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When the Moon Meets the Sun   70 comments

 

 

“A New Moon is a brand new doorway to walk through…

Wherever you are in the world, if you will look to the sky, the only light you will see up there, are softly twinkling stars.

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The night before New Moon, is known as the night of the balsamic moon.  It is a time that focuses on confidence, creativity and generosity, a time that may bring about a desire for contemplation and preparation. We are here on Earth at this time in history to be agents of change and growth.  Discard what no longer serves your life.  Re-balance yourself.  Know yourself.

Most importantly, remember that we all need our “dark time”— the time we are not visible, where we are softly planning and nurturing our knowledge in a quiet and private space.  The space where intuition grows.

Your soul knows the geography of your destiny. Your soul alone has the map of your future, therefore you can trust this indirect, oblique side of yourself. If you do, it will take you where you need to go, but more important it will teach you a kindness of rhythm in your journey. 
~ John O’Donohue, Anam Cara: A Book of Celtic Wisdom

You have the chance to explore your sense of self and discover something new about who you are. Don’t be afraid to be who you are. Trying to be anyone else is a waste of your beautiful, unique spirit.

This the gift of the dark, balsamic moon. – enjoy!

newMoonThere is a vitality, a life force, an energy, a quickening that is translated through you into action, and because there is only one of you in all time, this expression is unique. And if you block it, it will never exist through any other medium and will be lost. 
~ Martha Graham”

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The Magic of the Moon song –

When the Moon meets the Sun on a late summer’s night.

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A Polaris moon spun gently in alien star- blue wolf eyes… A galaxy of possibilities swirling around a spinning polarity solarised by the dull orange-gold glow of a fiery, giant sun. Glowing embers of sun-forged fire woke, rotating slowly along the ever spinning lines of polarity. Even a small switch in the bands of polarity would change the outcome for the viewer in a Nano-second, transforming their perception of the universe in the blink of an ice wolf’s eye, exchanging ember-red-giant sun for its exact solar opposite; defined by the red shifts, and the rainbow of possibilities that mirrored the visions of the future, and the “Labyrinth of the Night” (Labyrinthis Noctis) where the black wolves of Mars were born.

Behind her lay the roiling Jovian storm clouds bruised and darkly brooding, driven on by screaming winds and the occasional howl. Ahead, glowing embers of the red-giant sun, its remnants burning red-gold against the skeletal silhouettes of shadowy black tree trunks.

The stars called softly. There was a thrill in the night sky. The Star born of Europa shivered elatedly in glittering, timeless shards of planetary-light pillows in the new moon mist gliding across the regolith. A magical qualitative excited her senses twinkling in darkness and light and the cool embrace of another world, on the rim of the galaxy, cooling the contours of the high-modern architecture.

Soft New moon winds shimmered with elfin light through moon darkened whiskers, tickling her senses with a New moon night’s perception. It created in her an eagerness to step up into the drifting alienness of the night’s cool New moon, mysterious and gothic in the magic of the last nights of late summer’s golden glow and the first hints of early autumn’s onset; the sounds of the night a haunting interstellar music that stirred distant memories; and she gazed into the past and the future, a thousand worlds away.

©Europa’s Icewolf 2013

Urban MoonSong Wolf   19 comments

~Magic of the Moon-Song~Urban Moon Wolf~

 

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~Urban Moon Wolf~The Voice of the Night~

“If you listen close at night you will hear the creatures of the dark, all of them sacred – the owls, the crickets, the frogs, the night birds. And you will hear beautiful songs, songs you have never heard before. Listen with your heart. Never stop listening.”

~ Henry Quick Bear (Lakota)

Glowing, hazy auroras surrounding the black magic star wolf, his intense gaze fixed on the entrance to the Wolf-ways. Solstice solar-flare black-moon wolf fired with lunar ice and alive with skating bursts of solar energy sliding in burning gold bolts across his silken coat, illuminating the heart-power of the solitary intergalactic moon wolf, racing upstate through his sun-fired body with the flames of life and interstellar dreams.

