Sisters of the Moon, there is a new story to be told. It’s a tale of the coming of a great and much needed change. It brings with it a different way of seeing ourselves and our relationship to all of creation. It speaks not of a hierarchy, but rather it celebrates a wondrous circle of oneness. As with all new growth, this seed of consciousness begins its germination in the midst of darkness.,,, just as everything seems to be at its very blackest.
After many years of such darkness – so ominous that when any glimmer of light appeared, it was quickly sucked up in a whirling black hole of suffering – the whole world cried out in anguish for an unknown change in the fabric of time. It was at that moment when that little seed of change started to grow. In the black of the night sky, a full moon appeared as an orb of brilliant promise, illuminating the fears of the most vulnerable as they they ceased their crying and watched in wonder. Out of that deep painful purple of emptiness, there emerged a beautiful image of a woman. She did not arrive, as women are expected to, with her head bowed in submission and her eyes cast downward. No, rather this woman’s presence was a grand sight of empowerment and great determination. Her eyes revealed an intent that was unmistakable as she wielded a luminous sword that reflected the promising light of that full moon.
A hush of anticipation filled the dark world, as everyone watched her swing her sword, that was engraved with the ancient knowledge of the Divine Feminine. She cut deep into the dark illusion that had shrouded the great vision of Truth on earth for thousands of years. People, who had long forgotten the possibility of goodness, shrank back expecting the end of hope. However, the woman’s silver sword was not a weapon meant to end life, but instead this was an instrument whose purpose was to revive it.
As light was pouring out of the deep gash made in the darkness by her sword, eleven Moon energy centers within the woman began to spiral and glow as bright as the radiant moon in the sky. The woman looked down at the people, who were staring at her in wonder, as she said, “No longer will I tolerate my rivers and seas to be polluted and my air and winged ones poisoned. I will not allow the sanctuary of my woodland creatures, who call the trees their home, to be stripped from the land by greed and ignorance. No, I will not permit another tree to be cut down in the name of profit when the loss is so much greater than any amount of money. No more will your Mother Earth be torn apart in search of coveted energy which always can be freely acquired without such violence to her.”
With the speaking of her words, all of creation, was now illumined by a feminine energy as the woman raised her sword of Truth and swept away the lies of scarcity that humanity had built its world upon. The ideas of plenty and gratitude then moved up through the decay of deceit peeling it away like a snake shedding the skin that no longer fit its body. The fear that had been taught, keeping all in bondage, was transformed, as anger was replaced by compassion. The deep purple grief and sadness felt by the masses then faded into the bright colors of joy. The desire to dominate and conquer fell away as peace inspired a grateful heart in all. From this moment on, no child would suffer by not knowing his or her worth. Now all eyes were open to the power of love rather than hate. No person would ever try to hurt another to quiet the intolerable pain of self loathing within. All creatures everywhere, both two legged and four, now had found their destined place in the family of things. No one was left out; no one felt abandoned. Rejoicing with the reassurance of this knowing, everyone began to sing a song of life that even awakened the angels.
That ancient message of peace and goodwill the angels had proclaimed so many years ago, finally had come to pass. As the angels celebrated this fulfillment, adding their words of hope to the music of humanity, the benevolence of their harmony filled up the vast cosmos with a great and wondrous star, even brighter than the one of long ago. But unlike that first stellar event, the light from this magnificent star was not alone in the sky. On this holy night, this wondrous star was made even brighter by the radiant light shining from each and every person. And under the full moon that night, there was finally that promised peace on Earth, and in each heart there rested that long awaited message of goodwill to all.
“The Rebirth of Light”
Let it be so!