A Birthday Blessing
Hello Moonbeam,
Blessed day of Mercury! Hail to our trickster God of Transit, Transaction, and Transformation. Hermes Mercury, our Lordt & Queer-Trans-Gender-Non-Conforming icon, forever breaking and bending the boundaries of Gods and Humankind alike.
Today, this day of Mercury, is my 33rd birthday (here's my venmo if you'd like to send a birthday blessing 😉)!
It feels like a divine gift to have my Gemini birthday on my patron's most sacred day of the week. Entering into the double-3 feels…well, different. I feel different. I can't say that this feeling is true for every birthday.
I can say that I stayed up last night at my altars, communing with my spirits. Pouring their libations, pulling cards, and ultimately entering into a deep trance state in which I felt my spirits removing layers of me from myself. A molting of sorts. Which is fitting really, as animals molting - especially crustaceans - fascinates and enchants me.
Do you think the shrimpies 🦐 and crabbles 🦀 are born knowing that they will outgrow their outer shell - not once but many times over and over? Do they know what time it is when they feel their bodies itching and aching within the confines of a boundary too small for their being? I often wonder if they feel like they are dying as they push out of the exo-bodies that were their home. And if it does feel like dying, does it feel that way every time forever, or just for those first few?
Whether they are gifted with instruction from the divine or their communities, the crustaceans molt and grow and continue on in their cycles - just as the Mother Earth designed them to.
After shedding a few dozen (it seemed) shells last night, I woke this morning with a lightness, and also the awareness that there is one hard shell around me still. One that my being and bones know I have outgrown and must push out of.
Today I turn inward to my heart, the gateway that leads me to my “I Am Self” - as Erika Buenaflor calls it - our more Divine self, our most connected to Mother Earth and Creation Self. I travel in to meet them and ask that they show me the way they show the crab, the shrimp, the snake. How they show the caterpillar to cocoon and melt and transform. How they show the bee to understand their role in the hive. How they show the bird to burst through the egg. Show me, most Divine Self, how To Be.
“Show me the things that still stand in the way of the capacity it best serves me to have,” is what my teacher Chiron Armand suggested that I take to the altar.
So show me, God(s). Grant me the discernment and clarity to recognize what you show me, and the courage to act accordingly.
We are all so tired and weary now. May the Divine show us the way to the capacity we need to fulfill our dreams. May you, First name / my friend, be granted with the discernment and clarity to recognize what your benevolent spirits, your I Am Self, your Mother Earth show you, and may you also have the courage to act accordingly.