He paused, head thrown high eyes to galactic space, alight with the fire and the power of the celestial wolf, the light of every wolf- way that had ever been, shining in a light brighter than the morning sun. He tossed star-black head, soft velvet fur shining gently in the lunar night. Looking out, alert, across the radar topped office buildings, the cool future-night sky beyond and above them, tiny sleepy clouds trailing wisps amongst the murmuring sighs of the music of the cosmos.

The silence of eternity captured in an interplanetary dream. Pools of black lunar light sinking silently into the mystery of dark moon visions, catching the rippling, silken moon beams in fluid star-black eyes. Dream catcher. He halted in the mists of time, poised on the edge of forever, distant astral gaze seeing into eternity in timeless wonder. Fathomless voids of high-tech future biospheres encompassing tomorrow’s dreams in a future reality far from the timeless zones that stretched ahead of him, reaching out in wisps of interworld light clouds.

Fire moons danced and swayed across the darkened, sultry wolf-fired eyes, drifting and swirling past night shadowed canyons. Troughs and peaks of sharp, jutting alien-rock formations reaching endlessly into smoked-fire skies of a night world of volcanoes – reflected in the all-seeing eyes of the Fire Wolves of Io.

“Those worlds in space are as countless as all the grains of sand on all the beaches of Earth”

“We on Earth have just awakened to the great oceans of space and time from which we emerged. We are the legacy of 15 billion years of cosmic evolution. It is well within our power to destroy our civilisation and perhaps our species as well…But we are also capable of using our compassion and our intelligence, our technology and our wealth to make an abundant and meaningful life for every inhabitant of this planet.”

~ Carl Sagan (Journeys in Time and Space)

©Europa’s Icewolf 2011 (All Rights Reserved)

New Moon Wolves   16 comments

~Moon Song Wolf~

The Silence of Eternity

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“Those worlds in space are as countless as all the grains of sand on all the beaches of Earth” ~ Carl Sagen

Lunar frost mountain tops contrasted with the stark black of cosmic space, the cold glitter of distant stars strangely bright in the clear skies. A New Moon star wolf watched silently from the ghostly lunar sentinels and alien crags and rock faces, dusted with layers of silvered regolith. Star silvered moon watcher on an alien moon

A sliver of sunlight slanted above the horizon. The first shadow of dark ring world system rising on moons dawn lit horizon, the impossible deep purple world rising steadily to hang in silent ringed beauty, filling the entire horizon of the moon world. The New moon star wolf watched silently. Viewing the silence of eternity for the first time, caught in its dark ringed alienness.

New wolf moon. Huge and bold it hung dark and shadowed in a mystical sky high over the Europan plains home of the wolf gates. Moon wolf watching. Glowing silver star wolf answering the call of its star kindred, calling the haunting song of the time-moon wolf across the red skins of another world, a mysterious, matted globe glowing dimly in the sky of another world.

Standing against the roiling storm banks, rearing up ahead, dark, brooding green and blue storm clouds stealing menacingly across a wind-blown horizon.

The rainbows of life following the storms…

The song of the stars echoing gently the void that was Europa’s outer limits. The velvet blackness of interstellar space . Tiny moons dwarfed by the mother world’s size and luminosity glittering silently in the winking void, tiny star-ships moving steadily closer through the silent darkness.

As the ancient myth makers knew we are children of the Earth and the sky. We on Earth have just awakened to the great oceans of space and time from which we emerged. We are the legacy of 15 billion years of cosmic evolution. One of the great revelations of the age of space exploration is the image of the Earth, finite and lonely and somehow vulnerable, bearing the entire human species through the oceans of space and time. ~ (Who speaks for Earth)

The sky calls to us. If we do not destroy ourselves, we will one day venture to the stars. ~ (The Backbone of the Night) Carl Sagen