Moon Metaphysics – The Long Night’s Moon

Get a free psychic reading right now at PsychicAccess.comThis year’s final Full Moon is today, on Christmas Day, December 25th, 2015. The Native Americans and the Celts traditionally refer to today’s Full Moon as the “Full Cold Moon” or the “Long Night’s Moon.” Neo-pagans also know it as the “Moon before Yule.”

This year the Winter Solstice took place on December 21st, 2015 – the date on which the day in the Northern Hemisphere is the shortest and the night is longest. Due to the long, dark nights at this time of year, and the fact that the Moon’s orbit travels a high path across the sky, the Full Moon stays in the sky a long time. It is worthwhile to look out for. This is the time of the year when the Northern Hemisphere is held in the icy grip of winter. Traditionally, most of the time around this period was spent in leisure pursuits: teaching traditions to the youngsters, and re-telling the stories of the ancestors. The Celts traditionally have a ceremony welcoming the return of the Long Days.

How much can come, how much can go when the December moon is bright. What worlds of play we’ll never know sleeping away the cold white night, after a fall of snow ~  May Sarton

For pagans, the Full Cold Moon is a time to put any darkness in your life behind you. It is a time of rebirth, and to be grateful for all good fortune you may have in your life and to share it with others. It is a time to embrace each other with warmth, love and kindness. While the icy chill of Winter reigns outside under the gaze of the Cold Moon, we must open our homes and our hearts to each other. We must reach out to family, friend and strangers who may be suffering physically from the cold of winter, or spiritually from a Dark Night of the Soul.

The Medieval English referred to the December Full Moon as “Oak Moon.” The Oak was considered sacred because of the mistletoe that grew in the top most branches of Oak trees, “between the trees and the Heavens”. The Oak Moon was thought of as a moon of mystery, magic, and rituals.

I have a lovely book titled Moon Lore, which I often read to my grandchildren from. In it there is a tale called, A Story of the Oak Spirit.

Three young boys went into the woods when the Moon was high. They were filled with the energy of youth and began breaking tender saplings as they ran through the trees. Their rambunctious romp continued, until one of the youths came upon an old horn lying on the ground. The instrument was of an old style, made from the horn of an animal.

Despite the fearful objections of his companions, the one boy decided to try it out. He put his lips to the ancient instrument and blew. The sound that issued from the horn was an eerie, unearthly groan. The sound by itself was enough to make the three friends turn and flee, but when the horn was sounded, there came a far better reason to take flight.

Starry nights so still and blue, good friends calling out to you. Life, so fact, will always slow… for dreams of Christmas long ago ~ Jo Geis

In response to the horn’s call, a terrible shout from deep in the woods rang out and the sound of hunting hounds in pursuit of their prey could be heard. Two of the boys instinctively ran as fast as they could to the forest edge. The one who had sounded the horn stood frozen with fear for a moment, before he regained his senses and took off after his companions. Behind him he could hear footsteps closing quickly. Frightened and stumbling, his legs never stopped moving as he raced from the dark figure that followed him.

In the meantime, the two boys who were ahead emerged safely from the woods. They ran to the first dwelling they could find.  A temple that sat just outside the forest. There they shut the heavy door and waited for their friend.

Huddled behind the door, the boys could hear their friend nearing, and they could hear his pursuer close behind. Just a few steps from the door they heard the Hunter stop. They heard a swish of an arrow cut through the night air. Quickly they opened the door and saw their friend lying face down on the steps – dead. There was no arrow, no wound, no hounds or no Hunter – just the Full Moon shining brightly over her beloved woods.

The antlered shadow of Herne the Hunter can still be seen in the forest when the Moon is full. Perhaps it is the light of Diana, the ancient Roman lunar goddess, that gives life to the Oak Spirit. In any case, it is possible to see the dark silhouette of the Hunter among the oak branches by moonlight – even if you would prefer not to encounter the shadowy figure.

A dear friend, Tom, from the Navajo Native American tribe, told me one of my favorite moon stories. He overheard it once in a gathering of elders. When he was a child, The National Aeronautics and Space Administration (NASA) were doing some work for the Apollo moon mission near Tuba City. They chose the Native American reservation because the terrain was pretty close to what they thought the moon would be like.

Every year at just this time, in cold and dark December, families around the world all gather to remember, with presents and with parties, with feasting and with fun, customs and traditions for people old and young ~ Helen H. Moore

There were all kinds of people running around, including two large astronaut figures that were dressed in full lunar spacesuits. All this manic activity was calmly observed from a distance by a Navajo sheep herder and his son. The man and his son were noticed and approached by the NASA personnel. The man does not speak English, so his son asked the NASA staff who the two “strange creatures” were. They were told that they were men who were getting ready to travel to the moon. The Navajo man became very excited and asked if he could send a message to the moon with the astronauts. The NASA personnel thought this was a great idea, so they found a tape recorder. After the man gave them his message, they asked his son to translate, but he refused.

Later, the NASA folks asked more people on the reservation to translate the old man’s message, but every person they asked would just chuckle and then refuse to translate his words. Finally, they managed to hire a professional translator to interpret the message for them, which was: “Watch out for these guys, they come to take your land.”

About The Author: Indigo is an Indigo child, her gifts have been handed down through generations, and she has used them since she was a teenager. Using a unique blend of, tarot, astrology, numerology, psychology and clairvoyance, she is able to give you the most information in the shortest time possible to help you find a way to change your situation. She has been a spiritual advisor in her community for 20 years and continues her education, while fostering the gifts she has handed down to her grand-children. You can get a reading from Indigo at PsychicAccess.com.

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