The full supermoon has passed, thank goodness. I am not a fan of any full moon, though some are better than others. In Washington DC last night, the moon was hidden behind a substantial layer of clouds. I saw beautiful pictures on Facebook. Better the pictures than facing the actual moon itself. As Tess of the blog Willow Manor would say, hasta la vista, ole devil moon!
My friend Steve commented that what I call the devil is the same thing as delusion. Can I qualify that? It's the delusion that what you want is only available through external sources. It's a state of mind that convinces the person who is possessed that they are weak and do not have access to all the things they imagine will make them happier. It's the delusion of weakness and the idea that someone or something other than you holds the keys to your happiness. It makes people needy, clingy, codependent. It creates obsession and addiction. The devil is a seriously toxic delusion that ruins every chance for happiness rather than the other way around.
I love the image of the Devil card in the Rider-Waite tarot. The people are in chains, but it's clear they could easily escape if they wanted to. The chains hang loose around their necks. They feel imprisoned but it is a prison of their own making. Yep.
What's holding them there? They don't even look scared.
I love the image of the Devil card in the Rider-Waite tarot. The people are in chains, but it's clear they could easily escape if they wanted to. The chains hang loose around their necks. They feel imprisoned but it is a prison of their own making. Yep.
It was a weird week. Passing through a membrane to a slightly different universe is rather thrilling, somewhat disorienting, but in the case of the past week, it seems to be a smart move. I'm very glad it's over. Ole Beezlebub has retreated from my awareness a little bit. Thank God! And now, onwards and upwards. I have a busy day of work today, always a good thing. I love my work and I love having a thick stack of checks to deposit in the bank at the end of a week.
Life is good exactly as it is. I seek help from many wise individuals and health care professionals to help me come back into balance, but they don't, can't, make me happy. Not even Evan Rabinowitz, the Sufi acupuncturist with a name that makes people smile. My happiness depends on me and only me. Its my job and I am grateful for it.
This is one of the pervasive truths in the Reyaverse. Happy Sunday. Shalom.
4 comments:
Glad we all survived the last few days......
revel in the peonies which haven't opened here yet!
ox
Happy Sunday Reya!
I know I already commented here, but it sticks in my mind that there is an association between the moon and the devil. I think of the moon as being female, elusive, and beautiful. A light in the darkness, although not completely reliable. But the devil? Really?
I get the association completely. It's about madness, lunacy.
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