Gemini Full Moon: December 18, 2021
Gemini Full Moon,
December 18, 2021
peaking at 11:35 P.M. EST
happening at 27°29’ Gemini
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If that’s what you want, you can have that.
If that’s what you want, you can have that.
If that’s what you want, you can have that.
Those words echoed through my mind during the Gemini new moon eclipse on June 10, 2021, and this full moon now stems from that seed then. The seed planted from approximately June 10 - 23, 2021. Reflect back. What seed(s) did you plant? What words did you hear?
I heard it again and again: If that’s what you want, you can have that.
And by early December, I found myself wondering: Am I doing enough to articulate what I want? Am I clear on this? Am I letting the universe know what I want so I can have it?
And as I was lying in bed and wondering, I heard:
Manifestation isn’t a mind game. It isn’t about fixing your thoughts and editing your words to some focused perfection. It isn’t about control. It’s about surrender. Surrendering to your heart and soul, listening to what they have to say, acting accordingly, and trusting that they are always creating for you even when you fail to listen. Manifestation is about allowing the grace of God to enter you and move through your life in miraculous, unexpected ways. It isn’t about playing God. It’s about surrendering to God. It takes humility, and it’s through this humility that you receive what you actually want. Not what you think you want, but what you really, truly need, and this is the real magic of life.
The moment I heard these words, they felt true. I wanted to share them here with you. I wanted to shout them from the rooftop because I knew they were true, but at the same time, I didn’t know.
And I’d also been wondering lately - as I often am - about God.
I’d been wondering about its or hers or his or their existence, but mainly, I’d been wondering about my reluctance to fully commit to any solid belief because of this nagging humility that tells me: we can never really know anything with any certainty. Even if we have all the information and evidence before us, we are still left with the limits of our perception, the limits of whatever this reality is, and so I remain the perpetual skeptic asking: What is knowledge? What is knowing? All the while, knowing.
And this is the balance, you see, between our minds and our hearts.
The knowing of logic and the knowing of knowing.
I hear the words again: If that’s what you want, you can have that.
I’d like to know, I think.
I think that’s what I want, but maybe that’s just my mind thinking it wants and needs things like certainty when in reality, we had the knowing all along.
And all we had to do was surrender into the web of ceaseless being where thoughts become just mere moments of creation.
I fall into this moment here - sitting up in bed, watching television through invisible signals, and sipping my coffee - brewed in the machine - and that’s when the creation on the screen says: Let’s say we succeed in proving that our consciousness creates reality…what will we have really accomplished? …A loaf of bread is still three bucks.*
And maybe it’s true. Maybe creation just keeps creating and we keep living and the details of how don’t really matter, but of course, I keep wondering.
And more than anything else, my perpetual state of wonder is directed at the creation of our reality and its source.
Created in our minds, our stories, our consciousness? God - in many religious traditions - is the something that CREATED reality.
And I pause. I get momentarily hung up on the notion of creation itself, for perhaps our very understanding of creation and the need for an origin point is simply the result of our limited perception, but fine, fine, I’ll concede: creation is real. We see it all the time: in the seed that grows into a plant, in the baby growing in the womb, in the typing of words on a blank page. Creation, creation, creation!
I’ve been thinking about creation - with every moment of synchronicity, every “coincidence” that seems to stem from my mind/attention/consciousness or something else.
I think of the call I had the other day. During the call, a friend told me a story about how earlier in the year, she was seeing the numbers 808 and 17 all the time, and how they were popping up all over the place in different corners of society (even those that seemingly oppose each other), and we joked that sometimes it seems like certain images, symbols, numbers, and ideas are “trending” within the collective unconscious. Then, the next day, I was driving home from the airport, and right as the GPS said that I had 8.8 miles to go, I looked up and saw a sign for Exit 17. Then, the next day, I woke at 8:08 a.m., and I had a missed text message from 17 minutes earlier, and it went on like this for about three days: 8:08 followed by 17, again and again.
Sometimes synchronicity simply appears to be the result of my reality echoing my consciousness (I was just talking and thinking about 808 and 17 “trending,” and then, they start “trending” in my experience), but other times, synchronicity feels like a message - a repetition of something that wasn’t remotely in my realm of conscious thought but then suddenly, it’s swirling around me, gaining my attention and often leaving me with some new understanding of myself and/or the world.
Synchronicity - it seems - works in two directions.
