The Disseminating Moon, The Yellow Stone and a Tuning Fork

It is 03:44 local time as I am writing. The Disseminating Moon, my natal Moon phase, has just entered Virgo and crossed over my descendent. It will soon meet my natal Sun.

Till now this Moon cycle has been a very powerful one…and I was awaiting what will happen in the disseminating phase that began yesterday.

I have been awake for more than an hour. I shall blame it on a delicious Nutty cake that has raw cocoa in it and that I ate a small piece for lunch. That is the reason my mind wants to stick with.

The reason my heart wants to stick with is another…

In the living room there is a purple box, a gift I was given yesterday. In that box there is something I never thought I would have. A small piece of yellow stone from a sacred site in Malta.

That yellow stone, that I usually dream in my dreams, has just whispered me out of my sleep. And I had to open the box and take it out.

I know those voices, they are the Spirits of my native land. They are those same voices that 30 years ago would make me wake up in the middle of the night, go on the roof and watch stars.

They are the Temple Builders People that part of their DNA is in my blood. They are my Ancestors, my invisible friends.

They are the Ancient Wisdom to whom I vowed to be a Guardian and a Keeper in this lifetime and many others.

They are the creators of my dreams…

Yes, my friends are right, the Temples are calling all their children from all over the world to come and listen.

I know that Voice. 

It vibrates in my very core, in my bones, and in many lifetimes.

It is as intimate as the dance of primordial space in my body.

It makes me hum like a Tuning Fork that even from afar recognises its own frequency.

And all I can do is listen and hum….listen and hum….listen and hum…

To a lullaby that out of chaos creates life.

Virgo New Moon 2014

(This piece of writing came to me whilst I was on the balcony watching the stars (and two shooting stars) and listening to this song after a sleepless night and an exhausting day decluttering my study and trying to make sense out of my life.

Benjy Wertheimer – One River

I suggest reading this writing following the rhythm of the drums, as you please, letting yourself be carried by the eternal beat of life in its daily earthly rituals that talk to our Soul. Enjoy!)

There is always a place I will somehow call home,

It is somewhere amongst those stars,

I keep on staring at nearly ever night.

And each time I trespass the door of that home,

something makes me feel safe.

Something reminds me,

soothes my frail nerves,

my aching heart,

doubting soul.

A Voice whispers...

that I am following a Thread,

a magical Web...

A tortuous River,

woven in many lifetimes,

in many epochs,

far and near...

And each time,

however extremely different the situation is.

I somehow,

finally return to that home,

to that call,

to that unmistakable Whisper.

That formulates its Sense,

in between the Silences,

emerging from primordial Chaos,

bubbling with Divine Order.

Be it under a tree in the city of Velia,

Under the Menhir guarding the Megalithic temples of the Goddess,

Near the well of a mediaeval cloister,

Amongst blossoming night white flowers on the ziggurat,

Or near the Nile watching the Orion rise,

celebrating the blessings of a new New Year.

I always come back to this call,

where my Logic fails,

my Ego surrenders,

as It remembers in its bones,

as a burning mark on the skin,

that pierces the Soul,

and robs away the sleep from the night.

Of a promise,

of a service.

Beyond Me,

Yet only through Me.

The eternal doubting Me.

Imbolc 2014

Here I am dear Goddess Brigid,

in front of you,

as the Sun,

behind the dense raining clouds,

is swiftly crossing the horizon.

I pledge for one year and a day,

to stop and listen,

to what Nature has to say.

I pledge to protect and honour Her.

Listen to Her cycles,

and learn to understand them,

not only with the mind,

but also with the heart.

I pledge for one year and a day,

to diligently study the stars,

as a metaphor of the energy within.

To trust in miracles,

synchronicities,

and Divine providence.

For those who shall ask,

they will receive.

Guidance is all I seek.

You came into my dreams,

to remind me of who I need,

the aged soul seeded in me,

A Guardian of the Sacred Fire,

A Keeper of the Ancient Traditions.

As above so below.

So may I be blessed,

in this journey to be set,

for year and a day ahead.

Brigid by JessiBeans on deviantART