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THE DARK MOON ENERGIES

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The Dark Moon

When is the Dark Moon? :
Also known as the "dead" Moon, this is the time when there is no solar reflection, leaving the lunar face in darkness. The dark lasts about three days before the new crescent appears.
Is this the same as the New Moon?: For many, the new Moon begins at the moment of the Sun-Moon conjunction, but for others it remains the dark Moon until that crescent is in view. As the Moon wanes toward those final days of darkness, there's often a turn inward. In those contemplative moments, the inner reality is presented through dreams and waking visions. It's fertile ground for the new Moon intentions to be conjured.
How does the Dark Moon differ from the New Moon?: The dark of the Moon is the most powerful time psychically. It seems to lure us toward the deepest self, the longings of the soul, and restful listening is a great way to receive these messages. It's been compared to the dormant seed under the winter snow, or the cocoon holding the butterfly. You might feel tired, or crave quiet solitude. It's important to make space for the unfolding of the spirit at this time. Like death itself, it's preparation for the new beginning that begins with the crescent.
 

 

The Dark Moon and Women's Cycles:
You've probably heard about the "menstruation hut" of matriarchal and so-called primitve cultures. The dark of the Moon was one of those times when women gathered together to draw wisdom from the powerful psychic energy afoot. Often there was a merging of women's cycles -- as there is now when women live in close quarters -- and this created an amped up collective power. In the hut, women could share visions, divine messages and open to higher wisdom.
 
The Dark Moon and grief:
 Whenever we experience a deep loss, we are changed profoundly, which is a kind of death. This is considered a dark Moon phase, and lasts as long as it takes to fully integrate the experience. Sometimes others are made uneasy by our personal confusion, melancholy, soul angst, etc, and try to prevent us from fully dwelling in the dark. But taking a cue from nature, we can see that everything dies for a time, before coming alive again in a new form. Just like that, there are times when we die to our old self and are reborn to a new life.
 
The Dark Moon and the Seasons:
During the Winter Solstice, when the days are short (in the Northern Hemisphere), it's an inward time with a cozy intimate feeling. It's always a surprise to see the green things come to life again after being stripped to such a bare state. The growth at this time is underground, hidden, but powerful because it's often the base, the roots.
The Dark Moon and Growing Older, Dying:
 In our own lives, there's a dark Moon phase toward the end as we prepare to enter the mystery of death. Often there is a convergence of memories, making time seem to run together. So many traditions believe the spirit carries on, but to where? This is the great unknown, and a dark Moon period that is taken on faith, with the hope of new life to come. The dark Moon is associated with the underworld, a seperate plane where the dead and almost born are together.
Are we living in a Dark Moon phase?:
In her book, Mysteries of the Dark Moon, Demetra George presented this concept. We live on a dying planet in the sense that her form is changing, from the rainforest floor to the air encircling her. Part of the dark Moon is a break-down of old systems, and letting go, and there's some review going on of how we've been living, what we believe, our relationship with the natural world. The new seeds are being planted, but there's still a lot of uncertainty and fear -- darkness. Seeing this time as a dark Moon period can put it in a broader perspective, with hope for a new beginning.
 
The Power of the Dark:

The dark Moon is private, intimate, richly renewing and full of depth. The waning Moon is a time of letting go, and as you're stripped of what you've known, there's a moment of standing naked, not knowing who you are. This might be what dying is like, an awesome mystery that makes us feel fully awake at that final moment. What comes next, we wonder?

I've found the dark Moon to be the most powerful time for organically unfolding soul-searching. The inner Self starts to grow in power, and make its presence known. Ideally, you can listen, integrate, and set intentions that will bring you into harmony with yourself during the waxing Moon.

Stillness is the key word for the dark Moon. Restful, rich solitude gives you the chance to hear that inner voice. With the lunar face hidden, the intuitive-psychic self takes over. Make space for a clearing of the mind and spirit, so that you can be ready to recieve.

There's a historic pattern of fearing the dark, and denying death. But it's a fact of nature, and if embraced, can be met as the winding down before the next new beginning. The Moon is associated with women, and many Goddesses like Hecate, Kali, Lilith, represent her dark aspect. The dark Moon reminds us of nature's cycles of death and rebirth. The grave and the womb become the same place, a transition when you're held in the mystery beyond physical existence.

