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Moon Metaphysics – The Mead Moon

Get a free psychic reading right now at PsychicAccess.comToday’s full moon on July 19th is traditionally known as the Full Mead Moon in Germany.

Long, long ago, God of wisdom, poetry and war, Odin, made a decision to send a younger God, Mani, to the skies. Mani was a very handsome God and his duty was to drive the chariot and fill the dark night skies with light.

Odin collected all things wasted on Earth and sent them with Mani. He collected misspent time and broken vows, abandoned friends and squandered wealth.

Every night Mani’s chariot was filled to the brim with unanswered prayers and wasted talent, unfulfilled promises and favors. He also carried the hearts of the ones who did not love, and the memories of the ones who did not care to remember.

Mani took two children with him too, a blonde boy named Hyuki, and his sister called Bil. But this was not Odin’s original plan.

Drunkenness is nothing but voluntary madness ~ Seneca

There was a man in the village, Vidfinner, who had a son and a daughter, Hyuki and Bil. When others were about, he was gentle and loving toward the children. In truth, Vidfinner only loved the elixir, mead. He had loved and craved the mead so much that, long ago, he fought and beat the Gods, so he would be free to steal their magical mead. The mead was known as magical, because it gave the drinker strength and power more than they could imagine.

“This mead gives me power over all, even the Gods,” Svigdur howled to anyone who might listen. To the Gods he cried out, “I do not care about you, I have my mead!”

Svigdur was greedy and never had enough mead to satisfy his longing for that power. He created a spring in the mountains which he could get his magical mead in secret. One night, Svigdur ordered his children. “Go to the mountain spring and collect a bucket of mead for me!”

It was a night filled with wild sounds. “But father,” Hyuki protested, “it’s very late, and so dark, and we’re afraid. We cannot climb the mountain at night. We might get lost.”

“I care not about your fears,” Svigdur shouted. “Go immediately. I must have more.” He slung a pole and a bucket over his young children’s shoulders and sent them out into the darkness.

The children, quivering in fear set out for the mountain. As they began to climb their breath became heavy and they clutched each other’s hands. They knew that if they failed their task, their father would unleash his terrible anger on them.

Drinking makes such fools of people, and people are such fools to begin with, that it’s compounding a felony ~Robert Benchley

As Odin looked down on Earth, he saw the two children climbing the mountain with a bucket. He knew where they were headed, and remembering Svigdur’s thievery. His anger returned and he shook with rage. Since the first day Svigdur had stolen the mead, Odin had promised to one day return it to its rightful owners in the heavens.

When the children reached the top of the mountain and staggered their way to the secret spring, they dipped their bucket and filled it to the brim. When they pulled it out, and placed it on the pole, they spilled some onto the grass. Where the mead was spilled the grass quickly grew tall, and lush, and strong.

“Amazing,” Hyuki said, looking at the beautiful grass. “This must be a magical drink, Bil. We must take care not to spill another drop.”

“Yes,” Bil said. “Hyuki, I think this mead might be a gift from the gods.”

“A gift?” Hyuki said. “I think father stole this mead from the Gods.”

“Possibly,” Bil said quietly. She had always wondered about that.

As the children began to walk down the side of the mountain, the pole balanced between them, careful not to spill another drop, Odin called to Mani, “Those children are to go with you, too. Their kindness is wasted here on a father who cares only for mead meant for Gods. Take these children and the bucket of mead with you, and keep them with you always.”

Mani swooped to Earth and easily picked up the brother and sister, and the bucket of mead. As he rode his chariot to the Heavens, Earth was awash in bright light – the light of Mani’s chariot, two misused children and a bucket of mead more magical than any other.

Since that night, brother and sister, Hyuki and Bil, lived on the face of the moon. Some say that the dark spots on the moon are shadows of the children, and some call out whenever the moon is full, “Drop some of the magical mead on my lips, sweet Bil.” For some people also want the strength that only the magical mead of the moon can provide.

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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