June 4, 2015
By Gabriel Hartley
Last night I was once again woken up at 3:30 A.M. This has been the case for years now, but this trend has been especially strong during the past two weeks. During this period, when I awaken I have the clear sense that some entity or another has deliberately woken me up in order to communicate with me, and usually I have a clear idea of who it is. But last night I was picking up a swirl of several different possible communicators with no real feel for who among this company might have woken me up. So given that by this point I was wide awake, I decided just to get up and start doing my tuning-in exercises until things got clearer.
As I walked into our yoga room I couldn’t help noticing how bright the moonlight was coming in through the window and glass door, so I went up to the door and looked out at the moon. The moon, having been full the night before, was dazzlingly beautiful. I immediately felt much happier at being awoken and greeted the moon by saying, “Hi, Luna!” Luna instantly responded with her typical “Hello, Gabriel,” and I instantly knew that she had been the one who had awoken me in the first place.
After gazing through the cloudy glass for a few minutes, I heard her suggest that I step out onto the upstairs deck to look at her directly, so I did. The difference was amazing. I stood there in awe, bathed in the moonlight and the beautiful night sounds of crickets and other animals. After a moment or two, realizing that I should be getting cold standing out in the crisp night air in my bare feet, sweatpants, and T-shirt, I thought for a second that I should go back inside. But Luna suggested that I stay outside with her. “Just notice,” she argued, “how pleasurable the cold night air feels against your skin when you stop worrying about discomfort. Such discomfort is simply an idea, an expectation that comes between you and your direct experience. Now just imagine that this cold air feels just as comforting as warm sunlight.”
Surprisingly, I immediately felt a warm blush throughout my skin and realized that she was right. This air still felt cold, but such a rich tactile relationship with the night air now felt comforting, even delicious in an unexpected way. So I let the cold sweep me away into a delirious swoon as I continued to gaze up at Luna’s brilliance. “How often,” I wondered, “do we deny ourselves such rich experiences simply because our ideas predetermine us to expect discomfort?”
As I let myself sink into this tactile swoon, I realized that this was a fleshly equivalent to the sense of being bathed in the beauty of the moon’s light. The glow on all of the world before me now enveloped me in its beauty. Soon I felt the soundscape draw me into just this same warm enveloping flow, and I began to feel utterly ecstatic in this bath of cold air, bright light, and rich sound. My entire bodily sensorium was aglow.
Among the night sounds I could pick out the splashing of animals in the creek just a hundred feet away, the slight breeze rustling in the trees, the insects, the night birds, and the distant coyotes.
Then I noticed the fireflies. There were just a few, maybe four or five covering the two or three acres I could see between me and the deep woods. The fireflies stood out in their glow against the already glowing landscape, and they appeared to be lighting up in some mysteriously choreographed pattern, a form of light music playing itself out before me in the moonlight.
Then I noticed spots of light glowing from the leaves of the apple tree just twenty feet or so in front of me. I thought this was some kind of optical illusion at first, but I soon realized that the tree was in fact lighting up before me as though a string of subtle Christmas lights was slowly glowing into brightness.
And only then did I begin to see the etheric swirl of the ring of elves that were dancing their gay circle dance in the light of the moon, drawing me into their dancing energetic flow. The spirits of the sky began swirling above, the water fairies sparkling and singing in the creeks surrounding the property, the Kachinas on the ridgetop softly chanting a solemn tune, and then Luna addressed me once more:
“See what miracles open up before you when you open yourself up to their possibility! Just such a miraculous opening awaits you at Serpent Mound, where you soon will be introduced to a new class of beings whom you have not yet met.”
By this point I was completely at one with everything in the universe, everything participating in this great cosmic moonlit dance and song. And Luna continued:
“This feeling of cosmic connection is your birth right. This is your human connection to All That Is. This is your path on this beautiful planet in this beautiful solar system. You are drawn into the Earth’s rhythms just as I myself am drawn into her gravitational field, and just as I influence Gaia’s own energetic flows in return. Each thing that exists has its own gravitational force that draws all things into relation with it, just as everything else draws it into the complete array of cosmic relations. The light and the dark, the positive and the negative, the warm and the cold—all are complementary moments in this cosmic dance, this ecstatic chorus as the universe flows into unity. You are a relational being, active and acted upon in a mutual energetic swoon of the cosmos. This is your birthright and your reason for being. Blessed are you, and blessed are all beings in this divine and infinite cosmos. Sleep well and remember this night always.”
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