One glance into a clear night sky displaying a brilliant
powerful seductively mysterious moon sometimes can have an overwhelming
effect and impact your very soul.
It did for me in the wee hours this morning.
Feeling restless and unable to sleep, I arose from the
comfort of my bed, slipped on some flip flops and ventured outside to the landing
in front of my apartment and sat down. I kicked off my flip flops and walked around in the grass barefoot. It felt cool against the soles of my feet. I
find that when I need quiet to reflect and be alone with my thoughts communing
with nature can often help get me to the place mentally when I need to ruminate
with the deepest part of my soul in search of answers that elude me during the
day and the noise of everyday life. This
restlessness has been plaguing me for me awhile. My question continued to swirl around my head
as I gazed into the clear late summer night sky. What I saw took my breath away and I think it
was an example of one of life’s true miracles – I saw one of the most beautiful
moons I have ever seen in all of my 53 years.
I gasped at the sight of it; it was as if God put that moon in the sky
just for me on just this night to show me or lead me to the answer I sought to
my burning question. He does that often;
He shows me the answer through nature and lets me uncover it for myself. We have just that kind of trusting
relationship.
The sky was a soft bluish gray peppered with pillows of
fluffy white clouds and stars danced and twinkled as if they were performing in
a perfectly executed rendition of Nat King Cole’s “Unforgettable.” The moon in
her soft quiet strength shone brightly illuminating the night sky. The mystifying allure she had drew me in as
she seemingly whispered my name beckoning my soul to her embrace. I did not resist; I willingly submitted to
her wisdom and intoxicating pull. I
closed my eyes and just listened with a quiet curious heart and pondered the
most important question I had.
My question was uncomplicated – why do logic, common
sense and all rational thought abandon me when deciding matters of the
heart? Why does my brain fail me at a
time when I need it the most? She
laughed, drew my troubled spirit close to her bosom and comforted me like a lost child
being reassured by a loving understanding mother. Tucked safely within her soothing embrace,
her gentle voice whispered to me the answer to my question.
I freely share what I learned from her; it is quite simple
really – the heart wants what the heart wants and we can blame it on the
moon. It is, has been and always will be
this way – the heart is not logical; nor is it rational. It isn’t meant to be. Love is supposed to be mysterious, sometimes
elusive, always powerful and one can only respond with complete utter surrender
to its beauty, its promise and its magic.
If you need further proof of this phenomenon look at history
throughout the ages.
Legend maintains that people may act a little strange during
times of a full moon; that is not an accident.
The moon is believed to have an almost mystic power over our
emotions. In fact, that power is
celebrated and revered everywhere. A
quick Google search produced the following list with representations of “moon
goddesses” from various cultures throughout the world tracing all the way back
to antiquity. The list, which by all
means is not exhaustive, is a decent jumping off point for any formal inquiry
nonetheless; it revealed the following avenues for further exploration: Aega,
Alcmene, Andromeda, Anunit, Arianhod, Arma, Artemis, Ayla, Aysel, Aysu,
Badriyah, Bendis, Budur, Candra, Coyolzauhqui, Dae-Soon, Diana, Hakidonmuya,
Hala, Hectate, Heng – O, Hilargi, Hina Hine, Indu, Io, Ishtar, Isis, Ix Chel,
Izanami, Jaci, Jezanna, Jyotsna, Kamaria, Komorkis, Lucine, Luna, Maha, Mahina,
Mama Quilla, Marama, Mawu, Migina, Mizuki, Monday, Nguyet, Nuray, Ooljee,
Pamuya, Pen-Chan, Pensri, Purnima, Qiuyue, Rhiannon, Rishima, Sadarnuna,
Selena, Taigi, Taini, Teczistecatl, Tsukiko, Xochhiquetzal and Yolkai Estsan.
The appearance of these cultural representatives of the moon
is not an accident; the ancients knew what we have forgotten. I think instead it is a reminder that we are
here in this world on this planet to serve a more noble purpose. That purpose is love – not only the type of
love concerned with our own emotional comfort and needs, but a larger communal
love that serves the evolution of humanity.
I think the key to solving the world’s ills lies in understanding and
espousing this encompassing kind of love.
Although virtuous in its intent, it is necessary for the future of our
humanity because it realigns and rejoins the basic masculine and feminine
elements of our collective psyche.
Love’s mystery promises that survival of the physical can be guaranteed
when the spiritual union with the heart is complete, when reason (masculine)
and heart (feminine) are once again complemented in perfect balance as is our
destiny, singularly and collectively.
Our existence hinges on love; without it we are doomed.
The moon understands what few others do.
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