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Moon Metaphysics – The Hare Moon

Get a free psychic reading right now at PsychicAccess.comToday’s Full Moon in May is most commonly known as the Flower Moon, Planting Moon, or Milk Moon. But in some cultures it is also know as the Hare Moon, and the Buddha Moon.

The Micmac American Indian Tribe tells a legend from the time before the first people, when Rabbit and his grandmother lived in a lodge built deep in the heart of the Micmac forest. During the winter, Rabbit set traps and snares, so he could provide food for his grandmother and himself. He caught many small animals and birds for many years.

One day he discovered that someone was stealing from his traps. Rabbit and his grandmother soon went hungry. Rabbit tried waking up earlier and earlier, but although he visited his traps early each morning, someone always got to his traps and snares before him. They were always empty.

Rabbit is the space between the stars ~ Mark Andrew Poe

At first Rabbit thought it might be a cunning wolverine, until one day he found long, narrow footprints next to his trap line. They looked like moonbeams.

Rabbit eventually made a trap from a bowstring, with the loop fastened in a manner he felt certain would ensnare the thief when it came for his food. He took the other end of the bowstring and hid behind some bushes, from where he could watch his trap.

The moonlight was bright while he waited, but suddenly the moon disappeared and it got very dark. There were still stars in the sky, and no clouds, yet it was very dark, because the moon had vanished! Rabbit wondered what happened to the moon.

Soon there was the sound of something creeping slowly through the woods. Then Rabbit was suddenly blinded by a flash of bright, white light. It went straight to his trap line and shone through the snare that he set. Rabbit quickly pulled the bowstring and tightened the trap. There was the sound of struggling and as the light thrashed back and forth to get loose, Rabbit knew he had finally caught his thief.

Rabbit tied the bowstring to a nearby sapling to secure the trap, then raced back to tell his grandmother what had happened. She was an old and wise woman and told him that he must return at once and find out who, or what he had caught. Rabbit was very frightened and wanted to wait for daylight, but his grandmother said that it might be too late by then and implored him to return to his trap line.

As he approached his trap, Rabbit saw the bright light had not escaped. The light was so bright it hurt his eyes, so he bathed them in icy water from the brook nearby. It did not make much difference, because his eyes continued to hurt. He made big snowballs and tossed them at the light, hoping to put it out, but they just sizzled as they melted! Rabbit then made large clay balls from the mud at the side of the brook and threw them as hard as he could at the dancing, shining ball. He heard them strike the target and his prisoner shouted out in pain.

A quivering voice then asked why he had been trapped and demanded that he be set free at once. He claimed he was the Man in the Moon and he must be home before dawn came. The thief’s face was spotted with clay.

When Rabbit went closer, the Moon Man saw him and threatened to kill him and all of his clan if he were not released at once. Rabbit was so terrified that he raced back to tell his grandmother about this strange prisoner. Once again she was very wise, but also very scared, and told Rabbit that he must return and release the captive immediately.

A rabbit is never caught twice in the same place ~ American Proverb

Rabbit went back, and his voice shook with fear as he told his captive that he would be released if he promised never to steal from the snares again.

Rabbit could barely see in the bright light, but using his teeth he managed to gnaw through the bowstring and the Moon Man soon disappeared in the sky, leaving a bright trail in his wake.  To this day, rabbits blink in bright light because it is too strong for their eyes. Their eyelids are pink, their eyes water and their lips quiver, in remembrance of Rabbit’s terror.

The Man in the Moon has never returned to Earth. When he’s out lighting the world, people and rabbits can still see the marks of the clay Rabbit threw in his face. When he disappears for a few nights and the world is dark, he is trying to rub the marks of the clay balls from his face. But when the Man in the Moon appears again, one can see that he has still not been able to clean the clay marks from his shining face.

The story of the Buddha’s Moon originates from India and also involves a rabbit, or rather a hare.

Once upon a time three friends, a monkey, a fox, and a hare, lived happily together in the forest. They were devoted to one another and had made an oath to live together peacefully, and to remain friends forever. For many years they lived together in this way.