Like creation itself has two sources.
The above and below.
The heart and the mind.
The north and the south.
A duality that’s echoed in language and ideas throughout recorded millennia.
And I find myself standing squarely in between - a bridge - witnessing the coming and going of creation in two directions.
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On October 1, 2020, I stood in my kitchen in Queens. I walked in front of the bar, in front of a bottle I’d had delivered from the local wine shop. It was the harvest moon, and the wine was an impulsive, intuitive purchase. I’d been lying on the couch - trying to nap - when suddenly I felt compelled to open the wine app. This one bottle jumped out at me. I’d never ordered it before, but it had a crown on its label and drew me close.
When the bottle arrived, the label was different. There was a silver key where the crown had been, but later, when I walked in front of the bar, I noticed that the key was no longer silver. It was gold. Then, I walked in front of it again, and it was silver. Back and forth like that - like crossing a bridge from east to west - the key changed colors: silver to gold, gold to silver.
I had no clue when I ordered the bottle that it would have this magical, color-changing label, but there it was. The single key that was really two keys.
I didn’t go looking for the key.
It wasn’t in my consciousness.
But the key appeared.
And then, eight months later, it appeared again.
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The day before my husband and I moved from that apartment in Queens to an apartment in Ohio, I saw in my mind: a golden key.
I knew right away where it went: inside my heart.
In my mind, I saw it unlock something there - a golden, swirling portal - and in my body, I felt it.
Then, nine days later, I was awoken in the early morning by the spiritual presence of a young girl standing next to me. I could see her in my mind and feel her in my body, and my immediate response was to close off my senses and cease being a bridge, but instead, I breathed deeply into the golden portal of my heart, and I let her walk across. When she did, she handed me a silver key. She told me, You will know how to use it when the time is right. And in the invisible layers of that bridge space, I took that key, and I placed it in a box. It reminded me of the wooden jewelry box my grandpa had carved and that ten months earlier, I had asked my mom if I could have.
She said yes, but we loved it, and we didn’t want to lose it, so instead of shipping it to me, the box stayed with her, in the state of Virginia, until the day that we could safely meet.
The day came in June - June 24th to be exact. The day of the Capricorn full moon - the end of the Gemini new moon eclipse period - and on that day, I drove across a literal bridge, through the mountains of West Virginia, and something happened as I crossed. I felt this huge presence of light surround me. And as we drove, the whole world appeared to be filled with light, and with my eyes wide open, I saw in my mind - which is technically, I suppose, where we see all things - this huge LIGHT BODY version of myself. Like I was a Giant moving across these mountains, through this valley, and as I moved, my palms poured golden light onto the surface of the earth. And as we drove, I just kept seeing this. My eyes were never closed. I simply saw this as if it were a translucent projection onto the surface of the earthly reality that I never failed to remember I was moving through, and during this experience, the earth felt NEW AND SHINY AND EXCITING. Like I had just arrived on this planet and everything it had to offer was a delight. And interestingly, before we crossed the bridge, the drive was mostly terribly unpleasant. The roads were crowded with trucks and speeding cards. Cicadas splattered against our windshield again and again, causing us to run the wipers in the bright summer sun - just to remove the residue from their dead bodies. But after we crossed the bridge, the trucks disappeared. The traffic lightened. The cicadas were gone. There was no major change in the road we were on. It was the same highway on both sides of the bridge. But here and now, it was different.
When I arrived in Virginia, my mom handed me my grandpa’s jewelry box, and to my surprise, it came with a silver key. The key looked like the one that had been handed to me by the spirit of the young girl in May. It was simple and silver, slightly aged, with a loop at its bow and slight ornamentation, but it didn’t work for the box. When I placed it in the lock and turned it, it didn’t do a thing. It must be broken, my mom said. Thankfully, the box was already unlocked, so I placed the key inside it, and that’s where it stayed.
And then - three months later - on September 17th - I was practicing yoga and facing the wooden jewelry box, and suddenly, the wood appeared red. The box appeared red. Then - moments later - it returned to its lustrous brown - and I didn’t know why - through my eyes and brain and inside my mind - it was momentarily red, but later, I pulled out my journal to ask about it, and the words came: The Light radiates from THE RED BOX. The Light radiates from THE RED BOX. The Light radiates from THE RED BOX.
And I was told: You see what you need to see when you need to see it.
