Blood Moon.


Is it here? My face twisted as though a drop of sour lime was diffusing sporadically through my tongue.

Is it really here? Some say the full moon comes with a rejuvenating energy, they say it’s a time for restoration, others say it purges the soul of evil and purifies it with light.But whose to say which is light, and which is dark? Whose to say that darkness isn’t pure; and whose to say that beneath the light, evil isn’t stalking around in plain sight.


As darkness floods the environ this night, the mysticism of the moon becomes vigorously charged.My consciousness is altered as I delve into self-awareness.A bird perches on a wire as I look onwards…beyond the affirmations of the mortal body to the realization that this round silver “astronomical body” is in linear alignment with the sun and earth.                    Yes, It is here.                                                                                                                                                      Stargazers are in for an even bigger treat as Jupiter is in close proximity of the moon tonight.So what exactly is the significance of this phenomenon? As it turns out, this moon has been associated with the blossoming of spring earliest flowers, wild ground phlox.Hence, it’s called the pink moon among others.So maybe the full moon signifies new beginnings. A time of powerful healing, A time for hope….

That night, beneath the full moon, He brought me to the oasis and placed me in the pond.My dark hair turned white, I opened my eyes and began to cry…and they knew I would live— Princess Yue in The siege of the north part 2, Avatar: the last Airbender.

This phenomenon has been called many names including the strawberry moon, harvest moon, oak moon, milk moon, hay moon, old moon and now because seeing is believing, pink moon.However, because of an inspired yet oddly ghoulish episode of Avatar which in summary relayed wisdom about harnessing the energy of the full moon to the best of one’s potential.Hence, Blood moon.

The relationship of the moon and the ocean is yet another fascinating paradox.It goes without saying that they signify not just healing but emotional awareness and intuitiveness.


Tui and La, Your moon and ocean have always circled each other in eternal dance.They balance each other…Push and Pull…Life and Death…Good and Evil. Yin and yang.— Koh in the siege of the north part 2, Avatar: the last Airbender

So when you submerge your head against your pillow this evening.close your eyes, and meditate a little on how the moon deliberately influences your life by creating a balance. Think about how much of your life is being influenced by emotions.As electromagnetic frequencies vibrate along your middle ear and spreads through your entire being, What you feel is, the time to plant your seed, the time to get the big chop, time to go for the casting auditions, the time to begin that exercise regimen, the time to travel and explore a new dimensions, the time to admit your vulnerability….Is now.

If you’re a scholar, you especially need to take advantage of the vibes the current cosmic alignment is oozing.

Symbolically, the blood moon deals with revelation—of oneself, of others, and of previously covert scenarios.Even some species of wolf, forsake their location to the Energy of the moon. Therefore, the buzz is not just for the sake of it, so unwind as the blood moon unleashes it’s full effect.



Yellow Roses

Green pastures roll by for several minutes and then there was desert land.

I plastered my eyes to the minut window, not staring at anything in particular.

All I could note was the abrupt transition from abundance to famine.

“Ma’am, could you put on your seatbelt, please?”

I rotated my head; lengthening my neck to get the pudgy middle-aged man in full view.

I complied.

ticket, please?

I reached inside my favorite tonic-black jacket, slowly pulling out a paper and extended my arm towards him.

His eyes fixated on it for a few seconds. “Thank you” he said, handing it back.

As he motions to leave. “Excuse me” I said shyly ” How long is this bus ride?”

“Where u headed?” he asks.

“Amphetamine city”


He glances down his wrist. “about 3 more hours from now” walking away

I sighed heavily, Propping my back against the rails of my seat

I peered out the window again; now it was a corn field. Acres, acres, and acres of corn.

Time seemed to churn slowly, slower than a store clerk stacking cans of Campbell chicken noodle soup at Walmart.Seemingly delighted at how despondent and nonchalant we seemed to be.

Earphones In.A tablet in her hands. The girl adjacent to me was fidgeting aloud on her device; completely transfixed solely on becoming the next candy crush champion.

yea, I know what it means to be possessive of a thing. A relic, and not being able to give it up.After all, that was I was sitting here; on this humid godforsaken Friday evening yearning to alight soonest at the last stop.

There was something about that place—— or someone that hypnotized me.

“This diary is my kief, hashish and opium pipe. This is my drug and my vice.” ― Anaïs Nin

The repeated honking by the driver jolted me back to reality.’

Earphones in, eyes shut. The herculean brawn behind leaned back.cushioning his neck on the headrest. sweat beading on his forehead.His blonde mane seemed to highlight his freckled chin and highly tanned skin

“Damn”, I imagined, a wave of stale wind drove into my face; ” a bottle of India pale ale would have been quite handy at this point of the voyage”.Rooky mistake.

From my peripheral vision, I noted the gorgeous lean lady with the “Audrey Hepburn” neck. Hair braided back with a few perfectly scattered on her neck.She was undoubtedly entertained by the elderly woman beside her with velvety blue eyes. The latter was seemingly excited; her pupils dilated; perhaps that’s was why she was chatty; Perhaps a listening ear was all she needed to offload her heart’s burden.

Our need to drown time in unique ways captivated me to weave this tapestry.It was their need to spend time that compelled the way I spent mine. It’s been about 50 minutes journey left and I’m still sitting here.legs crossed.scribbling this.  Acres of land, Green pastures, velvety blue eyes disperses slowly with clouds tumbling in.

I look onwards to the horizon, anticipating the sunset dawning on us and right then, I caught a glimpse of yellow roses sprouting from dust beneath my feet.

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