One day Buddha began to wonder about his animals’ true nature. Was the monkey really generous? Was the fox always that kind? Was the hare as helpful and peaceful as he seemed? Buddha decided he would test the animals’ faith, and disguised himself in rags as a poor priest. Hobbling upon a cane, he limped into the forest where many of his animals lived.

Before long Buddha came upon the monkey, who was swinging from branch to branch and chattering happily. When the monkey spotted the priest, he called out cheerfully, “Hello, sir, lovely day, I hope you’re having a wonderful day.”

Buddha bowed his head and said sorrowfully, “Ah, yes. It would be a truly wonderful day if I weren’t so hungry.”

“You’re hungry?” the monkey said, “I can help there. I can offer you a variety of fruit.” In a blink he took off swinging from tree to tree picking mangoes, pineapples and bananas to take back to the priest.

Be brave, little rabbit. Take a chance ~ Cherise Sinclair

While the monkey was busily gathering fruit, the fox walked by. Seeing the priest, he stopped to say, “Good day to you, holy man. How warm the sunshine is, don’t you think?”

“The sunshine?” the Buddha said woefully, looking up as if he hadn’t even noticed the sun. “Ah yes, it’s a pity warmth does not offer nourishment to a starving man.”

When the fox heard what the holy man said, he felt a great compassion. He remembered he had passed several fish lying upon the lake shore, just a few moments before. The fox thought that the fish would certainly fill the priest’s stomach.

“If you’ll just be patient, I can bring some tasty fish to nourish you,” said Fox, and he raced off to collect the fish.

When the fox was out of sight, the Buddha sat down beneath a tree and waited for the animals to return. Soon enough, he saw the hare hopping toward him. “Sir, welcome to the forest. My friends tell me you’re very hungry.”

The Buddha smiled. “I am indeed,” he said. Just at that moment the monkey returned. He was carrying an armful of delicious looking fruits.

“How very kind, monkey” the Buddha said. “You are truly generous.”

“My pleasure,” Monkey said, smiling and bowing.

The fox returned a few minutes later carrying plenty of fish. “Here you are, sir. Your stomach will soon be full with delicious, fresh fish!”

“How can I ever thank you?” asked the Buddha.

“That I could help, is thanks enough,” Fox replied.

The hare stood by, watching helplessly. “Sir,” he said, “I eat nothing but grass, and I have nothing else to give you, but I would be honored to share my grass with you.”

The Buddha smiled at the hare. “No, thank you,” he said.

The hare thought for a few minutes, and then whispered to his friends, “Will you help me?” The three friends then turned to the Buddha and said, “We will return soon!”

Ideas are like rabbits. You get a couple and learn how to handle them, and pretty soon you have a dozen ~ John Steinbeck

A little later, the monkey, the fox and the hare returned, each of them carrying armfuls of wood. They built a great roaring fire, and then the hare said to the monkey and the fox. “I am going to jump into this fire,” he said, “and when I am cooked, please give me to this poor man to help ease his hunger.”

Although they didn’t want to lose their friend, the monkey and the fox nodded solemnly, and the hare leaped into the fire.  As he was falling, the “hungry priest” threw off his shabby robe, threw his walking stick into the fire, and as the monkey and fox watched in amazement, Buddha transformed back into his true self. He reached into the fire, and cradled the hare, alive and well, in his arms.

“Who are you?” Monkey asked.

“What kind of trickery is this?” Fox asked.

Buddha smiled and said, “Please, do not be afraid. You see that I am not a poor, shabby priest, and I see you as you truly are as well. You are genuinely devoted, generous, kind and peaceful souls who help even the shabbiest priest.”

The monkey and the fox bowed to the Buddha. “Thank you,” they said still looking at Buddha in awe. “That’s how all creatures are supposed to treat each other.”

“This is true,” Buddha said. When he turned to look at the hare he said, “Your generosity is incomparable, my friend, but sacrificing yourself was wrong. To keep you safe forever, I am putting you on the moon. Everyone will see you there and always remember your kindness and generosity, and you will be safe from this day forward.”

To this day, if you look up at the moon when it is full, you will see that the hare, Buddha’s beloved, is still up there… safe forever.

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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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