Full Thunder Moon
The Full Thunder Moon
Once upon a blue moon rising
There were Kali-like explosions
Of fire storms raging
Erupting into miles of upward flames
They licked the bottom
Of Her divine crescent, throwing ashes
On Her like Christ’s blessings
Mothers blood, ran down mountain sides
As they burst like contracting spasms
From Her womb, birthing new lands
And forging new geographical locations,
She has been labeled the harlot of creation
For Her gifts of reproducing civilizations
She has been hidden under the Gregorian rule
In every third year as the second moon,
Yet she actually rises
As the thirteenth-
Truly called Full Thunder Moon.
Her powers were stolen and warped
When the temples had originally fallen,
The illuminati demons killed angels and queens,
Daughters of the priestesses ring
Secreted away, they hid the pureness of Her features,
They shrouded Her with dirt and demons
Taking the simplicity of pure love in the making
And converted it into lustful thinking
Raping each daughter at the dawn of Her season
To gain Her powers for their own dark magical workings
Realistically manifesting their new world order
Into acceptable forms.
Oracles of days past foretell
Of the true mathematics
Which rules our creation
Moon power in the twilight hour
Reflecting our divine Mothers longing
She rises with blossoming visions
We danced again like children in fairies rings
And manifest only god and goddesses teachings
Simplicity of true love and joy and innocence
Our only remedy for all the evil doings
Each blue moon
Opens a door, a day out of time
Where the hermit and the mystic meet
To offer simple translations
From the ancients and our ancestors,
From Siddhartha to Buddha,
Bearing these kinetic fruits
Of the knowledge of creation
Granting seeds of truth
Hidden in every youth
And all tribal traditions’.
Our knowledge given
Though the first tree of creation,
Has neither sin nor lamentation,
Nor guilt engrossed difference
For those were fallacies
We were forced into thinking.
This moon of immense proportions
Has the power to unfold awareness
Of our true selves
She begins a new birth of magical manifestations
Bringing new life into being
The Luna cycle operates seasons,
And oceans and woman’s blood
Resonating with natures true creation
We the priestesses and princes of lore
Awaken with our mother’s luminescent stare
Gather our memories and the tools we have been given
To fight the spiritual warfare
So upon this night in the twilight light,
Rise to remember and reclaim our selves,
Realized realigned and reuniting
Rejoice in this constant revolution
Of our souls evolution
A blessed shimmering within the oneness
Of true revelations
Here is our new day dawning,
Our new earth forming.
When we simple farmers of healing
Can harvest each magical hermetic seed
With love and care
To reclaim our lost temples|
Reintegrate the goddess, our mother
It is our salvation putting back into balance
This here Jah’s creation.
- Juju Rootz, © 2006