And I remembered the vision I had in May - just a few days after I was handed the silver key by the spirit of a young girl - and in that vision, I saw a red box.
What’s the red box? I remained unconscious of the answer.
But it kept coming up - in what I saw in my mind and then what I saw with my eyes.
Synchronicity - for me - weaves not just through the random numbers and ideas and messages in my highly tangible earthly reality but also through my visions and what I hear, coming from what seems to be: the other side of the bridge.
And it wasn’t for another month - on October 13th - when I heard the words, the holiest of holies, that I was shown what I needed to see next: the stories about the ark of the covenant, which tell of the box turning red during certain sacrificial rituals.
Still, I didn’t know if this could truly be related and didn’t trust what was being shared with me. Besides, I couldn’t imagine that the ark ever got that red - could they really have spilled that much blood? I hoped not. (The idea of animal sacrifice makes me physically uncomfortable.) But I made a note of my experience that afternoon. I added it to my unraveling scroll of notes, and I went about my life.
Then, almost two full months later, I was guided - as described in the Sagittarius new moon eclipse note for December 4th - to this image:
In which the box was clearly red, and meant to be (based on descriptions of the painting) red from the blood of the lamb, standing atop the ark, the LIGHT radiating above its head and shining down on the land. And this is what every story (that I’ve heard) about the ark describes: this powerful light inside.
The box couldn’t be locked, so I placed the silver key inside, and that’s where it stayed.
Until November, two days before the Taurus full moon eclipse.
On November 17th, I lay down to take a nap, but it wasn’t so much a nap as something that I like to call a “trance nap.” I experience these a lot where I’ll be processing intuitive messages, and then all of the sudden I get really sleepy and have to close my eyes, but I never really go to sleep. Instead, I enter this state where it seems like a lot happens - sometimes I remember it, other times I don’t - but it’s like here, things are integrated and understood and more information is received and more actions are taken, and on November 17th, when I entered one of these trance naps, I saw my hand near the floor of a temple, and I saw myself inserting a silver key into the floor and unlocking it, causing a huge explosion of fiery light.
Then, my husband walked into the room, announcing: You got mail!
I opened my eyes, and he handed me a postcard. The image on the card was of a gorgeous temple dome with windows made of thin stone, and as the sun shined through the stone, it appeared to be glowing, as if it was on fire.
I remembered then the words I was told when I was handed the silver key in May: You will know how to use it when the time is right.
And I didn’t know, but I knew: The door to the bridge between Heaven and Earth has been unlocked on Heaven’s side.
But the bridge goes both ways.
There are two keys. There are two keys.
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On Sunday, December 12th (12-12-21), I unexpectedly found myself at Trader Joe’s stocking up on inexpensive wine. I’d been talking about doing this for months. Our bar has a built-in wine rack that is basically always empty. I tend to just buy one bottle at a time, but I thought it would be nice to fill it, to no longer look at empty shelves. And on Sunday December 12th - because of a strange series of events that meant that my husband and I had to drive to a shopping center we hadn’t visited in months - I was finally collecting bottles and putting them in a shopping bag.
One bottle struck me. It was from Italy and had two keys on it, crossed just like the Keys to the Kingdom of Heaven that are used by the Vatican and that I was guided to learn about after the young girl handed me the silver key in May. It was a bit on the nose, but hey, I took it.
When we got home and I was placing the bottles on the shelves, I noticed that the bottle with the two keys had two letters and three numbers subtly embossed around the edge of the black foil sealing the bottle. The letters were VR - like my initials (Virginia Richardson) - and the numbers were 461. Curious, I scanned the bottle to see what VR could possibly be referencing, but I didn’t see any words anywhere that explained the letters. Then, I looked up asteroid #461, just to see if it had any significance.
Asteroid 461 - in my birth chart - is exactly where the Capricorn full moon fell on June 24th. The day I crossed the bridge into West Virginia and saw ALL THE LIGHT ON EARTH.
I placed the bottle on the shelf and sensed I would end up opening it with this Gemini full moon.
Then, two days later, on December 14th, I received the message to open the bottle. My husband asked, message from who? And I clarified: I just see the image clearly in my mind. I see myself opening the bottle now.
And I heard playfully: with the wine KEY!
But I hate the wine key. I’m kind of terrible at using it and tend to mess it up. I prefer using the fancy wine opener that aligns the corkscrew perfectly over the top, lifts the cork with ease, and is thoroughly idiot proof.
