Does anyone else feel like we are all – as a collective – at the top of the first peak of a roller coaster? That the first half of 2026 was the “click, click, click” of the rollercoaster approaching this peak?

Does anyone else feel like from now until the end of the year, the landscape will be “speeding by”, changing every moment, before our very eyes?

Does anyone else feel like “theater! bread and circuses! let them eat slop!” of modern-day over-culture is coming to an end?

I do not know what will come after it, but I can feel the truly transitional time is about to intensify.

This is what is showing up in my meditations – the last few clicks before the “pregnant pause” on top of the roller coaster.

This is the energy I see in others under the surface – this knowing that we are about to all go on a wild ride.

Things are intensifying, we can feel it.

But also remember – the excitement of the roller coaster ride, the thrill, is fake – it is theater, it is an act, it is a show. As of right now, our media, our geo-political news, the majority of career politicians especially – their show, their program – the one they are forcing us to watch, is theater.

And just like tv can be very engrossing, as soon as we turn the tv off, all of that – vanishes faster than vapor.

A tipping point approaches.

If we were the proverbial frogs in the proverbial pot of slowly boiling water – more and more of us are awakening each day that - “hey, this water is getting a little too hot…” We are at the point where we are all looking at each other – after years of chaos, looking out onto the most uncertain future.

Every day more of us are getting ready to hop on out, the water is reaching its boiling point.

It is important to have a sense of what we wish to experience when we hop out from the almost-boiling water.

Which is why, for our Capricorn Full Moon practice in the Lunar Library, I made a new version of our Mountain meditation that is designed to reconnect us (powerfully) with “something greater”.

Mountain energy is a good energy for us now. Meditating is extra-good for us now. Being with Spirit is extra-important for riders of the rollercoaster we’ve been on.

The Sabian Symbol for this Full Moon is “An angel carrying a harp.”

If you’ve been following along with me and the Sabian Symbols, you will recognize this as a most encouraging, uplifting symbol. The Symbols are not mostly “love and light”. This one is especially sweet towards humans and provides a symbol that anyone, around the world, could understand the meaning of.

A big part of the keynote for this symbol has to do with attunement. Specifically, attuning to something greater, universal energy, source energy, the field.

Which is why I chose to do a new version of our Mountain meditation (in the Lunar Library) for this particular lunation (this specific Capricorn Full Moon).

I am so legitimately pleased with the meditation for this lunation, for the first time ever, you can buy the audio-only version as a one-off in the shop.

I want to mention two important spiritual qualities of mountains.

1. Mountains are some of the oldest “beings” on earth. They are our esteemed elders. They understand time much differently than we do. They have seen everything come and go. They have been standing tall for so much longer than humans, longer than animals, longer than plants?... Their consciousness and understanding of “time” is essential magical knowledge and when we meditate with them we access a stillness and wisdom we may not be able to “achieve” on our own.

2. Mountains are both completely grounded and connected to the earth, and also stretching up taller into the sky than any other natural things on earth. Their shape and energy help us reach our consciousness both down into the earth and up into the sky; favoring neither, forsaking neither. In this way, meditating with mountain energy effortlessly brings the body and the spirit into harmony. Again, we can access a grounded, yet elevated, meditative stillness that is exceedingly healing.

Again, an audio-only version of the Mountain meditation for this Capricorn Full Moon is in the shop here AND of course in the Lunar Library.

Until next time,

Jess

p.s. Lunar Library People – I switched that page so it just has the experience for the CURRENT lunation. From there you can click through to the full archives.

Elevation

Above the lakes, above the vales,

The mountains and the woods, the clouds, the seas,

Beyond the sun, beyond the ether,

Beyond the confines of the starry spheres,

My soul, you move with ease,

And like a strong swimmer in rapture in the wave

You wing your way blithely through boundless space

With virile joy unspeakable.

Fly far, far away from this baneful miasma

And purify yourself in the celestial air,

Drink the ethereal fire of those limpid regions

As you would the purest of heavenly nectars.

Beyond the vast sorrows and all the vexations

That weigh upon our lives and obscure our vision,

Happy is he who can with his vigorous wing

Soar up towards those fields luminous and serene,

He whose thoughts, like skylarks,

Toward the morning sky take flight

— Who hovers over life and understands with ease

The language of flowers and silent things!

- Charles Baudelaire

"Food, fire, walks, dreams, cold, sleep, love, slowness, time, quiet, books, seasons - all these things, which are not really things, but moments of life - take on a different quality at night-time, where the moon reflects the light of the sun, and we have time to reflect what life is to us, knowing that it passes, and that every bit of it, in its change and its difference, is the here and now of what we have.

Life is too short to be all daylight. Night is not less; it's more."

- Jeanette Winterson

WE ARE THE SUN

The sun shines not on us but in us. The rivers flow not past, but through

us. Thrilling, tingling, vibrating every fiber and cell of the substance of

our bodies, making them glide and sing.

The trees wave and the flowers bloom in our bodies as well as our souls,

and every bird song, wind song, and tremendous storm song of the rocks in

the heart of the mountains is our song, our very own, and sings our love.

