One Full Moon night years ago, I awoke at three in the morning. I had a panicky realization: “I need to get disability insurance NOW!” In the previous weeks I’d discovered in myself a new alertness to stories of car accidents, how sudden, surprising, life-changing injuries can come from them. I strung them into a private necklace of worry beads. Why wouldn’t the Full Moon startle me awake with feelings of vulnerability and fear!
Full Moons can bring confusion or clarity. A friend once told me the smartest resolve she ever made was never to listen to panicky thoughts in the middle of the night. “Things always look better in the morning,” she counseled. Next morning the sun was shining. I pressed my worries into a scrapbook of deluded thoughts and moved on. Five days later I got a strange call. It was from my partner’s ex-wife. She had gotten two emails from her occasionally psychic ex-boyfriend, Jim: about me!
“I don’t want to alarm you,” she said. “Jim was feeling a little embarrassed and uncomfortable about telling you. In fact he emailed me last night not to say anything until he checked in again this morning. But this morning he said to go ahead and advise you to be careful around cars for the next three days. It may be nothing, just a fender bender in a parking lot. But just be cautious.”
Jim and I had met only once. I doubt he was in the habit of thinking about me. That he had the courage and compassion to share his intuition with a near stranger is remarkable. How could he know whether what he was sensing was true? He couldn’t!
That’s the trouble with intuition. It suffers the fate of all the invisible gifts: instinct, inspiration, intuition, and imagination, along with our nightly dreams. Even when these voices startle or bless us with useful messages, we can still wonder, is this really real? The same can be said of astrology or moonwork itself: Do I sense something genuine or is it just wishful thinking?
I don’t know if my worry over accidents and disability was authentic premonition or sheer anxiety. But if some benevolent angel had cared enough to whisper a warning to Jim, and he had cared enough to listen and pass it along, I decided it was important to honor it. As it was, I had few plans to drive over the next three days anyway. There was just that yoga class on Thursday… I could give that up.
Thursday I was walking through the orchard, about the time I would have been driving home from yoga, when it suddenly began snowing. Really snowing! Visibility was poor. A strong wind was whipping my coat. It was hard enough to walk through it; I couldn’t imagine driving. At home I checked the astrology of the time—the degree of my Pluto was on the Ascendant. Mars was squaring my Moon and opposing Saturn. It was the kind of configuration that might inspire, after some trauma had occurred, an “Of course, that was an accident waiting to happen!”
It might be a better story if an accident had happened and proven the invisible messengers right. It’s hard to talk about what didn’t happen. And so what I take from my non-accident is a different lesson than what an accident would have taught me. (That would have been a familiar teaching: “Slow down, ground in your body, pay attention to the moment.”) In some ways this lesson was more difficult. Yet it is an appropriate one for this season of lengthening nights as the Sun transits through mystery-loving Scorpio. It says: “Believe. Believe in the messages that reach you. Believe in the reality of invisible things.”
A friend tells the following a story about driving with her daughter down a mountain road. Her car hit a patch of black ice and spun out of control. Time slowed as she surveyed her options. If she steered left, they would hit an oncoming vehicle. If she steered right, they would plunge down the mountain. Then she became aware of one tree in particular; it was like it suddenly lit up. Knowing it was useless to try driving towards it, she asked the tree instead to draw them to itself. The next thing she knew, the car was smashed against the tree, technically totalled. But my friend and her daughter walked away without a scratch. The tree lost a small patch of bark.
As the poet Denise Duhamel writes “…the fairies,/ the world’s kindness, flit through landscapes/ trying to make things right.” There is much to believe in—even when it’s dark. The Sun just entered Scorpio, the year’s best season for strengthening your allegiance to what you know, but can’t always see.
A final tip, self care is an important ingredient in strengthening your link to intuition. When your body is agitated or out of balance–it’s difficult to distinguish intuition from the usual fears.
For years I’ve asked the following question of my clients before their sessions: “What, if anything, have you been neglecting lately? Nine times out of ten my client answers “Myself.” That’s a MOON imbalance—and it’s a common problem for our times. Unbalanced Moons take care of everyone but themselves. You’ll find some remedies in my Scorpio New Moon workshop. Enroll here!
Great reminder. Thanks, Dana!
Blessings, Geri!
Blessings to Mother Moon and you, Dana! And to Mother
Earth too~ Need some grounding at this hectic time of the holiday rush. But I admit I miss Mother Moon shining into my bedroom window and whisper come back, come back, dear Moon.
Yes, without the grounding wire of earth, it’s more difficult to drop in.