I walked to the bar, pulled out the bottle of wine, and then opened the drawer to get the fancy opener, but before I did, I saw a bright golden key. Not a wine key but a bottle opener that works for beer and soda. But it doesn’t look like an opener. It just looks like a big gold key. And that’s why - back in 2018 or 2019 - I bought it.
I didn’t buy it for the bar. I bought it for my altar because recently, I’d been at a writing retreat in California with Cheryl Strayed and Liz Gilbert, and as they spoke, a man stood at a piece of huge white poster board and drew little images and wrote little phrases based on what Liz and Cheryl were saying. At the end of the weekend, he cut up the board and handed pieces of it out to the attendees. By the time I realized this was happening, the board was mostly gone. There weren’t many pieces left, but he handed me what there was: a piece of white poster board with the image of a golden key, and it said: “The golden key opens the door…”
When I got home, I hung the image of the golden key inside my closet next to my vision board, and then, when I found myself standing in line at Anthropologie and I saw the big golden key, I bought it. I bought it to represent the same idea that was on the poster board - that the golden key opens the door - and I placed it on my altar.
It lived there for years.
It wasn’t until we left the apartment in Queens and moved to Ohio that I stopped keeping it on my altar and eventually tossed it in the drawer, with all the other bar tools.
Then, on the night of December 14th, when I went to open the bottle with the two keys, I saw the gold key, and I knew, It has to go back. I pulled it out and placed it next to the bottle.
Then, I sliced the black seal at the top of the bottle - careful not to cut through my initials or the numbers - and I placed the seal next to the golden key.
Then, I pulled out the fancy wine opener. I lined it up over the cork and used it just as I had used it for years, but this time, it didn’t work. As I went to remove the cork, the opener broke! I literally could not use it. I had to use the wine key.
After I did, I saw that the numbers “12-21” were written on the cork - just like that, dash and all. Like a date. December 2021…or December 21st (the day the sun enters Capricorn). I scanned the bottle to see if there was any obvious reason why these numbers would be on the cork, but I couldn’t find a reason anywhere. The bottle was dated 2018, which just happened to be the year I went to the retreat and was handed the image of the golden key.
Then, while my husband was busy trying to fix the broken wine opener, I took the golden key, the black seal, and a small glass of wine upstairs. I added the key to an empty space on my altar that I knew wanted to be filled, and I imagined all the power that the golden key holds - the power to open the door. Then, I raised my glass to this and took a sip of wine. Like a freaking Catholic or something.
As I did this, I suddenly saw - in my mind - gates all over the surface of the earth. Big mechanical, circular gates. I saw them unlocking all over the earth, and I saw golden light shooting out of the gates, and I saw golden light pouring in.
The bridge goes both ways.
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I added the golden key to the altar I keep inside my office closet. I open the doors when I work and close them when I’m done. That night, after adding the key, I closed the doors, and what I didn’t remember but what was always true is that tucked away inside the closet, behind the doors, and behind a big, circular light, there is a piece of poster board resting on the floor. The board has the image of a golden key and the words “The golden key opens the door…”
And somewhere, somewhere else in the world, on this planet earth, there is another piece of poster board. On that piece of poster, there is the image of what’s on the other side of the door. There is the image of: THE GOLDEN ROOM OF KNOWING.
I’d like to know, I think.
I think that’s what I want.
And I hear a voice whisper: If that’s what you want, you can have that.
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On this full moon, WE ARE RECEIVING THE GOLDEN LIGHT OF KNOWING.
For we have opened the gates.
Did you open the gate on your side?
Maybe you did and don’t even know it, but maybe now, if you feel so inclined, close your eyes and let yourself surrender into the soft golden portal inside your heart. The space that when opened simply becomes ABLAZE with God’s Love, and from there, the love spreads through you as you become an instrument for the divine.
Manifestation is about allowing the grace of God to enter you and move through your life in miraculous, unexpected ways. It isn’t about playing God. It’s about surrendering to God.
And with this, you receive not what you think you want but what you really, truly need.
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On this full moon, you receive YOUR HEART’S DESIRE.
You come to understand that creation happens along the bridge in both directions, and now that you’ve opened the door on both sides, it’s as simple as:
If that’s what you want, you can have that.
The key being IF that is what you really want, you can have that.
And now YOU KNOW WHAT YOU WANT.
