When I think of the approaching of a Full Moon in October, the Hunter’s Moon, I am filled with the memory of running and hiding, running and hiding all alone in fear of giant black-caped horsemen on great black horses pursuing me through the darkest nights and moonlit nights, searching everywhere to find and kill me. The horsemen were hunters wreaking vengeance, and still, somewhere, they ride and seek with stony hearts.
It has been a recurring nightmare all my life, and childhood games like hide and seek were unhappy reminders of what I wanted to forget. My dream-time remembering is of a particularly dark time in the ancient war waged for millennia against the Light: it may be your nightmare too, for the men and women who were on Earth then are here again. Some, too, like me were chased, others instead were the hunt.
That is what this Full Moon is all about – reminders and choices as it illuminates starkly the schisms and fissures in our world as the battle for the Light rages between religions and races, nations and individuals, values and intents, compassion and cruelty. It is no coincidence that the hunting down of Jamal Kashoggi has occurred at this time. This, remember, is the Moon of the Hunter, and it is Blood red as it looms over Earth this week, reminding us of what we have long forgotten, reminding us of why we are here – for the Hunter’s Moon is also the Blood Moon, and the Moon of Decision.
Nightmares are reminders of the past, and of dark events and feelings that seem real at the time but which fade in the light of day. Light dissolves the dark, always, and the dark cannot exist in the Light. So it is that the sombre happenings of war and plague and death all around us may seem like a terrible reality now, but the imminence of a great Light will turn it into a dream, and every nightmare can become something beautiful. It is very personal, and yet a cosmic truth.
This October Full Moon of Blood and Hunt offers us the choice as to whether to believe in our nightmares and give in to them, or to wait, knowingly, for our world to wake up to a new way of life as the black flags of the perpetrators of darkness become white flags of peace. The black horsemen have lost their power and do not matter: I know that now.