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Mary & the Moon

Mary lay on the grass under a full, white moon. She lay there feeling like a sliver of light. Mary is too pale for the burning sun, but for the gentle, milky moon, she is just right. 

Mary stared at the moon without blinking. A slideshow of faces is what she anticipated, wished to see. Faces are what she had seen on the circular screen before.

On this night, the moon had something else in store. 

Moon spoke to Mary in her head. 

Moon’s voice is cool, soft, and here’s what she said, “Get up, Mary, and walk carefully to the Moonflower tree. There, at its feet, you will find a blackboard and chalk. Don’t linger, come back here. The Moonflower is poisonous, you see.” 

Mary walked through the thick dark to the tree with trumpet-shaped flowers. White and scented with love, it was hard to believe it had poisonous powers.

But then, thought Mary, beautiful things must have a defense, because beautiful things make nasty things tense.  

Mary carried the blackboard and chalk back to her previous location, sat down, and waited for Moon’s instruction. 

“Please write the words I say. Tell me to slow down If you feel the words are running away.” 

With Moon’s cool, soft voice in her head, Mary wrote and, as she did, the letters floated off the board up into the sky, a ribbon of noodle alphabet.  

Mary tried to grab them back. 

“Stop! The words are running away!” she said. 

“They’re doing exactly what they’re supposed to do. Don’t worry. You need only tell me to stop if I’m going too fast for you,” said Moon. 

Mary wrote. And wrote. And wrote some more. Thank goodness the words left the board – there was not nearly enough space for them all. 

As the words neared Moon, they would reassemble. The jumble of words, of their own accord, wrote the message across a sky that was now a billboard. 

The words appeared, at nightfall, in many places. The message was translated. No matter which evening sky you read, it was your language you saw in your head. 

If you were awake, perhaps you saw the words too?

People of Earth, I am Moon  

I am brightest tonight, in the fullness of my cycle, 

shining with my fullest might 

Always, this is how it is 

From light to dark, from dark to light 

A never-ending rhythm of coming and going, 

pulling back, then flowing  

Now we see, then we don’t, 

now we shine, then we won’t 

Through shadow, under darkness, 

it’s important to know, 

you are not alone, surrounded only 

by what can be seen 

Below, above, alongside, 

behind, in front, around,

are Beings and dimensions 

with a different, often unheard, sound 

You might visit them in your dreams, 

glimpse them as sleep pulls you in 

Do not be afraid, they mean you no harm 

If you are scared, if you feel alarm, 

if you’re not sure that what is there 

is good for you, 

say these words, 

and believe them to be true: 

“In this magic bubble we sleep 

in peace and happiness,  

and stillness deep 

In this magic bubble we pray 

we will be safe tonight,  

and every day 

In this magic bubble 

no darkness dare come, 

for the light it emits 

is as bright as the Sun” 

See this magic bubble

surround an area as big as you wish 

See it surround people and places, 

all that you cherish 

Sun and I work together, 

as do many entities unknown to you

Some protect, some guide,  

some just wish to be by your side 

Some are mischievous, some are funny 

A few are angry, a few are sad, 

A few are inclined to do what is bad 

It is with Infinite Consciousness 

just as it is on Earth 

Not all have good intentions 

You needn’t ask yourself why this is so 

Many have tried to answer such questions 

It is wise to accept the mystery of

collective projections, 

the infinity of the expanses,

the lower and higher dimensions,  

the realms, the layers of life 

Not only your life,

but the web all are constantly spinning, 

an intricate net beyond understanding 

Who creates? Who is created? 

What if many do both, 

in a never-ending spiral 

of never-ending growth? 

Mary was tired and asked Moon if she could rest.  

Moon said, “Please keep writing, Mary. We’re almost done.” 

Mary wrote Moon’s last words, her fingers, by now, a little numb. 

Move forward with grace, 

dear People of Earth, 

There is infinite, abiding love for you 

everywhere in Space 

Thank you for reading my thoughts, 

thoughts that will soon be erased 

Your ever-loving Moon

in her fullest phase   

Mary watched the last word peel off, float by. She was too tired to lift her head and see it pin itself to the sky. 

“Go to sleep now, Mary. You worked hard. Thank you.” 

Mary lay down on the grass on her left side, bringing her knees to her belly, her left hand under her left cheek. 

“Goodnight, Moon,” she whispered, “Thank you for letting me hear you speak.”  

All the faces of Moon smiled. 

“Goodnight, Mary,” Moon replied, wide awake. 

It would be quite a few nights before Moon lay on her side, taking a break. 


Mary & the Moon by Michele Damstra


PS If you enjoyed this short story, you might enjoy An Old Woman & a Pig, as well as An Old Man & a Crow

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