Full Moon — Let’s Hunt For Shadows.
We have come here to dance with shadows so that we might harmonize the forces of dark and light.
There is the outward nature and then there is our inward nature, and oftentimes what’s within isn’t always conscious. The moon’s primary purpose is to make conscious the darkness.
Designed with utmost perfection, there is the light source that rules the day and there is the light source that governs the night.
With the moon ruling the darkness, naturally she rules our internal darkness — the realms of emotions and the inner soul journey. As above, so below.
Of all the spheres in space considered planets, the moon is the only one that revolves around the earth, and therefore, her influence over us is an intimate one and just like she affects the tides, so too does she affect us.
When the full moon rises, she has a tendency to pull out what’s lying just below the surface. Whether it’s exuberance and joy or chaos and sadness, she will pull it out when she is full, just like she does the tides.
The light she shines is not her own, but rather a reflection of light from the sun, therefore it is an indirect light. Her gift is to call up the shadows, the creatures of darkness — so that they might be nurtured and known. For without the light of the moon at night, we would be forever lost in darkness.
This silver light in darkness is just as important as the light of day. One could not exist without the other.
When the moon is full and radiant, the song she pulls out of us might go something like this:
The Wild in us wants out as if stirred from a sleep, out of deep lava flows, from the throes of core to uproar, and soar with supernovas in a cosmic union. Alchemic, poetic — magnifying in full bloom, the full moon pours forth heart-source Divinity: a luminous light-fire creation flame.
We can’t stop these wings getting ready to burst from our skin, like Phoenix risen from ash, to shower sparks of inspirational creation-fire, setting aglow the hopes we sewed on a tear-strewn canvas.
Illumined in a shadowed light, we swoon for the right time aligned to activate Divine mind, under the full-moon frequency.
The Wild Woman rises — ripping off the disguises of a masque-ridden reality to tryst with her weaknesses in the silver night, annihilating fright with a might to rival warriors.
Immersed in the ecstasy of release, radiant with a heart-source beauty powerful enough to launch the thousandth ship, we whip our swords through the armor-crested chests of our demons, made visible by the light of the full moon this night — and we slay them.
Leaping to the sky with a windswept sigh, our prodigious wings carry us high to nurture the song that’s inside — where darkness can no longer hide.
Cast your light, let it shine. And let’s go hunt the shadows.
She is the Wild Woman rising.