Sweet watery goddess moon. I call on you when I am having trouble seeing what lays ahead of me. Two maidens light the way, yet both are blind to what happens down the road… for me. Both are oblivious to the next part of my path and offer little counsel, except to trust my intuition. Their shadows play tricks with my eyes, and without true clarity I find myself quieted. Afraid. Unsure. Sweet mothering goddess moon, help me to find my way in the dark, and discern illusion from reality. Please illuminate what is lost in the shadow. Please help me to see my best path.
{ And – She shifts. Slightly. Slowly. }
And the shadows bend and lengthen. A fog lifts and she casts streams of glistening light and truth on the landscape. Her silvery voice fills senses, “Moon child. I will dispel the illusions of the night. There is ancient wisdom down this road… and yet you must meander into my moonlit streams of unconscious trust, allowing your intuition to hear the gentle nudges of your knowing.” Her voice streams in, louder now, “find peace within the shadows and the unknowns, for there is deep magic there. Find deep truth in your own discernment, in the moment. Sometimes we cannot know until we walk the way.” I nod, knowing that my path is indeed a path of uncertainty at this time, and that fears will dissipate as the sun peeks over the horizon at dawn. I feel her gentle whispers as I walk,
“You were written in stardust , and folded through time, and the seas of illusion, are your mountains to climb.”