Moonly Review 🌑 Preparation
Making space and making time.
(I wrote this review a couple of days ago.)
It's almost over.
I'm on a plane back to Pico after a month and a half of high-intensity traveling. I'm fulfilled and exhausted. It's time to slow down.
(He exhales slowly feeling all of his muscles relax.)
As I sink into the familiar slow pace, in tune with the cycles of nature, the memories of beautiful encounters flood my heart. Whether our paths have crossed, or you're following from afar, I'm here, on this New Moon in Pisces, to celebrate you and honour your presence, and bless you on your journey of life, unfolding in parallel to mine. May it be full of Light.
And now, as a fellow master-maker (like yourself), I'm about to make time and space for preparation.
After all, opportunities are everywhere, but it's the preparation that makes the luck.
What are you preparing for? And if you permit one more question, how does your process of preparation look like? - an unidentified part of me asks, setting the stage for deeper insights. I find myself unable to answer, at least not before diving deeper into myself, right into the cold dark waters of inner self.
I can feel the pulsation in my lungs. There's not much oxygen left, and there is no turning back now. Only dive deeper, deeper, deeper. I allow myself to sink slowly all the way down until a dark cave lit with a faint glow of fluorescent algae, covering a wall full of indecipherable glyphs. I can understand them somehow, perhaps because they are me.
I'm preparing for financial wealth, allowing me to permanently shift into gifting.
I'm preparing for magick, embracing that it's a part of me connecting me with everything beyond.
I'm preparing for love, unconditional, supportive live partnership alliance with another human sharing our path.
I'm preparing for adventure, making me feel alive.
I'm preparing for a triathlon at the age of 60, celebrating the vessel of my body.
I'm preparing for death, marking the transition into the ultimate unknown.
A quiet, barely audible song fills the air with a familiar melody:
When you were born you cried, and the world rejoiced.
Live your life so that when you die, the world cries and you rejoice.
I guess I am doing something right, because, even if I meet Selket, the guardian of the last breath of this life and the first breath of the afterlife, tonight, I will die with a big smile on my face.
Every day is an opportunity to prepare.
Preparation = practice.
Practice = showing up for daily reps.
Daily reps = habits, but also Rituals. Habits can become mindless.
Rituals = deliberate practice, which in my case, come with a flavour of Magick.
I embrace the Black Snake louring me into what I know doesn't serve me, and call upon my commitment guardians to grow stronger along with me and my capacity to stay aligned with my purpose.
And in the process, I make cards - reminders, invitations, spells.
After all, it's the year of play. And I take that very seriously.
(He smiles at the Ocean. Welcome back, they say to each other. I missed you.)
ps. I haven't had the chance to edit my Moonly Video yet, and I need to Prioritise Priorities (which is both words to live by and a new course I'm playtesting at the moment. Current priority: complete open commitments and ground in Pico through another round of the Silence Game.