Blue Moon and A Day To Remember, in Full

Blue Moon

The 22nd of August, 2021

Blue Moon – A Day To Remember, in Full

“I'm not asking you to kiss me, nor apologize to me when I think you're wrong. I won't even ask you to hug me when I need it most. I don't ask you to tell me how beautiful I am, even if it's a lie, nor write me anything beautiful. I won't even ask you to call me to tell me how your day went, nor tell me you miss me. I won't ask you to thank me for everything I do for you, nor to care about me when my soul is down, and of course, I won't ask you to support me in my decisions. I won't even ask you to listen to me when I have a thousand stories to tell you. I won't ask you to do anything, not even be by my side forever. Because if I have to ask you, I don't want it anymore.”
—𝑭𝒓𝒊𝒅𝒂 𝑲𝒂𝒉𝒍𝒐 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝑯𝒖𝒔𝒃𝒂𝒏𝒅

I am standing at the core of the Piața Victoriei crossroads.
The Full Blue Moon is up above.
In the very heart of the sky.


Right in the middle, of everything.

She can be seen from all over the place.
From every standing point of the Victory Square, where lies the Government Building, Lady Moon is the Queen of the Night, governing with her magic.

This is the very first moment in my Life that I cross the Street only to stumble into the sight of the Full Blue Moon -- this clear... this bright... and this perfectly round.

It’s a first, for me.

I am staring at her, like a fool.

She is looking so luminous.

So gorgeously enlighting and inviting into a new realm.

A brand new page, for me.

Seeing her at the very heart of the intersection, I know … I feel it right over here, that my being is splitting in two. The reminiscences of all that was are being released into the nevermore.

Except for the years spent in the heart of the Garden of Roses, back home, in Damascus,
and for the years spent in the heart of the Garden of Books with mamaie Eugenia, the delicious grannie,
and for all the moments spent amidst the Garden of the Hearts…

here and there,
in Bucharest and Istanbul,
and during all of my trips,
I am releasing it ... All.

What remains?

My being is in 100% alignment with my very self.

Blue Moon

The process of the ascension of Gaia, and hopefully of our race, is in full progress.

Slowly and smoothly, we are entering a brand new threshold for Gaia, generally referred to as the 5th Dimension.

Of course, it will take time.

That’s how the story goes…

Nevertheless, time has taken its toll.

Can you / do you feel it?

As of the 25th of August, Gaia is subject to a Sun Storm.

Mother Gaia and the entire galaxy are subject to the process of awakening, release, realignment and incredible elevations.

To me, the process is exhausting and draining. Both in terms of releasing the “leftovers” and receiving the heavy showers of (Sun) LIGHT.

I tell Madame Julieta, mother, “I am pregnant with Light”.

Now that's how you get your mother's attention!

Had I told her “I am receiving showers of Light” … my words wouldn’t have brought about the same impact.

Hence, there are a lot of symptoms associated with it.

I shall care to talk about them in a separate post.

How do these showers of light translate?

— ♣ We are clearing out cellular records, regenerating our DNA.

— ♣ The Light being poured into and onto us translates into new encodings.

— ♣ Subsequently, this is a time of ADJUSTING to the LIGHT received. And what an adjusting!


I lift my head up from the phone, where I am writing this post, to look at her and hear the words she pours into my ears.

"Starliner" reads a bus passing in front of my eyes.
This must be the best view I have ever had of the Moon.
The Fullest Moon.
My eyes are glued onto her.
I can’t walk. My feet have become one with the sidewalk.
I could go on watching her like this for hours.
And she is telling me, this is a new start. The gray clouds about to cover her have me think of the Twilight series.
I cross the Street to get closer to her.
She’s about to hide behind the building.

And I am trying to read the gray lines on her:

"Today you have been gifted a souvenir from Damascus and a cosy handmade creamy soap from Aleppo. Isn’t that magical?"

"It is."

"You have lived to the fullest an exquisite Sunday with your longtime friend. Isn’t that magical?"

"It is."

I look into her and I can see the new path she’s laying down for me.

I’ll just have to wait for the stairs to reach my window.

In the meanwhile, Thank You,

Dear Source,

for today’s wonderful surprises.

It has been a Full Day.

... and I have got the feeling Christmas is here earlier this year.

"They thought I was a surrealist, but I wasn't. I've never painted dreams. I painted my reality."
—𝑭𝒓𝒊𝒅𝒂 𝑲𝒂𝒉𝒍𝒐
Full Moon

"Lady Moon” is a reference I am borrowing from the dearest Painter of Words.

I haven’t gotten the 2nd part of his story. Nevertheless, he surely knows how to colour the moments during my walking meditation and many other moments throughout the day.

His vibrant presence from afar,  from the very heart of his Ivory Castle, colours many of my moments.

The dear Hermit Writer ... 

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