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This Gemini full moon marks the FINAL Gemini moon within the Gemini/Sagittarius karmic cycle that we have been in since May 2020.
It is happening as the sun moves through THE BRIGHTEST STAR LIGHT just outside the center of our galaxy, and then, with the full moon, it crosses the supermassive black hole at the center. After crossing the black hole, it will move through another cluster of BRIGHT BRIGHT STAR LIGHT.
The sun - which represents YOU - is being FILLED WITH LIGHT in the days surrounding this full moon.
And on the 19th - the day after the full moon - Venus goes retrograde, and Chiron goes direct.
In this moment, Venus is conjunct Pluto, and it is at this transformative point in Capricorn that Venus will return to again in January as we enter a whole new karmic cycle.
Venus is about EXCHANGE - giving and receiving - like the exchange that happens when light travels from one end of a bridge only to be received by you at the other end. What will you give in return for such light?
In ancient Rome, Venus was known as lucifer, which in Latin simply means: LIGHT BRINGER.
A GREAT CHANGE IS COMING AS VENUS BRINGS THE LIGHT.
As this full moon BRINGS THE LIGHT.
The moon rests on one side of the bridge - at 27 degrees Gemini - and the sun rests on the other side at 27 degrees Sagittarius.
The sun sends its light to the moon, making it appear bright and full on the evening of December 18th.
And the sun isn’t just aligned with The Galactic Center, but on this full moon, the sun is in the exact same place as asteroid #37 (Fides for FAITH) and asteroid #117 (Siva for GOD).
Shiva in Sanskrit means “Auspicious One,” and one day, on February 23, 2019, he came to me.
Above still blue waters, walking across a surface of clouds, he came to me.
And silently, I asked: Who are you?
And he responded: God.
And he told me my voice was important, that I help people believe, and then, he told me, Don’t marry him - referring to my husband whom I was set to marry in four months. He wanted me to be some sort of monk or nun, but respectfully, I told him: I can’t agree to that.
He quickly backed off, and said, Fine, but you’ll need a sanctuary. We’ll provide you that.
Then, his face started shifting and through his face, I saw multiple faces and a pink tongue, and then, he transformed into a goddess - a gentle female presence. She told me she often poses as a man because people are more likely to listen to her. And she was full of love.
After this vision - all of which transpired in my mind’s eye - I researched Hindu deities, and it was only then that I learned about Ardhanarishvara - a deity that is a union of masculine and feminine. A god who represents the divine union of all energy and is depicted as being Shiva on one side and Parvati on the other, and Parvati, I learned was - amongst other things - the goddess of marriage and devotion.
And I won’t lie - there have been times when I’ve wondered if I should have just gone into some sort of full-on spiritual path at a monastery or something. Maybe removing the pressures of being “out in the real world” from my work would make things easier, but most of the time - almost always - I am simply forever grateful for the love and support of my husband, for the life we’ve created, and for the way he challenges my faith and - I think - inspires me to believe with all my heart and my mind.
And this year - in the most magical and unexpected of ways, with the harvest moon - I was finally given the sanctuary that Shiva told me I would receive that day in 2019, and honestly, I didn’t even remember that part of Shiva’s message until I returned to my unraveling scroll of notes and searched “Shiva” to tell you this story now.
It’s been a long time coming - THIS GREAT RECEPTION OF LIGHT - not just on the bridge and in our hearts and minds, but here ON EARTH.
What was promised is woven and coming. Pieces have arrived.
And you may find yourself wondering - why now? What’s so special about now? Could it really be that these things are happening now of all times?
And to that, I share a message I received five days after the Gemini new moon eclipse on June 10th - the eclipse that fueled this full moon now:
The Golden Age is woven through golden lines that weave through time and space, but one day, it will all come together, and it will all be GOLDEN. In a different body and time and space, IT IS ALL GOLDEN.
And I was told then that I know this because I exist in that time and space too, because I send myself messages from there. And perhaps…you do too.
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So, life isn’t perfect - but what does perfection even mean and who cares about perfect? How boring would perfect be? But thank God for sanctuary, for the little portals of heaven on Earth. For the bridge in our hearts that goes both ways and the crazy logic that helps us follow the signs and open the gate.
And I think, maybe, opening the gate is what this life is all about.
This life is a constant creative act, a giving and receiving of messages and thoughts and feelings and moments and actions and LOVE across an ethereal bridge.
