Little Moon Crumbs
CHAPTER 144
Little Moon Crumbs
The story for the full moon eclipse time:
Sep 17 – Oct 1
MOON DETAILS
Harvest Full Moon &
Partial Lunar Eclipse
25°41′ Pisces
Sep 17, 2024
10:34 PM EST
REFLECTION DATES
Sep 16 – Sep 30, 2016
Feb 26 – Mar 11, 2017
Mar 10 – Mar 24, 2024
Sep 2 – Sep 16, 2024
9 MINUTE READ
In your dreams, you’re huge. So huge you pick up the moon and take a bite. Little moon crumbs run down your chin as you chomp, exclaiming, It’s delicious!
You can’t stop thinking about it as you open the velvet curtains and see the sun rising over Main Street.
Outside, a man is standing atop a ladder, securing a banner hanging between two lanterns. As he tightens the knot and the fabric tenses, you read the words: Harvest Festival 2024.
They’re accompanied by the image of a moon with a bite taken out of it, just like in your dream, but now, it’s framed between two stalks of corn — a nod to the Harvest moon, which this year, is also a partial lunar eclipse.
You slouch against the window frame, eyeing the sign while thumbing the belt of the plush white robe you found hanging in the closet the night before.
You sigh, wondering what’s for breakfast, if the inn even serves breakfast, and if so, if you are welcome to it.
You look down at your feet and suddenly feel trapped. Even if there is food, you have nothing to wear. Your clothes are filthy. Covered in dirt from the weeks you spent hiking in the woods.
You wore the same thing for so long, and now that you’ve finally taken it off, you couldn’t possibly put it back on.
You press off the windowsill and walk towards the bed. You contemplate crawling back under the covers and counting the gold stars embroidered on the underside of the canopy when you remember that your time in the wilderness didn’t leave you completely empty handed. No, it gave you this:
You lift your left hand and slowly wiggle your fingers, causing the muscles in your palm to rise and fall. You’re looking for some sign of the glove you found buried in the dirt. The one that magically gripped your hand before dissolving into your skin and leaving behind a series of black glyphs. They now look like tiny tattoos covering the tips of your fingers, the space between your knuckles, and the lines across your palm.
As you move your fingers, the glyph marking the flesh beneath your index finger starts to glow — a neon shade of blue.
You can’t help but think that it resembles a trident as your gaze becomes fixed on its three glowing points. So entranced, you start to fall forward, but before you collapse on the pile of blankets covering the bed, you catch yourself on a wooden bedpost. The glyph momentarily fades back to black before its blue glow returns and you quickly press the symbol, fearing it will soon fade again.
When you do, the whole room goes dark.
It’s as if someone threw the power on the sun, for the light that just moments before had been pouring through the window is now been reduced to tiny sparkles of light, floating like rays through the dark void of the room.
Your breath becomes shallow as terror grips your mind, but then you remember the series of unbelievable things you’ve witnessed. You decide to trust whatever is happening, and as curiosity takes over, it softens the muscles around your heart.
You run your fingers through the sparkles and more appear. They form lines in the air, outlining the shapes of items you remember being in the space: an armchair, a desk, a lamp, the bed. The sparkles curve over your head where before the canopy had been, and even the wild crow, who had been guiding you through the woods, is now just an outline of a bird, a sparkle of lines. You look at your hands, your legs, your feet and see that you too are nothing more than sparkling light.
And all the world is like this, hiding beneath your memory of things.
The idea fills the void, coming from the same disembodied, booming voice that spoke to you in the woods. It reverberates through the room, causes the sparkles to shimmy and shake.
You turn to where the nightstand was and see its sparkling lines. The voice continues:
You create what you expect based on your understanding of the past, but that is just a memory projected upon the present. An illusion shrouding the here and now.
The sparkles framing the nightstand disappear.
What do you want? What do you need?
The voice urges an answer, and the walls of your heart expand past the illusion. You close your eyes and take a deep breath. As you inhale, you sip specks of sparkling light that through some other lens would be seen as oxygen. Your sparkling body is filled with even more sparkles, and you hear the answer in your mind. You feel it in your body. You see it. You know: This is what I want. This is what I need.
You are filled with a clarity of mind, inspired by the freedom to dream beyond what you before believed was possible, and now, you start to create something entirely new.
