable yet nuanced capability. It’s important for me to both listen and command in unison. Sometimes she offers rides that I am not interested in being on: