Dark Moon Death Vibe

During dark moons (the days leading up to the New Moon), I often find myself thinking of some of my favorite (spooky, hot, oppressive) lines in English literature:

“I ran into pagodas, and was fixed for centuries at the summit or in secret rooms: I was the idol; I was the priest; I the worshipped; I the sacrificed. I fled from the wrath of Brama through all the forests of Asia: Vishnu hated me: Seeva laid wait for me. I came suddenly upon Isis and Osiris: I had done a deed, they said, which the ibis and the crocodile trembled at.

"I was buried for a thousand years in stone coffins, with mummies and sphinxes, in narrow chambers at the heart of eternal pyramids. I was kissed, with cancerous kisses, by crocodiles; and laid, confounded with all unutterable slimy things, amongst reeds and Nilotic mud.”

- from Confessions of an English Opium Eater, by Thomas de Quincey

Of course de Quincey is describing the feverish madness of his opium-induced visions in those lines above...

.... but there's something in his words that I think is common to much visionary experience:

a degree of shock and horror in encountering the vast topsy-turvy impersonal sweep of divine life as it relentlessly mutates into all things. 

Have you, for example, in this life or another, done a deed at which the ibis and the crocodile trembled? 

I'll wager we all have.

I propose using this ominous energy to send a tendril of love to the unspeakable undulating horror that animates the universe. 

Also, go ahead and make a "Ta-Da!" list to celebrate things you've accomplished recently. 

Because undulating horror & self-care go hand in hand, don't they?