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Moon Metaphysics – The Storm Moon

Get a free psychic reading right now at PsychicAccess.comIn Medieval times February’s full moon was known as the Storm Moon. During this month storms, rain, snow, and ice raged across the Northern Hemisphere and the Earth was still in the firm grip of winter. Ships were tossed on the sea as if they were feathers in the wind, and travel was limited.

In one Greek myth, Scylla, a sea monster, along with the whirlpool Charybdis, each guarded a side of the Strait of Messina which divides Italy and Sicily. Travelling sailors navigating the strait would have to choose risking their lives with either the monster, or the whirlpool. Greek mythology states that Scylla had six heads, each with three rows of sharp teeth, held on six very long necks. Her body was made out of several growling dogs held up by twelve paws. Her heads would reach out to passing ships to grab sailors and crush them against the rocks before devouring them.

It is a sure sign that a culture has reached a dead end when it is no longer intrigued by its myths ~ Greil Marcus

Scylla wasn’t always a monster. She was once a beautiful sea nymph. The sea god Glaucus fell in love with, her, but when Glaucus went to Circe, a witch, to ask her to cast a love spell on Scylla, Circe became jealous of his love for Scylla, and instead cursed the beautiful nymph into a terrifying creature, doomed to live forever stuck on the Strait of Messina greedingly eating anything or anyone that sailed by.

Inuit called today’s moon the Seal Pup Moon, because this is when seals gave birth. There isn’t much more associated with this name, but I found this Inuit folk tale about Sedna, Mistress of the Underworld, which is strangely reminiscent of Scylla the seamonster.

Once upon a time an Inung lived with his daughter Sedna. The girl’s mother died when Sedna was very young, and Sedna led a quiet life growing up with her father on an isolated beach. Sedna grew up to be a beautiful young woman and young men came from all around to win her hand, but none of them could touch her heart.

One day, in early spring as the ice was breaking up, a fulmar flew from over the ice and sang the most beautiful song Sedna had ever heard. “Come with me to the land of the birds.  There is never hunger, my tent is made of the best, warmest, most beautiful skins. You will rest on soft bearskins, and other fulmars will bring you everything your heart desires. Our feathers will clothe you, your lamp will always be filled with oil, and your cooking pot filled with meat.”

Sedna long resisted the song, but finally found she could no longer resist and they flew together over the sea. After a long, exhausting trip, they finally arrived at the country of the fulmar. Sedna soon discovered that her spouse had deceived her. Instead of the beautiful pelts she was promised, her new home was covered with wretched fish skins, full of holes, that  didn’t shelter the occupants from cold winds and snow. Instead of the soft bearskins she was promised, her bed was made of stiff walrus skins. Instead of the wonderful meat she was promised, she had to live on the fish the birds brought her.

You have to be able to appreciate these things. How many people can say it was a full moon last night and appreciate it? ~ Sandy Miller

It didn’t take Sedena long to realize that she had tossed aside her opportunities when, in her foolish pride, she had rejected the Inuit youth who tried to win her hand in marriage. In her dispair she sang: “Oh father Aja, if you knew how miserable I am you would come to me so we would hurry away in your boat. The birds do not accept me, the stranger. Cold winds roar about my bed, they give me the least desirable food. Please come and take me back to my home.”

When a year had passed and the sea winds were warmer, Sedna’s father left his home to visit Sedna. She greeted him with much happiness and begged him to take her back home. The Inung learning about the way his daughter had been treated, vowed revenge. He executed the fulmar, took Sedna to his boat, and they quickly left the land which had brought so much heartache to Sedna.

When the other fulmars came home and found their companion dead and his wife gone, they all took to the sky in search of the culprits. A short distance from their land, they found the boat and caused a heavy storm. The sea rose in very tall waves that threatened to tear the boat apart. Feeling that he was in mortal peril, the father decided to sacrifice Sedna to the birds and threw her overboard. As she clung to the edge of the boat with a death grip, the cruel father took a knife and cut off the first joints of her fingers, which transformed into whales as they fell into the water, the nails fashioned into whalebone. As Sedna held onto the boat more tightly, the second finger joints were removed by the sharp knife and swam away as seals.  When the father cut off the stumps of the fingers they became sharks.

Meanwhile, believing Sedna had drowned, the fulmars allowed the storm to subsided. Only then did her father allow Sedna to come into the boat again, but from that time she nurtured a deadly hatred toward her father and bitterly swore revenge.

After the boat reached shore, she called her dogs and let them gnaw off the feet and hands of her father while he slept. When he awoke he cursed himself, his daughter, and the dogs that had maimed him. As he raged, the earth opened up and swallowed the hut, the Aja, the Sedna, and the dogs. They have since lived in the land of Adlivun, the place souls are purified before moving on, where Sedna is the mistress.

About The Author: Indigo

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

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