Full Blood Moon : Tuesday, April 15th 12:42pm PST
As I sit here composing this post I am with the shadow of me. The darkest places of my psyche that sit on the dark side of the moon, gazing into a vast sea of stars and the Mystery of all I do not know I am. This full moon in the sign of Libra turns FULL just a few hours after Pluto, the lord of the underworld, the ruler of the deep unconscious, turns retrograde, amplifying and illuminating all that no longer serves. And just a few moments after the moon, in it's splendor, passes into the amber shadow of the earth in a total lunar eclipse. In the energy of this blood moon, all that sits in my ceremonial death lodge is available and on display, awaiting the homage and reflection of all things seen and unseen, come to pay their respects. Come to say goodbye.
Much is up for us right now, as individuals, and as a collective. The energy of the Grand Cross involving Pluto, Uranus, Jupiter and Mars which takes place April 20-22nd, as well as the energy of the blood moon eclipse in Libra, asks us to be in a space of re-examining relationship. Our relationship to ourselves, our human and other-than-human world, our work and our home. It is breakthrough or breakdown time. It is an intense crucible through we we pass, willingly or unwillingly to the next and new.
How we interact with the energies at hand is up to us. Do we surrender to Mystery within and without, allowing ourselves to be molded and shaped, refined and alchemized, or do we fight, holding on with two shaky hands to identities, ways of being and interacting, old stories and actions that are on the threshold of death?
To let go, and be in the shadow is to welcome all that we don't know we are. All that we are becoming. This moon reminds us, the brighter the light, the darker the shadow.
I am reminded of a poem by Rilke;
The Man Watching
I can tell by the way the trees beat, after
so many dull days, on my worried windowpanes
that a storm is coming,
and I hear the far-off fields say things
I can't bear without a friend,
I can't love without a sister.
The storm, the shifter of shapes, drives on
across the woods and across time, and the world looks as if it had no age:
the landscape, like a line in the psalm book,
is seriousness and weight and eternity.
What we choose to fight is so tiny!
What fights with us is so great.
If only we would let ourselves be dominated as things do by some immense storm,
we would become strong too, and not need names.
When we win it's with small things,
and the triumph itself makes us small.
What is extraordinary and eternal does not want to be bent by us.
I mean the Angel who appeared to the wrestlers of the Old Testament:
when the wrestlers' sinews
grew long like metal strings,
he felt them under his fingers
like chords of deep music.
Whoever was beaten by this Angel
(who often simply declined the fight)
went away proud and strengthened
and great from that harsh hand,
that kneaded him as if to change his shape.
Winning does not tempt that man.
This is how he grows: by being defeated, decisively,
by constantly greater beings.
~ Rainer Maria Rilke
Full Moon in Libra Asks: In what way can you allow Mystery to shape you?
RITUAL Suggestion: Let the earth compost your struggle.
Create a safe ceremonial space. Draw a circle around you, bringing in only your journal and a pen. Center and ground yourself in your way. Begin to write out your personal mythology. The story of YOU...all of the experiences and stories that have molded you to who you believe yourself to be - both the "good" and the "bad". When complete, dig a hole in the center of your circle. Place your story and all future stories, into the hands of the Mysterious unknown, buried into the dark of the hole. As you cover your story over with earth allow yourself to feel a surrendering into what is to come. A fluid resonance with the greater flow of life, a lightness of being. You are not alone.
Offer your breath and your thanks. Close the ceremony in your way.