Last Friday August 31st, Neil Armstrong's memorial service coincided with a blue moon. It was a perfectly timed cosmic wink. Today, Sun Myung Moon, the leader of Korea's Moonies cult, died. The coincidence is enough to make me go, "hmmm..."
One man united the world with one small step, the other united couples in married bliss (the divorce rate nothwithstanding). Whether it means anything, I don't know. To some people, the moon is just a cold, lifeless rock. For others, the moon is the divine feminine. Jung considered the moon to be symbolic of your 'shadow self', a meaning played out in Tarot. In Mexico, the Aztec associated the moon with a drunk rabbit god.
On a weekend when a blue moon was wow-ing observers worldwide, when we all remembered Neil Armstrong's inspiring giant leap for mankind, it's a curious coincidence that a man who created the Moonies passed away.
Unfortunately, I didn't hear a cat play the fiddle.