The Full Moon: No sojourn from the chaos

(Midnight – promoted by TheMomCat)

The Full Moon vaults into the heavens tonight.

Cold hearted orb that rules the night

Removes the colours from our sight

Red is grey and yellow, white

But we decide which is right

And which is an illusion

Moody Blues – Late Lament

She reflects the light of the sun down onto the mantle of earth below.

 

The Full Moon brings about culmination, fulfillment. It is time when all that is instinctual becomes deliberate action, all that was felt before will now be made visible. Ideals are to be realized, brought forth into the world for all to see. This Full moon seems to be, metaphorically speaking, a culmination of many seeds flowering into the collective.

The ebb and flow seems to be flooding now. The effects of events of the past few weeks, months, and years are ripening. So much of what we know from our continual involvement in the events of this country are bursting forth.

The environmental degradation and destruction of our biosphere is culminating in the metastasizing black cancer in the middle of the Gulf of Mexico. This environmental catastrophe may develop to be one of the largest environmental catastrophes in U.S. history and will no doubt reek havoc on the ecosystem of the entire gulf region. But not to worry, the geniuses sent to contain the problem may just light it on fire in order to mitigate the disaster. Temper tantrums by certain Rethuglicans, yes Lindsey that means you, are thrown to halt the inevitable forward movement of badly needed reform and change to our environmental policies as well as our stance on climate legislation and the green/economy jobs.

The draconian immigration bill passed in Arizona and signed into law by the spineless governor of the state could galvanize into a massive backlash against the tyranny of the few against the many. This will no doubt be an explosive point of confrontation in the coming months.


The crazy, patchwork appearance of the false-colour image makes this almost full view of the Moon’s familiar near side look very strange. The Sea of Tranquillity (Mare Tranquillitatis) is the bright blue area at right, the Ocean of Storms (Oceanus Procellarum) is the extensive blue and orange area on the left, and white lines radiate from the crater Tycho at bottom centre.

Moon

In the halls of congress and on Wall St, the financial oligarchs are starting to reel over the realization that citizens want an accounting of what they have done to this country, of what they have stolen. It is coming to light that they were lying to their own clients and selling them nuclear waste so they could make money on the failures of said nuclear waste. This is but a beginning. The class war, that they have manipulated to give them immense power over the government through financial coercion, is beginning to seep into the minds of most Americans. The elite’s hubris is bringing them into the homes of Americans in a light of mistrust and deceit. Again Rethugs stand in the way of necessary progress and reform.

The assault on women’s reproductive rights seems to be taking a very dark turn in Oklahoma. Years of hard fought battles are now being plundered by overreaching zealots in there fury to castigate and reform women from having choice. This assault seems to be from many quarters including in the states of Kansas and Nebraska.

DADT is sweeping onto the stage. The House of Representatives with the leadership of Pelosi is vowing to bring to a vote the repeal of the law. This would be a milestone step forward for the GLBT community and bring them one step closer to equality. This is weighted against the backdrop of one of the most heinous anti-gay campaigns to ever be witnessed on the face of the earth in Uganda.

These are but a few of the fault lines on which we now stand

Indeed the Full Moon is bringing a flood. It is culminating in the seeds planted days, weeks, months, and years ago. It is bringing the voices and the images of all the glaring imbalances that have been building up over time to the forefront of our collective.

IV

Upon the dusty, glittering windows cling,

And seem to cling upon the moonlit skies,

Tortoiseshell butterflies, peacock butterflies,

A couple of night-moths are on the wing.

Is every modern nation like the tower,

Half dead at the top? No matter what I said,

For wisdom is the property of the dead,

A something incompatible with life; and power,

Like everything that has the stain of blood,

A property of the living; but no stain

Can come upon the visage of the moon

When it has looked in glory from a cloud.

William Butler Yeats – Blood & the Moon Part IV

Tonight, there is no sojourn from the chaos….

Crossposted at DKos

 

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  1. tonight.

    • TMC on April 29, 2010 at 3:18 am

    also called the Pink Moon, because of pink phlox and Frog Moon. Also the Fish Moon because this is the time when shad swim upstream to spawn.

  2. heres the GOS link

    Ive been much in a similiar vein tonight. thank you.

  3. I wasn’t sure what the moon was trying to say on a warm summer night in the summer of 1969. I think she offered an insight on reflection itself:

    Of these questions you ask

    in moonlit waters I forget too fast

    Here you are     and I

    a masquerade before the tide?

    Let us linger here no longer,

    for into these waters I forget too fast

    Here you are    and I

    but reflections of each other

    hovering

    with the moon upon the waters

  4. Very nice essay.

    It took many days/nights for me to get this shot.

    I`ll remember you through this introductory, welcome image.

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  5. Moon2

    C’était, dans la nuit brune,

    Sur le clocher jauni,

    La lune

    Comme un point sur un i.

    Lune, quel esprit sombre

    Promène au bout d’un fil,

    Dans l’ombre,

    Ta face et ton profil?

    Et qu’il vente ou qu’il neige

    Moi-même, chaque soir,

    Que fais-je,

    Venant ici m’asseoir?

    Je viens voir à la brune,

    Sur le clocher jauni,

    La lune

    Comme un point sur un i.

    -Alfred de Musset

    • TMC on April 29, 2010 at 2:49 pm

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