Full Mooning

And what a doozy of a full moon that was, rife with frenzy and undertow. Going to ground in some way, shape or form was possibly all that saved you from the fray. Or at the very least permitted you to save yourself.The thing about the moon full as a plate and blinding is that those beams don't miss a thing. Ever. They illuminate every gnarly nook and well masked cranny, ready willing or not. They are silvery truth seekers, magnetically drawn to illuminate all the awful facets too, not just the ones that reflect our light. And that darklings, makes lunatics of us all.Our mission right now is simply that we choose to stop fuqing fighting it. This has been the case all year and way back beyond through eclipse seasons and retrogrades and tough to wrangle astrofuquery. There is a grander plan and greater force at play here. We're nowhere near done yet because it hinges on the W H O L E truth.The giddying goal is evolution, individually and collectively. A personal revolution, each. A complete transformation using authenticity as our north star. It is damn near impossible to achieve if you are using a steaming pile of obscuration instead. Or blame. It's not their fault you're not there yet. Absolutely none of us have got the t-shirt to fit right yet. Let the truth set you free from these lying lesser gods, the ones who submit to their constant sorrows by pretending to be something they are not.You are required to be constantly complicit in your evolution.This is a steep learning curve.Keep doing you and you will keep doing better.If it can be destroyed by the truth, it deserves to be destroyed by the truth.~ Carl Sagan (and last night's Captastic full moon)Art by Wabimeguil from The Grandmother Moon SeriesWords c. Kerrie Basha, 2018