You form it first in your mind — the clear vision of what you desire — and then, you exhale. Taking a bit of the sparkling light inside you and sending it out to the world. It falls in the dark void of reality and forms the shape of the very thing you desire.
As your desire manifests, you feel the earth begin to shake. The stars shimmy yet again, and you wonder if anyone else can feel it too.
You walk towards the place in the room where you remember a closet being. You see the outline of a door, a knob. You open it and see a starry cluster of hangers. A smile spreads across your face because there in the closet, you see something that was not there the night before: new, clean clothes.
You stand a bit perplexed, unsure how to handle these starry objects when the voice counsels:
Whenever you’re ready.
You close your eyes again and take another deep breath. In your mind, you imagine the world as it was before — solid, full of color and light.
And now, when you open your eyes, your nervous system settles in the warm familiar glow of the morning sun. You welcome the return to normalcy or at least — what’s normal to you, the world as you’ve most often known it to be.
Then, you hang the robe in the closet and slip on your new clothes. The fabric is soft and supple against your skin; the perfect fit.
Many wishes take years to come true, but some are answered right away.
You look back at Andra, the crow still sleeping on the bed, and smile before opening the door, walking down to the first floor of the inn, grabbing a complimentary coffee and croissant, and stepping out onto Main Street.
The air is crisp and hums of fall. In the day, you can see what you missed the night before: the street is lined in baskets of red chrysanthemums and orange dahlias. The storefronts are decorated with sunflowers, pumpkins, and gourds. Kitty-corner from the inn, a shop’s window is full of books, journals, and wares.
You cross the street and stand gaping at gossamer wings. They glint across a leather bound edition of A Midsummer Night’s Dream, while a shining blade is buried in stone atop a new-to-you telling of Camelot. All seven Harry Potters are stacked as if on an altar, surrounded by candles and faux cobwebs. They stretch towards a copper caldron, a book on gothic gardens, and another on how to transform your kitchen into an herbal apothecary. Hovering above it all is a quote — white cursive on a black metal sign:
“But especially he loved to run in the dim twilight of the summer midnights, listening to the subdued and sleepy murmurs of the forest, reading signs and sounds as a man may read a book, and seeking for the mysterious something that called — called, waking or sleeping, at all times, for him to come.”
Jack London,
The Call of the Wild
Your eyes wander from the quote to the store hours and then to the clock on the bank building that says it’s one minute ‘til opening. You take a sip of coffee and peel a buttery layer from the croissant. You’re still chewing when a woman appears inside the shop, walks towards the glass door, and flips the sign to OPEN.
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To be continued…
Star Summary
This Harvest full moon is also a partial lunar eclipse, marking both the culmination of Harvest Season and the start of Eclipse Season (another eclipse is coming on October 2).
This is the first eclipse in the sign of Pisces since February 2017, and what happens now is a nod to a new karmic cycle that is starting in January.
Not only is the moon in Pisces, but it is conjunct Pisces’ ruling planet: Neptune.
And all the world becomes a dream, feels like a dream. Illusions shatter. The earth shakes. And in the collapse of what was, something new and miraculous is born.
Reflect back to March 2024 (and the other reflection dates above) to better understand what you are “harvesting” now. Also, follow the guidance in the story above and ask yourself the questions: What do you want? What do you need?
This is a particularly powerful time for manifestation as the earth’s shadow chomps away at eight percent of the moon and we consume a piece of its magic.
The eclipse will be visible for almost all of North America (save for Alaska and Hawaii) on the evening of September 17. Read the visibility details here.
And see it in the stars here:
Moon conjunct Neptune: Earth-shaking realizations bring an ancient awareness.
Sun conjunct Metis, Desiderata, Jack London, and Hekate: You are your wisest counsel, full of magical cunning and the magic of the moon. Embrace the call of the wild, the voice of your soul, and things desired will be revealed. Things desired will come to you.
South Node conjunct Mnemosyne: The past is remembered, and the influence of memory on life is better understood.
Venus conjunct Eros: Desire abounds — romantically and otherwise. Follow your desire to the center of your heart.
Equinox on September 22: Fall/Spring is here! (Depending on your hemisphere.) A balance of light and dark. A shift in time. Enjoy!
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