Each dark Moon is a chance to be renewed, to experience unknowing, and to gain timeless wisdom. The dark Moon opens a door to the past, and it reaches back far into the collective memory. Make it a sacred time for yourself each month, a time to connect to the great mystery of life.

Source: This is original writing, the foundation of which came from the works of Vicki Noble, Demetra George, Judy Grahn, Starhawk and Elinor Gadon, to name a few.

 
 
   
 

...the fallacy of permanency...
  
   I live in a mud hut and when I cease to give it care it will cease to be...
   in as much as it is not that about me that is everlasting,
   it is only worthy of so much attention...
   only that which enables me to remain operational in this realm is worth investing...
   I'm speaking of the 'flesh'...
   or did you get it.
   
   And you, smiling like the 'Cheshire Cat', ask what I want...
   to devour you, of course...
   to inhale you into the nucleus and intricacies of my being
   for the purpose of giving birth to our "twin and triple selves".
  
   I want you to die from loving me.... 
   and live from me loving you.
 
lovespirit
 
 
 

   
And five years later

No, New Years isn't the proper day for reflections. At least not for me.

 

Since it is my Anniversary of my Would-Be-Death-Day (Happy Valentines Day, by the way,) I felt compelled to at least write something. Especially considering I've been absent for so long.

 

My lady "Love" has flown from view. But part of me isn't very surprised, that's just how things work out.

 

Yet, at the same time, I'm shown how really important things are to me. Places, people, everything. How important living is to me. It's kind of interesting, really. Of all the days the feel alive, it's this one. I see my life, and how open the road is. It's.. interesting. I've been taking things way too seriously. I've been trying to find meaning in things that have none. And it just doesn't matter. Especially allowing that fact to even cross my mind. I feel like a damn scientist at times. Trying to figuring how things work, and the mechanics behind everything -- the purpose.

 

It's only really dawned on me now that things don't need purpose to go on. Things continue to flow, and we need to look past all the bullshit and see life as just something. There to be whatever we make up it.


It's been so long since I've picked myself back up. For the longest time I thought I was dreaming. For the longest time I thought this world was such a wretched place. I mean, I still partially get away, but in different terms.

 

Regardless, my state of mind is improving. Fuck these counsellors and psychologists and medications. I forge my own path by leaning on myself. No longer crying for help and trying so desperately to seek people to lean on. I'm done. Finished. I almost feel as if I have died, like I'm a totally different person.

 

Maybe this is just the path I'm supposed to take. I suppose I shouldn't let anything try to shove me off of it. This is the way to be.

 

This is my life.

 

 

 
 
   
 

TEACHER, MASTER, LORD
At first I thought they were just words, just more blah blah, but one question led to another, and to another, and to another, and to another until at some point the language itself dissolved into doubt and I was no longer sure where I was, or why, or when it was, or who I was, or what I believed, or why I believed anything at all, and I awoke totally lost and speechless in an infinite and profound mystery, and that's when he opened the mystic door to the realm I had imagined to be only myth—and, when he beckoned, though I was scared, I stepped through, and then everything, everything changed, changed utterly, and there was no going back, not ever, no, not ever again.
 
 
 

   
Chapter 31: My Turn to Grieve
A few months ago I wrote a post about the passing of my fiancée's father.  I asked the audience, but really asked myself, if there would be the same devotion toward one of my family members as there was to him.

This weekend I found out.

My father's mother had a terrible disease that we knew would eventually kill her, but we didn't expect it to act so fast.

One day she was a fairly large woman, healthy in girth if nothing else, and then suddenly, inexplicably, she was a mirror image of Kristina's grandfather; comatose in bed, her mouth hanging open, her skin melting off her cheeks, her body arching involuntarily as she took deep breaths from an Oxygen mask.

And then, with no fanfare whatsoever, she was gone.

I wrote a short story inspired by her passing, but it has some material that could upset my family, so I won't include it in this blog.  At least not now.  But what I am going to do with it is submit it to writing contests and see where - if- I can place.  As I said before, my publishing efforts have been rejuvenated, and one way that I plan on getting an agent is by creating a body of work that has won writing contests, and using that as leverage.

So I'm going to start now, with the story of my grandmother's death.  I'll give you a list of contests I've submitted the piece too in future posts, and I'll keep you updated on my successes and failures.

I had an odd relationship with my grandmother.  I feel closer to her after writing her story than I did when she was alive.  I'm hoping something good can come out of that sad fact.          

 
 
   
 

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