Full Moon Vision

There was a time on a past journey when I went to meet my master, the mentor who guided me. When I arrived at his sacred land, I shook his hand. He didn’t say much, as he usually didn’t. His words were rare—not because he didn’t speak, but because he had a certain calculation in the space between words. A relaxed demeanor and concentrated tone echoed in his pauses. He knew what he was saying.

Upon my arrival, a simple welcome came as usual, and no more for the time being. I followed him in silence, knowing he was leading me somewhere. I saw the residence or building; it seemed to be all connected as one and had the style of a castle, though in height it stood only three or four stories tall.

He motioned with his hand for me to take a seat at a table. It was a long Germanic table with at least a dozen seats. Not all the seats were filled, but the table itself was full of an assortment of food. It appeared, in the quantity of dishes, like a fall feast—similar to Thanksgiving in the Americas. But here, the main course was not turkey or stuffing. I was most astonished to see what looked like a large crawdad or a particular breed of lobster but the skin was dark, not red like its lobster brothers. I noticed that the others gathered at the table were clearly not surprised by the food choice for this particular occasion.

My master continued walking until he stopped about a stone’s throw away from the group surrounding the table. He stood next to a ditch that, on the southwest side, contained a pond that was unusually deep. When I see my master in silence, I always know there is much more going on. Or perhaps he has such clear focus that only one thing is happening; and that, fully so.

A woman on my right and a few men on my left were speaking to me, though what they said was flat and focused only on their ideas of a delicious meal. One that neither I nor my master were partaking in. As the evening progressed, I noticed an unspoken understanding between the people on this property and my master. They were building something for the world. I felt that my knowledge could be used to help the cause.

There was an odd sound I heard. I knew my wife was looking for me, but for some reason, she couldn’t identify me. Perhaps it was my hat, which prevented anyone from seeing my long hair. I don’t know. Before I could get up from the table to find her, a woman walked out from the castle. She was covered in a ceremonial garment. It was peacock-colored and looked feathery, but not puffy. She was in some kind of trance and held a golden bowl in her hand. In the bowl was an oily substance, and as she walked up to the table, each person seated rose from their seat. She put her thumb in the bowl and began pressing people softly but deliberately on the forehead. The first person fell gracefully to the ground, smiling. I was rather taken aback by this sight, yet I didn’t experience fear. I was more curious about what was happening.

One by one, each person reacted similarly, as if losing conscious control of their body. And as she approached me, before I knew it her thumb was upon my forehead. Immediately when I felt her thumb remove, a vision overtook my eyes. It was the moon. I had forgotten that tonight was the night of the full moon, and I looked admiringly at it. A wave of hypnotic, trance-like yin-yang energy began to form on the moon. It spun slowly but it took me. I fell asleep.

When I awoke, I was still outside in the chair around the table. The others were still eating, but I wanted to run. I was tired of being still. I looked to where my master had been standing the previous night and he was gone. No trace. I decided to get up from the table and run toward the pond.

There was a certain part of the pond where you could jump from one side to the other. While running, I noticed three different females following my example. They had finished their meal and wanted to move around a bit. When I arrived at the pond, I jumped over the deep water and landed on the other side. I turned back and saw the first and then the second woman follow my path successfully landing the jump.

When the third arrived and jumped, it appeared that she froze mid-air and fell straight into the depth, flowing out toward the larger, deeper part of the pond. I called to the other two to come help. Working as a team with me in the water and the other two pulling her out, we saved her from drowning, though she remained unconscious.

We carried her back to the table calmly yet with urgency and looked for a seat to place her in. All the chairs were full. The one most suitable to hold someone in such a distressed state was occupied by a man who continued eating his large, dark-colored lobster. I could tell he was aware of us but he didn’t move nor did he move his eyes form his meal. The whole table appeared blind to the entire predicament, as if they couldn’t see the seriousness of the woman’s condition. She still hadn’t moved and was beginning to turn blue.

My vision began spinning again, and I’m not exactly sure how it happened but I was suddenly facing my master, as if I had been talking with him for ages. I asked him, “What was going to happen?”

He replied, “Different people receive different powers, but there is no danger to soul when action is in alignment.”