MAGIC'S MORNING GLOW

I mentioned yesterday that this full moon was about balance. One of the ways that I get out of balance quickly is when I am rushed with things that "must" get done. This is one of my biggest battles with myself. Judging from my "to-do" lists, I must think I am Julius Caesar or Queen Elizabeth with endless resources at my disposal, commanding armies of labour and castles of servants' time. I am constantly overwhelmed, which generally causes me to fall further behind.

I was reminded of this last night, in the usual ironic fashion of the Goddess, as I rushed around trying to get ready for my full moon rite, the phone kept ringing. After the third telemarketer and/or wrong number I began picking up the phone and barking the rudest "hello" possible. Naturally, a friend I haven't spoken to in awhile was calling to see what I was up to.

This was with me as I prepared for my Libra full moon Love-In. I had asked several friends and acquaintances that are (either or both) witches and/or live in geographically diverse locations to assist me. Partly to "spread the love energy" but also to create a moment in the world where beneficial psychic energy was being created. (I firmly believe our world needs more of that. I feel there needs to be more sacred moments in the world right now, both individually and collectively.)

Creating energy through Love is really what witchcraft is about. (Prayers are spells, and quite powerful ones, I might add.) And magic always leaves a kind of afterglow for this reason, the way that love creates a glow. I have experienced this so consistently that I promised "karmic brownie points." Usually the brownie points are a lucky moment, but sometimes it is a perfect one.

When I woke up this morning I wanted to take advantage of the still waxing moon and I immediately went outside to plant some flower seeds. Digging in the ground and smelling the earth always has a kind of euphoric effect on me, and I was still filled with the sense of peace from the "lovelight" of last night. It was a beautiful morning.

Coming back inside I was making the coffee in unusual stillness. The refridgerator was not humming, the computer was not turned on, no television or radio chattered, the constantly running fan that blows the old man's cigarette smoke out the door had been turned off against the morning chill. The birds were quiet, perhaps busy eating the seed I'd left for them, no lawn mowers or other machinery were whining, and even the traffic was hushed. The only sounds were the rustle of my spoon scooping coffee from the can and the dog sniffing hopefully at a crumb on the kitchen floor.

For one moment my focus was solely on the promising aroma of the coffee, the flush of heat that lingered on my face and neck from my pleasant exertion in the yard, and the perfect balance of having no tie beyond those sensations to past or future. The moment simply spread out around me like an inviting meadow on a summer day.

For one shimmering moment I was the serene, focused, engaged person I yearn to be all the time, but even that realization came after the moment itself had slipped away.

But I cannot reach back to that moment to re-create it. Nor can I reach ahead and try to construct it. It cannot come through something in this realm--it cannot be bought or purchased (it is our belief that only the new car or the perfect weight or right boyfriend that gives those things power, as desirable and advantageous as they might be). It must be re-born one moment to the next. This, I think, is the great secret of the monk, whether he seeks Nirvana or Heaven.

Anyone who has ever fallen in love knows that Love makes each moment eternal; time has no meaning for lovers. Love, whether romantic or sacred, creates eternity here in our time constricted and finite lives. A whole lifetime in just one moment.

The dead tell me that in the afterlife there is no time, but that each moment is eternal, and that each moment of one's life stretches out in all directions, like a carpet of still photographs lying across a vast oblivion. New photograph's cannot be created from that side, only during this lifetime. And in this lifetime you cannot go back, only create more fully what you have right now in the present.

That is how memory works as a mortal weapon against death. Memory can call the spirits of the dead from the other side. And in the same way the dead can reach back into this world through our memories of them, so our focus on the present moment --this one right here and right now, and never the one that just passed, or the one that is just comming up-- can bring eternity down to earth, and link this world with the next. For no one yearns for more empty moments; always we are seeking more fulfilling lives, more eternal moments, more connection to every aspect of our lives and what we love.

The more fully we live in the moment the stronger our power becomes, the more Love we can bring into the world. The more Love we bring into the world, the more powerful each moment becomes, the more each moment of our lives becomes filled with the Divine Eternal.

Praises, Thanks & Blessings!!!