All day I wished it was Sun day. It's like I was in denial that it was now Monday, or Moon day, and I was reluctant to face the painful truth: I was not shining now. I was receiving. All day it really did seem as if I was ultra sensitive. I could hear so well. And my intuitive powers, which are usually pretty present, had spiked. And my sensitivity to liquids - I consumed all liquids - was rapid and revealing.

I did enjoy many coconuts' water today. Especially noted is my receptivity to coconut water. And let me add that I have upped the anti of this spagyric study exponentially by intentionally starting my meditations while on the last week of a four week cleanse. I have gradually, over the past four weeks, eaten one less meal/day and now, the final week, I am eating no fiber at all. And I am insteading taking some pretty amazing doses of herbs and minerals including zeolites, schizandra berry, reishi mushroom, mukuna bean, vanilla orchid pod, maca, ginseng, pau d'arco and dandelion. Today, was the first day of abstaining from all food. What an absurd internal panic I had at 3pm. I'm fingering my amethyst rock all day in my pocket, wearing purple, driving purple, thinking purple, breathing narcissus essential oil and wishing it was Sun day rather than Moon day, super sensitized by the cleanse and by the planet. Pretty intense today. Someone told me I look tired.

Sun day felt so effortlessly productive! Moon day felt sensitized to the smallest things to the point of being a mind reader and nuisanced by it. The salvia spagyric magistery under my tongue tasted obscenely delicious. And the spirit of the plant was a supporting character to the lead role something delicious played in my mouth, lingering quite long enough to flavor the perfect-length meditation and continued into waking walking return.

I really felt my third-eye reaching out for things. And I must be honest, I was quite reluctant to give it unbridled freedom. Is there some kind of psychic censoring we do as humans in order to live amongst one another? Do we dumb our third-eye down in order to allow our encountered relations spiritual privacy? Is this loss of the 6th sense a tabu-enforced form of civil respect? Kinda like living in the city with your bedroom window 10 feet away from your neighbor's kitchen. And neither of you likes to pull drapes. And you expect, even though you are in plain obvious view, that your neighbor will not stare and actually look away if he sees you running around in panties or changing outfits or exiting the shower. That's unspoken city neighbor etiquette. Maybe it's unspoken third-eye privacy etiquette, too.

Well … that's Moon day for ya: it was easy to meditate (which isn't always the case for me), I could hear really well, I wanted to sleep a lot, I received a sum of money, I received a gift in the mail, I received an amazing Lover, I received two job inquiries and one ground breaking suggestion.

Moon day, for all intensive purposes seemed quite good to me. But why did I feel like I had to keep the reigns on?

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