Carrying Presence

An intense Gemini Supermoon

Yesterday, Morning Flock seemed to cover the skies, stitching magic between cloud and sunlight, weaving a net of movement for the emerging moon. What looked like hundreds of the Canadas that winter here took to the skies. The message was visceral. “It is safe to remember now.” Atypical patterns flowed overhead, defying the logic of the ‘V’ formation. New pathways and designs emerged. The sunrise symphony brought tears to my slightly sleep-filled eyes. Something is happening. Oh yes, today is the Full Moon. What do the geese know that my mind does not?

“What wisdom soars through your daily life? What might you be ignoring?”

My response was a sort of autopilot, “Nothing, I hope. Let’s fly.”

I could see an ancient order. Temples, bodies, life, aligned with the stars, waiting to be breathed into life by the light of a Supermoon. A Gemini moon. The gathering together of all available data into a new direction {Sagittarius}. The weaving of truth from old paths into new. Ketu and Rahu, the south and north nodes in Vedic astrology, flowing together as the dragon line that they are. A harmonic pillar of light, so fluid, so brilliant that my physical eyes closed in protest. The seeing persisted. I watched as inner worlds coalesced into readiness for the approaching Solstice. I could scarcely breathe from wonder.

And then, I moved through my day. Appointments were lovely. The exact alignment of the Full Moon approached. The light was grand. As the window expanded, I felt both energized and dissolved. About par, one might say. The moonlight was exquisite, falling on snow that blankets the garden just now. “Deep and crisp and even.” Isn’t it funny how music memories are often perfect? A friend wrote to let me know she was moon-bathing and wished we could share it together. I replied, from my seat inside a window, that we certainly could, even with distance and the cold here. Such Grace and beauty. It was a wonderful moment.

Then, this morning, in the waning light of the moon, I had a lucid dream. I was seated with a rishi at the Quirang, on the Isle of Skye. It was some kind of something, if you know what I mean. There were a few others there. Some kind of gathering, I opened my eyes from meditation with an odd burning inside me. This part of me wanted to know. A leftover student-seeker program, I supposed. I chuckled, in the dream, remembering the Crystal Skulls film and what can happen when human minds get uppity. Then, the odd friar-tuck looking man opened his eyes from meditation and startled a bit at my determined stare. A truth was somehow shifting elusively.

“I want to understand this,” I projected, rather fiercely. That kind of querying is not normal for me, so I noticed his shrug and echoed it with my own. At that point, movement seemed wise, so I left the rock upon which I was seated, determined to continue my hike along the shoulder trail that traverses the mountainside. I had to sort of roll off the rock, as it was large, and once I stood up and dusted myself off, I focused again on the path. That felt safe and familiar to my dreaming body. Hmm. Something to hold onto in the midst of transformation?

The mountainside remained in one aspect of dreaming, but beneath the surface, it shifted into the Infinite field of stars. “Oh!” I realized I had lost my bearings in that dreamscape and promptly woke up in the physical. “Well, that was odd.” I am usually quite happy to be afloat among the stars. The fact that they were all in motion was new. Perhaps that was the basis of my query. Perception is shifting. All is well. I felt that the dream was proceeding still, and that, of course, I would see what I needed to see when and if I needed to see it. Much gratitude.

The Quirang is a power spot in Scotland that I truly admire. It holds galactic access in many dimensions in its great wave of Earth. Scotland has been on my mind of late, so I figured those thoughts had informed the dream. Had they? What was happening? What was the Rishi? Why that image? What was the Supermoon revealing? Then I laughed because that sort of questing query is, at best, silly. Sometimes resistance can arrive in the form of ‘wanting to know.’ Did you know? LOL

What a glorious Supermoon this is. Its Presence is worth being with whatever comes. This lunation is assisting our dreaming. What a gift, if we let it. It is safe to remember. And, it is time.

Infinite love and Happy Supermoon!
Nalini