Satori
Great info lucifall. I loved reading that post, and I learned a lot from it.
For me, I have had a hard time with always giving the Moon the bad rap, saying it is all about lunacy or insanity. I think that we can teeter there, but the moment between the day and sunset...that moment before we lose the light and plunge into mystery, is very magical. There is a transition occurring. We move from the known and the seen into the unseen and the potentially unknown.
However, as I teach my kids, the same things that we were able to see during the daylight hours, are still there cloaked in moonlight and shadow. At night it is a little bit harder to be brave, to withstand the fears that plague our minds. Somehow we as humans weaken without the light to keep us safe.
The night does hold a gift for us. It is during the night, and during the moonlit hours, that we lay down and rest, and allow ourselves time to replenish. We sleep. We journey deeper into the darkness, because we close our eyes, and suddenly we are even more alone. All the world outside our eyes suddenly vanishes....and we are encased within our own minds, with only our own thoughts, no external visual stimuli to intefere with our getting acquainted with our selves.
And of course, we dream. I imagine dreams were a little frightening to our ancestors. The subconscious owns our dreams, and so owns the night, the darkness, the void. But now we know that we are not completely at the mercy of the subconscious mind when dreaming. Consider Lucid dreaming for a moment. We can have some control of the dreamtime....but not completely.
Now we know that the dreamtime is necessary for our sanity. That in order to stay sane, we not only need sleep, we need to dream. So the flights of fancy, the stretching of our reality, the moments when the dreaming mind shakes free of the ego and of the conscious mind are truly the times when we rescue our very essence from insanity. We order the chaos of the mind and experiment with the fantastic when we sleep and dream.
So to me, the Moon card is a sort of celebration of the very private time that awaits me when I sleep. It reminds me that this little death is rich with image and creativity, the very fulcrum upon which my sanity and creative mind find healing and replenishment with in. It is the sanctum of the Spirit.
For me, I have had a hard time with always giving the Moon the bad rap, saying it is all about lunacy or insanity. I think that we can teeter there, but the moment between the day and sunset...that moment before we lose the light and plunge into mystery, is very magical. There is a transition occurring. We move from the known and the seen into the unseen and the potentially unknown.
However, as I teach my kids, the same things that we were able to see during the daylight hours, are still there cloaked in moonlight and shadow. At night it is a little bit harder to be brave, to withstand the fears that plague our minds. Somehow we as humans weaken without the light to keep us safe.
The night does hold a gift for us. It is during the night, and during the moonlit hours, that we lay down and rest, and allow ourselves time to replenish. We sleep. We journey deeper into the darkness, because we close our eyes, and suddenly we are even more alone. All the world outside our eyes suddenly vanishes....and we are encased within our own minds, with only our own thoughts, no external visual stimuli to intefere with our getting acquainted with our selves.
And of course, we dream. I imagine dreams were a little frightening to our ancestors. The subconscious owns our dreams, and so owns the night, the darkness, the void. But now we know that we are not completely at the mercy of the subconscious mind when dreaming. Consider Lucid dreaming for a moment. We can have some control of the dreamtime....but not completely.
Now we know that the dreamtime is necessary for our sanity. That in order to stay sane, we not only need sleep, we need to dream. So the flights of fancy, the stretching of our reality, the moments when the dreaming mind shakes free of the ego and of the conscious mind are truly the times when we rescue our very essence from insanity. We order the chaos of the mind and experiment with the fantastic when we sleep and dream.
So to me, the Moon card is a sort of celebration of the very private time that awaits me when I sleep. It reminds me that this little death is rich with image and creativity, the very fulcrum upon which my sanity and creative mind find healing and replenishment with in. It is the sanctum of the Spirit.