you’ve not known living until you’ve danced around a fire under the Moon with loved ones, you’ve not known living until you’ve swayed with the Moon, you’ve not known the life that has been lost in modernity. you’ve not known the goddess until you’ve let her Moonbeams seize you and make you move as she sees fit, you’ll feel like a puppet pulled by her strings, and you’ll relish each moment of it, you’ll see that that body of yours wasn’t being used properly, it’s potential not being fulfilled, until you let Her take control. you’ll begin to see that there is a sickness shared by most of the first world, and that sickness is marked by deprivation of Moonlight — it is estrangement not just from the goddess, but estrangement from the beautiful mystery that makes life worth living. It is the unspoken wisdom that looks like insanity from the outside, but is the only truly sane thing in this world. It is chaos that makes all truly orderly.
Oh, the Moon!
Is there anyone else who has been touched by her magic? Is there anyone else that has seen her for the panacea that she is? My heart swells with gratitude.
Please, do me a favor and sit alone with the Moon. Look not just with your eyes, but open your heart to Her. No, do not buy into the myth spread in our paradigm of spiritual paralysis that she is inanimate. No, look to the seas given life by Her, look to the tide, and know that all of the aliveness of those oceans exist with Her, in Her, because of Her. Look not just with your eyes, but with your heart. Let your heart be like the face of the Moon — she is a mirror of that happy Sunshine, but then let yourself be a reflection of that reflection, a mirror of that mirror, the cycle is complete once the Sun-Moon duality is turned into a triad, you the critical point needed for completion.
THE CLOSET MYSTIC 