July Full Moon

Possible names include: Hay, Buck, and Thunder Moon. Mani indicated that He would like me to use “Buck”, though I make no guarantee He’d want someone else to do the same. The following is a piece of sacred fiction.

. . .

Mani curls the skin of a buck around his shoulders and slowly descends through the clouds, and the transformation is complete as he steps onto the ground. He walks through the woods quietly, approaching a human. They glance behind at the snap of a twig but remain silent.

“No hello?”

The human faces forward and continues reading in the light of their lamp. Mani slowly walks to their side and lays down, careful not to whack them with his antlers.

“You’re a bit upset, I take it.”

“Me? Upset?”, the human scoffed and turned a page, “Why would I be upset that you left?”

“It was inevitable, really –”

“You’re the one who kept changing Faces –”

“Incompatibilities kept coming up with all the shadow work you were doing or working on, and I was trying to turn the best Face towards you at the the time.”

“Why didn’t you just say that then?”

“I didn’t want you to think it was your fault.”

“We’re not very good at communicating, are we?.”

The human turned to see a swath of moonlight on the ground instead of the previous form. He had left again.


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