And if it’s artificial, then we might ask, “Whose Moon?” and “Why? Why this eye in the sky trained on Earth placed so exquisitely as to form eclipses?”
Questions like these are so damn radical that they nearly force us to finally remove our tight little conceptual helmets and shake out our hair. (Whew! Dizzy! No! Let me put it back on again!)
Today, I came across part 1 of a wonderfully detailed article on anomalies noted by Asimov, NASA astronauts, scientists, and others that one would not expect if the Moon was really a “moon.”
— and this reminds me of other posts I’ve put up that reference the artificiality of the Moon. For example, from about a year ago:
David Icke has long claimed that our Moon is an artificial body put in place by some unknown civilization that keeps us entranced in a tiny mental prison, and awash in hormonal tides. I tend to agree, since otherwise I can’t make sense of eclipses. Think about it. The Moon is so much smaller and closer than the Sun. And yet, at certain points in our time/space, from Earth’s point of view, the disc of one exactly covers the disc of the other. Huh? Like a finely synchronized watch! And every time I look at the Moon I think about Gurdjieff’s remark, that we are “food for the Moon.” Menstruating women are highly aware of this fact, for a few days each month, either at New or Full Moon. As are Full Moon bar patrons, the world over.
As an astrologer, I think of the Moon as the first cycle that we must learn to see through, for it is the monthly lunar cycle that conditions us emotionally during the very first month of our lives! That conditioning is primal, primordial, relates to sucking, support, survival — or not. Either we feel safe in the universe, or we don’t. The moon is a womb. It is also a tomb, if we don’t learn to punch through it with awareness.