If you’ve been reading my blog for very long you know that I will sometimes write about my take on the influences of a particular phase of the moon.

More often than not I write about those moon phases that directly affect me or someone I know or love.

This is one of those times.

I’m going to leave the details of the full moon and lunar eclipse on November 30 in the very capable hands of someone with mighty skills, keen insight, and an encyclopedic understanding of how all the elements of an astrology reading act and react, Astrology King. <— That’s a link, by the way. Click it. Read it word for word. Then come back here and we’ll talk some more.

(Pick your metaphor for the passing of time: Crickets. Wind in the trees. An owl hooting.) Aaaand….

Back so soon? Wow! You’re a fast reader!

So, what did you think? Sounds like fun, right? Yeah, that’s what I thought too.

Now that you’ve gotten the low low-down about the influences of this potentially-less-than-joyful moon from the good folks at AK, I’m going to weave an exciting tale that I hope will show you how to deal with those pesky cosmic forces.

I call this one “Four friends are at the beach one day.” Yes, I know it’s a lame title. Im a northerner. Land of the obvious. We do things like name our brown dogs “Brown Dog”and our towns “Fairview”, which really does have a fair view. Anyway, it’s a northern thing. Now, on to the tale!

—-

Four friends are at the beach one day. Their names are Doug and Misty and Rolf and Virginia. Each of them has a life jacket on. Not because they’re especially safety conscious but because in the reality they exist in (i.e. the authors mind, so let’s just call it Authorsland) everyone is born with a life jacket.

It’s an unpredictable day, which is normal for this fictional continuum. That is to say that all days are unpredictable. One can only expect change in Authorsland and no one is ever disappointed in that expectation. And it’s Beach Day, which is the day that Doug and Misty and Rolf and Virginia go to the beach.

So, Doug and Misty and Rolf and Virginia all decide to go into the water at the same time and just as they do the wind picks up and waves begin to churn and Doug is instantly thrown off his feet. Misty decides to dive head first into the very wave that knocked Doug off his feet and Virginia chooses to body surf back to shore on it.

Rolf is standing firm and enjoying the rocking motion of the waves and the wind until Doug starts screaming, “Help! I’m drowning!” which startles and confuses Rolf since all Doug needs to do is stand up. And besides, he has a life jacket. He was born with it. So he says, “Stand up, Doug. You’re fine, you have a life jacket.”

Doug doesn’t hear him though because he’s too busy flailing and screaming in panic and the waves have increased in size and temper and are drawing him out to sea.

Meanwhile, Misty has continued diving head first into every wave that comes her way and is now almost to the horizon and poor Virginia, who didn’t take into account the direction of the wave and the rocky shore, is now beached and bleeding.

Rolf calls out to Misty, now just a tiny dot on the horizon. “Misty! Come back! I can hardly see you!” But Misty, unaware of her predicament, is carried out to sea and is never seen again.

Rolf calls out to Virginia, broken and bloody. “Virginia, are you okay? You appear to be broken and bloody.”

“I’m not sure” said Virginia.

Rolf tries to help his friend Doug but the waves are too strong so he turns to Virginia instead. He helps her to her feet and cleans her up. Virginia will be okay so he says, “You will be okay, Virginia.”

He looks again to see where Doug is, still complaining that he’s drowning snd says “Doug, you’ve been drowning for twenty minutes now, I think you’ll be okay. Just wait for the tide to go out and you can walk back.”

He said this because the tide was going out and Doug could walk back. He didn’t tell him it would be a difficult walk with all the muck and mud. Doug would find that out for himself soon enough.

When Doug finally made his way back to shore he was worn and weary. He looked around and asked, “Where is Misty?”

“Misty is gone” said Virginia.

“Oh” said Doug. He was not surprised because he had learned to expect the unexpected.

Then Doug and Virginia and Rolf went home.

—-

Okay. So it’s not a great story and it’s lacking the slightest bit of plot and it’s probably left you wondering what the hell any of that has to do with anything. Especially a full moon. So I’ll tell you.

The wind the waves are the influence of the positions of the moon and planets and stars. They can sway you and toss you and even carry you away or smash you into something nasty or make like difficult. But if you know where you are supposed to be you can always find your way back.

Sometimes a person might knowingly or unknowingly allow themselves to be carried away and that rarely works out well because if you allow the sea to take you anywhere it goes then you’ll just be lost at sea. If you do decide to jump in head first and see what happens then never lose sight of shore. So long as you can see it you can always find your way back.

Often, if we aren’t paying attention, we are swept off our feet or crash into a part of the shore that isn’t on the path we took to get there because we don’t stand our ground and just enjoy the motion. Just pick yourself up, shake off the sand, and make your way back to where you were. It won’t be far.

I probably could have told a better story and tied it all together tighter but I’ve been adrift for a while and was knocked off my feet for the last week or so and am just now finding them again so I cobbled this together in the last minute just to get it out there.

Anyway, I think you’ll get the point.

The waves of this full moon are extra strong, so be prepared. Do your best to remain grounded and let the waves wash over you. You may get tossed around a little but they can only carry you away if you let them. Stand firm and try to enjoy the experience.

And remember, you were born with a life jacket. No matter what happens, you won’t drown.

Image by Frank McKenna.

Published by J M Greff

J M Greff is the rambling author, trucker philosopher, peace loving hippie, spiritual warrior, backpacking pantheist, wandering minstrel, and poet fool who created A Caravan of One for you. View all posts by J M Greff