Moon Goddess

Another full moon. Another date with destiny. Another chance to bathe in the moonlight and cleanse myself of the negative energies of the past month. Another opportunity to recharge and rejuvenate.
I love my moon, me. She never fails to be there. As loyal as the sun. As mysterious as space. As perfect as a pebble. As cracked as a rock. She embodies virtues of perfectionism, yet unabashedly flaunts her flaws, her cracks showing us that one needn’t be perfect to be beautiful. Even a soul with holes can still be complete from within.
Like the moon, we too are gods and goddesses, ebbing and flowing to the tides of the universe. We shine bright, lie low, wane, wax, appear and disappear. But we remain. Eternal. Magnificent. Majestic. Walking the path of love. Giving light when we’re called upon. Providing shelter when the need arises. Knowing when to hide in the shadows and when to come out and make a stand.
There’s a lot to learn from the moon. She’s the goddess of the night. The shelter for the weary.
She isn’t the sun. She doesn’t always shine bright and perky, day in and day out. She’s a bid moody, the moon. But that’s her charm. Therein lies her beauty, her mystery. She’s a woman in every sense of the word. Playing catch-me-if-you-can games. Moving in and out of the spotlight, shedding old skin and growing a new coat, living out her whims and fancies, celebrating her mood-swings… the charming, beguiling, mysterious witch that she is. That I am. That so many of us are. And we are. Some of us just don’t know it yet.

Regression

So here we are again. Another full moon. Another beautiful night. One more night for the cats to meow incessantly, and Sneaky to run around like a little lunatic.
Strange then that human beings block it out of their system. Is it because we’ve gotten so advanced that we’ve forgotten to listen to our instinct? The most basic, primal feeling that all of us have, our little inner voice that tells us everything we need to know, our biggest and bestest teacher. And yet we’ve blocked out the sound of her voice.
Snickers doesn't need to be taught to follow instinct. He just does what comes naturally, without any remorse or guilt or social obligations. As does every single animal ever since and forever more. And they’re considered inferior to us, a race that’s so superior that we forgot how to be human and think relying on technology for everything makes us more intelligent.
Not so long ago, little snickers, sap, you, me, we were all on similar spiritual zones. Then we as humans built us a pair of smart technology wings and thought we could fly high above all the other species. In spending all those minutes and hours and years and millennia developing technology, we forgot how to develop our mind.
The ancient Egyptians, the Aztecs, the Mongols, the Greek, they knew a lot more than this generation does. They built some of what we still call architectural wonders. And what’s really ironic here is that they were once us. And we were them. Many moons ago. We did all that stuff that we now marvel at. But somewhere down the line, we developed the term society. And society developed norms and rules and inhibitions and fear and punishment and ego and pride. And we forgot all that cool stuff we once took for granted.
Today, we use an average of only 10% of our mind. 10%??? We call ourselves superior based on a 10% figure? And when you consider that the bulk of that 10% is probably spent on the here and now, the daily grind, the routine issues, what minute figure is left for us to connect with our souls? Can you even imagine the potential of 13%? Or 50?
We need to go back to our roots. Or at least help our roots reconnect to the earth and draw it’s energies into our souls. I think we’ve starved our souls long enough. Time for some spiritual nourishment.

La Luna

Something about the full moon and no moon affects me. Every single time. Every single month. Today we won’t see our moon. It will be far far away from our eyes and I miss it’s warmth already. It does strange things to me the moon, or lack of it. Now, normally, I’m not a water person. One of my greatest fears includes dying in a body of water. And yet, that’s all I want today. To surround and immerse myself in water. I want to feel its cool waves pushing up against me, smell its aroma all around, go with its flow. I close my eyes and I see an ocean of blue. I blink and for a split second I’m the queen of the sea. I sit here on my mac and I can hear the water consuming me. A delight to every sense. The source of all my fears turned into a craving for pleasure. And that’s what happens to me when the moon leaves my side for a day. She forces me to explore my other side. Without her by me, I’m forced to face my fears. And she leaves me in the dark, knowing I have the strength to turn pain into pleasure, if just given a chance. So here it is. Here’s my chance. And even though my little villa doesn’t have a pool, I’ll sit there in the bathtub with bubbles to replace the waves and aromatherapy oil to transport me to my sea. And I’ll celebrate the moon for all her glory and wait for her to flow full and strong 2 weeks from now.
You see, when people see me, they see but the surface. Little do they know my alliance for Luna, Mr Universe, my angels and all the beauty that comes with it. Knowing the Muby that lives within is a privilege few ever have the patience to find out. Those who do, are in my soul forever.