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
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