Life is a lesson in LIVING WITH BOTH DOORS OPEN, in letting yourself become the bridge.
In letting yourself be a part of weaving the golden lines
of bringing more peace
more love
more charity
more forgiveness
more beauty
more joy
and more presence
Here on Earth.
Life is about unlocking your heart more and more with each passing year until your very body is like thin stone hung in the window of a temple - burning bright - with the light of Heaven shining through.
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Midway through writing this note, I had to stop, hop in the car, go to the store to run some errands - get a prescription for my husband, buy some soup, drop off a package at UPS, etc. Before I left, my husband said, Get firewood if you can.
We were down to one log.
I went to the pharmacy first, and afterwards, when I got back into the car, the radio was playing. I’d listened to Spotify on the drive there, but now, my phone wasn’t hooked up, so the radio turned on and the words streamed through the speakers:
Like a bridge over troubled water, I will lay me down.
And I looked at the station - which just happened to be whatever Sirius channel my husband last listened to - and I noticed that it was called The Bridge.
The channel’s name was The Bridge, and it was playing “Bridge Over Troubled Water” - of all songs.
And then I noticed the station’s number - 17 - and I felt the weight of this synchronicity. Not because of the 17s that arrived earlier this month after the call with my friend, but because of the 17 that first arrived in June 2020 - after the first Sagittarius eclipse. The 17s started then and haven’t stopped. They started when - at the beginning of the Gemini/Sagittarius cycle - I was guided through a series of messages to learn about Area 17 (the primary visual cortex) of the brain.
You see what you need to see when you need to see it.
Like the day my sanctuary became available - I was sitting at a restaurant named 17, and my check ended up totaling $17, and then I walked down Main Street and saw a yellow door that had on it - in golden letters - 17, and I felt strongly how much I loved this town and was ready to have a home here, and then, when I got back to my apartment, a new home was listed that checked all the boxes, and I messaged the agent, and they left a voicemail that was 17 seconds long, and then I got in the car to pick up my husband from the airport, and the GPS told me I had 17 miles to go, and it continued and it continued and it continued and it continues.
On December 17, 2020, in my mind’s eye, I saw a golden door with the number 17 written on it. Golden light was seeping out around the door. But it didn’t want to be opened yet. It wasn’t ready…and then, that night, the night of December 17th and into December 18th, the door opened. For all of us, preparing us for what’s to come.
And here we are, and the door has opened.
The doors have opened.
And I’ve ceased trying to close off my senses and stop being a bridge. I’ve accepted every key.
And as the song “Bridge Over Troubled Water” played on the radio, I drove to the far side of the shopping center - where the hardware store is - and I parked the car, but instead of getting out and going inside, I sat. I sat and listened to the song:
Sail on silver girl
Sail on by
Your time has come to shine
All your dreams are on their way
See how they shine
Oh, if you need a friend
I'm sailing right behind
Like a bridge over troubled water
I will ease your mind
Like a bridge over troubled water
I will ease your mind
And as I listened, tears formed in my eyes - because it isn’t always easy being a bridge. It can be scary and vulnerable and challenge the mind, but I felt in that moment - sitting in the car - the commitment of choosing to lay my Self down, to be a bridge. As if the choice were mine to make.
And when the song ended, I turned off the car, and I stepped outside. I entered the hardware store, and I came back with two bundles of wood. I stacked the wood next to the hearth, and that night, my husband and I placed two logs in the fireplace, and together, we set them on fire, and we watched the fire burn.
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Long story short:
This full moon is about the total recognition of the dual nature of CREATION. Creation works both ways. This is the heart of co-creation, and the key is in your very own heart. You’re turning it now, unlocking yourself more and more to receive from the universe/God/whatever you want to call it. You are letting yourself receive, but this is so you can GIVE. It is through THIS GREAT RECEPTION that you create the first steps towards a whole new year. We are about to start a new year and a new karmic cycle. This moon connects back to the Gemini new moon eclipse on June 10, 2021 (reflect back), and it is the grand finale of a cycle we’ve been in since May 2020 - a cycle that has been all about weaving A GOLDEN REALITY. One based in love and peace and joy and truth and knowing. What will you receive now? Let yourself relax and surrender into these final days and just let it come. Whatever it is - know that it is the manifestation of a GREAT BRIGHT GOLDEN LIGHT, revealing itself in new ways now on Earth. Amen.
