Back in the Year 2000, it seems like a century ago, I went out and did a reaction story to the fact that it was not only a Friday the 13th, but a full moon — and any bar bouncer worth his salt will tell you what that will bring. Their wisdom checked out as true. In spades. And there were few aces out that night. Unruly bits of behavior abounded.
So you know what I researched last Friday (unlucky 13th, that being the Unit of Moon Zappa, except for story fodder) … Beginning early on Thursday eve, as the full new stage of the orb also approached. Would people react with any sort of trauma, this time around, under the same circumstances? And would there be saving graces?
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A starting point on my theme. I saw out on the patio a woman who had recently lost a son at a quite young age, and for the most part was battling it bravely, but this was a darker day. But nearer to my apartment door, the neighbor had on much longer than her norm, a sign that announced she was sick, and again, longer than usual.
Then at an “enlightenment” shop, the clerk who like me is an ultimate empath, told me of her need for “shadow work” and embracing in order to understand, both the dark and light sides. Especially lately, she added, songs are sticking in her head — and say I this is not so bad if it’s one you love. And me too in tune, more than usual. Most noteworthy, for both days, and with our recent quite apt weather, The Rain Song by Led Zeppelin. “People won’t you listen now.” And our likeminded need to forego the depressing news, even ABC and hey forget FOX, especially now, (and see the post below on the HAMAS-again-begun dehumanity.)
Was my report balanced? I queried my old friend at AP, an editor with them. She said it was indeed so, and agreed it gave her food for thought.
However oddly, but for this day, I was left a bit unfulfilled by her response, with nothing really earth-shattering said, which is unlike her. No exclamation points, or considering the content, a Bahahaha. But I thanked her for her time.
But when she wrote back to my write-back … I always enjoy reading your posts, she said. So a silver lining under a silver and bandwise, freezing (this time of year) Mayhem moon.
But I soon found out, and so many locals had it wrong, this was actually a new moon — but very much the same — a flipside in its sliver of a crescent and its same effects, but not a full moon. And it would hit its apex on The Fourteenth, on Saturday. The energies that are said to come on such a day, go forth and aft for three days, but not a Holy Trinity. It is a time to re-engage and revise, re-create and indeed re-intention, your ways. It has been called a “cosmic reset.”
Such rare lunar occurrences are only, on average, counted every 20 years. The next is to be in year 2049. The last was also on an Oct. 13, in that allegedly cursed annem, of the millennium.
Many such things, which we have been conditioned to largely suppress, have a (temporary) lunar, or I could say tidal pull, on our minds and bodies and souls. Encapsulating all those we encounter, and although we are advised on such days to avoid “energy suckers,” its hard if that’s who you are. (And spoiler alert, this post is muddling in the murk, although not necessarily too dank.)
As I went though the day and days, my mode went through many, quite minor but noticeable, short-term shifts to how it worked through such aches and changes and kicking-it-though-subtle moods. I tend to be prone to some of these things anyway, but hey, not like this, and in this number. Just for this short, once-every-decade-or-more time, I think.
Then out for a walk, I saw the maintenance woman, who looked stressed and appeared to appreciate my well-wishes.
So I called a fellow empath, my nephew.
I said the day had been “grungy” and he readily agreed. His father had been taken to the hospital with a leg infection, upon his first review of the (battle these days) phone call, and it turned out, pending a later review, that his dad was being transported there, as in an actually scheduled urgent-care appointment.
So then, I called a relative in a care facility, and it had been a forgot-the-recent-past-and-who-I-saw day with some confusion. Thought not a good time to make a funny quip on “gramps are you having cramps?”
So went out on the music scene, with The 13th fast approaching, to check out a theory …
On the south end of town, it was redneck country getting more closely ready for a brawl. At least a little. Conversations were taut and taunt, but still a bit restrained, but close to your face, even with the bartender leaning over to the middle-aged guy with a bald spot, chatting her up, or vise versa. Shout-outs for such rural rock, think Randy Travis, made back and forth. Complete with a drinking song with a patron’s name sung out, repeatedly. That (this is acoustic?) guitar and even voice were so loud, which normally I will find a fave, but on this night, very rare for me, maybe a little too much. Not so much Slayer but Sigler. I’ll check back and I’m sure praise it, come Saturday.
One block up, the word on that vibe had spread. All were referencing the full moon/Friday the 13th combo. The bartender knew of both things. Also, a friend at the end of the bar, who can be a bit loud but not unruly, was having an it-did-show bad night. Saturday night it carried forward.
A twist when it came to the next night: The bartenders and bouncers were friendly, more than usual. And Taylor too at The Tap. But …
Prior to that when walking past The Moose, I sorta-accidentally caught the gaze of a much-like zombie, with her dark eyes sullen and staring across a window. Maybe it was the makeup …
Later, after the midnight hour had passed into the next (moon-phase) day, very many of the patrons at a particular place, were acting, displaying various degrees of angst and even a bit of anger, their edginess as they interacted and engaged.
The guy at the door said that hey, the patrons had not been that badly behaved, but his technology had failed them six ways from Sunday, which would be a day or two away. But they had kicked a guy out, who then tried to come back in, and so forth, and referenced was the name of a woman and I’d heard her name before, who had been upset by a touch.
How much concidence, versus awareness and open eyes? You decide.