Harvest Moon

18th of October, 2024

It is Friday. I am writing.

Full moon.

It is 8am and her beauty is overwhelming.

She was with me all night, shining bright.

It was a very restful night.

Unusual.

It felt like I was out for 20 hours.

Maybe I was.

The moon has powers.

You have no idea.

I continue learning about her.

Some sources claim that she was brought here and suspended forcefully, and that she is harvesting energy from all life on Earth.

The most interesting study I found is her description in « in the search of the miraculous » by P, D Ouspensky, where I learned that she is governed by 96 laws.

Earth is governed by 48 and that means that size of the atom on the moon is 96 times bigger than at the source and everything there is also 96 times slower.

She is a very beautiful snail, and perhaps will become earth one day.

I wonder, what is her destiny?

I did not know that we are able to disconnect from under her influence by certain practices, and that human consciousness is able to raise above astral level, reaching Milky Way and beyond, up until the law of three and eventually the Law of One.

It still did not click that I live in a fairy tale.

It is not even just a movie.

Every morning, when I wake up, I have to remind myself this is really happening.

The world really operates on what almost every person would call magic, and what really is a set of very precise mathematical principles and so called universal laws that govern the solar system we live in.

Yesterday morning, I was gazing boldly into the sun as it rose from behind the Ibiza hills.

I was sitting on a tree thinking, how cool would it be if I learned how to jump on trees like some of these amazing athletes I observe on social media.

How great would it be to teach my daughter that.

There's something in climbing for both of us.

We both enjoy walls to conquer.

It sounds silly, but it is like that: sense of pride that comes when you are able to climb.

It makes me feel powerful, independent and resilient.

What a paradox considering that in those very moments I am powerless, fully dependent on the mercy of the divine and the mountain I am trying to hold on to.

Maybe that is exactly why I am enjoying this moment so much.

It gives me an opportunity to pray and observe how grateful I am for my life and how fragile it is.

It really is so precious.

The sky is painted like a baby room, bluish pinkish. It's around 8:30am and the moon is smiling at me in full bloom.

Time to practice Kriya.

Bye.

Viviana Czapracka Gogacz