—John Muir

“… do not burn yourselves out. Be as I am – a reluctant enthusiast, a part-time crusader, a half-hearted fanatic. Save the other half of yourselves and your lives for pleasure and adventure. It is not enough to fight for the land; it is even more important to enjoy it. While you can. While it is still here. So get out there and hunt and fish and mess around with your friends, ramble out yonder and explore the forests, climb the mountains, bag the peaks, run the rivers, breathe deep of that yet sweet and lucid air, sit quietly for a while and contemplate the precious stillness, the lovely, mysterious, and awesome space. Enjoy yourselves, keep your brain in your head and your head firmly attached to the body, the body active and alive.”

– John Keating

“Imagine this scene. You’re really thirsty – so dehydrated that you’re feeling faint. Yet here’s this weird thing: you’re walking along the bank of a wide river that’s so clear you could see the bottom if you looked.

But you’re not looking. In fact, you seem oblivious to the surging force of nature just a few yards away.

Is it invisible to you? Are you so preoccupied with your suffering that you’re blind to the very source that would end your suffering.

Up ahead you see a man. As you approach, you realize he’s holding a bottle of water. You run to him and beg him to let you drink. He readily agrees. Gratefully you guzzle the precious liquid, then thank him profusely.

As you walk away, he calls after you, “By the way, there’s a lot more water over there,” and he points to the river.

Do you hear him? If you hear him, do you believe him? Or do you keep walking, hoping to find another person with another bottle somewhere up ahead?”

- Rob Brezsny

(I CARRY YOUR HEART WITH ME)

by E.E. Cummings

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in my heart)i am never without it(anywhere i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done by only me is your doing,my darling)  i fear no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true) and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows (here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows higher than soul can hope or mind can hide) and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

- e.e. cummings

In that first hardly noticed moment in which you wake,

coming back to this life from the other

more secret, moveable and frighteningly honest world

where everything began,

there is a small opening into the new day

which closes the moment you begin your plans.

What you can plan is too small for you to live.

What you can live wholeheartedly will make plans enough

for the vitality hidden in your sleep.

To be human is to become visible

while carrying what is hidden as a gift to others.

To remember the other world in this world

is to live in your true inheritance.

You are not a troubled guest on this earth,

you are not an accident amidst other accidents

you were invited from another and greater night

than the one from which you have just emerged.

Now, looking through the slanting light of the morning window

toward the mountain presence of everything that can be

what urgency calls you to your one love?

What shape waits in the seed of you

to grow and spread its branches

against a future sky?

Is it waiting in the fertile sea?

In the trees beyond the house?

In the life you can imagine for yourself?

In the open and lovely white page on the writing desk?

-- David Whyte

Dear Edie,

I have a lot of things to teach you now, in case we ever meet, concerning the message that was transmitted to me under a pine tree in North Carolina on a cold winter moonlit night. It said that Nothing Ever Happened, so don't worry. It's all like a dream. Everything is ecstasy, inside. We just don't know it because of our thinking-minds. But in our true blissful essence of mind is known that everything is alright forever and forever and forever. Close your eyes, let your hands and nerve-ends drop, stop breathing for 3 seconds, listen to the silence inside the illusion of the world, and you will remember the lesson you forgot, which was taught in immense milky ways of cloudy innumerable worlds long ago and not even at all. It is all one vast awakened thing. I call it the golden eternity. It is perfect. We were never really born, we will never really die. It has nothing to do with the imaginary idea of a personal self, other selves, many selves everywhere, or one universal self. Self is only an idea, a mortal idea. That which passes through everything, is one thing. It's a dream already ended. There's nothing to be afraid of and nothing to be glad about. I know this from staring at mountains months on end. They never show any expression, they are like empty space. Do you think the emptiness of space will ever crumble away? Mountains will crumble, but the emptiness of space, which is the one universal essence of mind, the one vast awakenerhood, empty and awake, will never crumble away because it was never born.

The world you see is just a movie in your mind.

- Jack Kerouac

THE HEART'S NEW CAPITAL

Strong, compassionate souls reach

the plateau of the heart’s new capital.

Tears enhance their eyesight through the dark.

They're not afraid to suffer. They learn to give back

heaviness to the churning weight of the Earth,

its mountains and seas

—adaptation of a poem by Rainer Maria Rilke

INSIDE THIS CLAY JUG

A POEM BY KABIR, TRANSLATION BY ROBERT BLY

Inside this clay jug

there are canyons and

pine mountains,

and the maker of canyons

and pine mountains!

All seven oceans are inside,

and hundreds of millions of stars.

The acid that tests gold is here,

and the one who judges jewels.

And the music

that comes from the strings

that no one touches,

and the source of all water.

If you want the truth, I will tell you the truth:

Friend, listen: the God whom I love is inside.

When despair for the world grows in me

and I wake in the night at the least sound

in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,

I go and lie down where the wood drake

rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.

I come into the peace of wild things

who do not tax their lives with forethought

of grief. I come into the presence of still water.

And I feel above me the day-blind stars

waiting with their light. For a time

I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.

coming around the mountain