The harvest super moon has just completed its total eclipse transit across generous degrees of our clear night sky.
The whole affair lasted about 3 hours. As this month’s full moon spectacle shone its muted red-orange hue, all of the infinitude of stars became visible, and the spiral arm of our Milky Way also came out to glow in tonight’s celestial display.
The total blood moon eclipse and the star studded Milky Way show was nothing less than heavenly, celestial, and cosmically expansive.
I was able to get a few photographs of the moon rising above our tall mountain peaks to the east as the eclipse began, and once again as the eclipse faded out hours later. When the blood moon was present there was not enough light in the sky to support my amateur camera technology ability, but I did manage to imprint the image in my memory well enough. I used simple field glasses to help develop the exterior wonder into interior consciousness.
I was able to offer a few prayers on behalf of the Earth as the spectacle unfolded. One of my prayers is reprinted below.
The Gradual Scribe has been busy for the past couple of months consulting with clients, hosting travelers from distant places at the Retreat Center, and holding forth with a fine effort at keeping up with all of the many forms of too much information. Some people, who must know and understand such things, refer to the integration and assimilation of meaningful information as wisdom…one can only hope…
I have also been negotiating and mitigating the numerous pinon limbs which were broken and damaged in the big Mother’s Day snow storm which arrived this past May. I’ve had some engaging chain saw work-outs, as well as quieter contemplative moments parting out smaller branches for winter fire tinder. All of the large piles of various sizes of branches are now dried, cut, sorted, and are being stacked and stored.
The potato crop was smaller this season, the beans and peas were abundant, the tomatoes were excellent, the cold hardy vegetables are still going in the ground, the flowers were fabulous, the apple tree buds took a hit, and the summer was generally a mild to cooler one. We think a cold winter is due. The night time temperatures should stay in the minus 10 to 20 degree range this winter.
Pope Francis is visiting America and is trying to enable an uptick of consciousness in the hearts and minds of Americans, and also in our lame politicians. We wish him well in his communication efforts and messages of peace and goodwill during his trip here during this particular Mercury Retrograde cycle.
September 27, 2015, has only a few minutes left on my Mountain Standard Time clock and it is now time to retire to rest and dreams.
I close this gradual Journal with a thought about health which applies not only to our personal health in body-mind-emotion-spirit, but also to the healthy evolution of our society, the healing of our world’s alarming geopolitical stresses, and the healing of our world’s calamitous environmental stresses…
We don’t really need to put so much effort into getting healthy and being healthy…health is something we already have if we just don’t mess it up.
Of course at this point in the curve of human history and human bumbling, we actually do have to put alot of effort into the healing of what is to come.
Forgiveness is the only way we heal…please embrace the prayer…and live the solution.
A Prayer For the World
Let the rain come and wash away the ancient grudges,
the bitter hatreds held and nurtured over generations.
Let the rain wash away the memory of the hurt, the neglect.
Then let the sun come out and fill the sky with rainbows.
Let the warmth of the sun heal us wherever we are broken.
Let it burn away the fog so that we can see each other clearly.
So that we can see beyond labels, beyond accents, gender, or skin color.
Let the warmth and brightness of the sun melt our selfishness.
So that we can share the joys and feel the sorrows of our neighbors.
And let the light of the sun be so strong that we will see all people as our neighbors.
Let the earth, nourished by rain, bring forth flowers to surround us with beauty.
And let the mountains teach our hearts to reach upward to heaven.
Rabbi Harold S. Kushner
Good night from Crestone and Beyond.
The Gradual Scribe