A Night in the Temple of the Moon


Yesterday evening was a waning full moon in Virgo, with the sun (of course) opposing my own sun sign while it spends this month in Pisces. It might have been unfortunate, but also obvious that this would be a night I would find myself entering the Temple of the Moon, where Isis, the Great Mother dwells. She draws me in as she must, for the darkness must always draw in the light. As usual, this trip is unexpected, at least as far as my agendas and plans are concerned. I usually like to prepare for my trips, but spontaneity can take the reins whether we like it or not.Some might say it was an unfortunate time to enter this Temple of Darkness, others serendipitous. Both are irrelevant, for here I was, surprisingly by choice, but here nonetheless. Being here always encourages one to face and address those things one has hidden in their own dark temples of the mind, and this is what was thrust upon me. Darkness does cooperate with its own kind, and so the pain began to coalesce within me. As the layers are peeled away, it is all there for me to see once again — yes, again. This is a pain I am well too familiar with, one I thought I had reconciled — but no….

Now it stands before me naked, stripped of all accoutrements, accessories and masks, naked before me as I am naked before it. There is nothing I can hide and nothing left to hide because everything I am is displayed openly before Goddess and the Universe.

One cannot begin to approach the deep truth and beauty of Isis unless they are purified. We must be pure of heart, thought, intention and desire. If we are not, and in this moment I am not, then she will help you rid yourself of the lies and the drivel we surround ourselves with. Isis has her own special way of doing this with the tenderness and ferocity of a lioness. Some might call it an exercise in tough-love, but I am a willing student — so my class begins.

Things  begin with standard self-examination as the doors are opened and then slowly intensify with thrashings and spankings interspersed with water-breaks, so to speak, only to continue. This goes on until I go to bed, thinking only of sleep and rejuvenation. However, I remain in this Temple of the Goddess as I pass into my sleep and quickly deeper into REM state. I remain in this Temple throughout the night, facing pains and demons of my own creation that apparently were only swept under the rug in years gone by, sometimes repeatedly. I remain in this place until I awaken the next morning, where I am left exhausted, empty and desolate — simply cast away.

All these pains and thrashings of the night have cleansed me (for the time being), and as I stand to face the day completely disjointed, I begin to mimic waking life without any life left in me. I remain apart from my normal reality throughout this day without finding any consolation in knowing that it is only an empty cup that can be filled.

I say a silent prayer:

“I am emptied so that I can be filled — full beyond overflowing so that I might share, so that I might give of all that passes through me in abundance.

“I give not for myself, but give because it is simply in my nature. I am as a tree that gives of its fruit, and gives of its fullness.

“I give not because I want to give, but because I must. I make no plans to give, I do so only because I exist.

“I give now without plan or effort, spilling what is within me wherever I go, and without discrimination.

“I give so that I might be empty, only to be filled again.”

This day I walked empty — void of emotion, thought, desire and agenda. This day I walked in pain from having pain torn from me, and I walk, waiting to be filled again.

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5 Responses to “A Night in the Temple of the Moon”

  1. To Run From the Sun in a Flying Tin Can « Dreams of the Magus – Where Angels Fear to Tread Says:

    […] close my eyes and repeat the prayer I was given in my most recent visit to the Temple of the Moon to pay homage to this Goddess in the sky and this gateway to other worlds, rich and strange worlds […]

  2. verewig Says:

    Indeed, purification is essential for all levels of spiritual work. We had a similar discussion in our Gnostic forums of how to distinguish between deceiving spirits and true light beings. Self knowledge and the cultivation of Histavut (non-attachment) is essential thus to be the same in praise and blame alike.

    Sophia

    • Pete Madstone Says:

      Hi Sophia,

      The alchemical process certainly seems to be a requirement for our soul’s purification – separating the dross from the pure, but agenda and well-laid plans can sometimes (and wrongly) take precedence over the experience itself sans judgement. In the higher realms it seems there is no wrong or right activity, only activity itself. This is why a “pure” angelic mother-goddess such as ISIS is also the wicked, cruel and downright nasty one. It is only my concepts and ideas that make her such. Otherwise I would be a victim in the typical co-dependent type of relationship with this incredible “mother” (or maybe just in denial ;D ).

      Are there wicked spirits, or do they just fulfill our expectations of them? I am NOT saying they are not real, and do not have very real effects on us or our world, I would just have to say that swinging from pole to pole in order to balance qualities of “praise and blame” and using each equally has allowed us no tangible growth whatsoever (experience yes, but growth, no). I feel that removing the idea of opposites and finding that ellusive third quality between the two, a combination of the two, a child of the two which is completely independent of the two is a necessity. This is the child that stands alone at the portal that can only be entered by one – one that is al(l)one, not two.

  3. Genevieve Says:

    That is beautiful

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