Love Incarnate

Before bed, I remembered it was the night of the full moon. I couldn’t go to sleep without greeting it, looking into it, savoring it, the last full moon of the year 2013. Outside, the trunks of the sycamore trees were glowing in the light, and the shadows they cast on themselves were of a quiet and soulful beauty. I stepped onto the deck and sat down on the patio in a spot where the moonlight was flowing down all over me. The light was so clean... I felt it was sterilizing my whole being. So glad I was to have come out to discover this scene; I felt how sore my spirit was, and that I merely had to take the few steps out the door to begin anew. I was awed, soothed, revived, healed by soft, cool, and swift moonbeams. My imagination ran out into the shadows, answering a primal fairy call in the trees near the ancient creek.

There was also a gentle wind whispering through the night, sometimes silent. The silence between the wind was so complete that I could hear a leaf fall in the distance, or a boulder roll over in the creek. For awhile, I just looked up at the moon and felt it’s power. I let my thoughts go where they wanted. I traveled the usual spectrum of fears, feelings, twinges; I realized how I had let THEM become my life. I thought of how white the light of the moon was, and that led to thoughts of the chant of protection: “I hereby surround myself with the white light of protection.” I spoke this aloud uncountable times. I looked to my right and there was a black cat, I looked to my left and there was a white cat. Soon the words “I AM surrounded by the white light of protection” emerged from my lips. I felt how my fears were surmountable by conscious self-protection; I took example from the moon. She is herself, and all energy directed at her is reflected back. She doesn’t absorb; she passes forward the light and dispels the darkness, while allowing it. She downplays the darkness, diluting it in the beauty of total night, and in the silence, the stillness, she nurtures budding mystery. I thanked her. I thanked the world for my life. I asked for help to fully live it. The wind rose from stillness into crescendo within one moment, as if in raucous hilarity at my question.

I felt called to clothe myself in light, in her light, in her honour. I unzipped my robe, let it slip off my shoulders, and lifted my heart to the sky. Looking down, I saw my skin glowing. I saw that in this light, I was perfect, and beautiful, a simple child of father universe and mother nature; loved, supported, and enjoyed. I reveled in the beauty of the moon, and she in the beauty of me, and we once again taught each other how loved we are, and how we are physical embodiments of Love Incarnate. I felt renewed in my life desire to bring forth the full acceptance and realization of this to others, just by simple living of this timeless ecstasy, reminding that there is nothing to regret, no way to forsake this truth other than by just forgetting it. Remembrance soaked deep into my being; pure, unadulterated light saturated me to the core. I had forgotten for a long while.