When the Heavens Roar: A Prophetic Devotion for the Buck Moon

As the Full Moon rises, we walk the Via Transformativa feeling the call to justice, to transformation, to healing, and to celebrating.

Invocation

O You who ride the storm and shake the mountains,
Hear the cry of your people in the shadow of oppression.
Let every breath be flame, every word a wave,
Let justice thunder in our bones and courage rise in our hearts.
Spirit of the Living One, move among us now,
Make us steadfast as stone and fierce as wildfire.
In our unity, let your power awaken.
In our longing, let the world be remade.

The Sacred Moment

Today, the Buck Moon rises full, pulling tides and truths alike to the surface. May we feel the call to justice, to transformation, to healing, and to celebration. In this sacred brightness of the Full Moon, we walk the path of the Via Transformativa: the way of change, the march of justice, track of living love into form. The world aches for healing, and transformation begins not just in systems, but in souls.

This is a moon to act, to bless, to become.

Theme: We are the Voice and the Wind

The enemies of the people speak in lies. They name their fell deeds with names to hide their foul and vicious hate, and so they crafted their “Big Beautiful Bill.” With hearts poisoned by greed, they devour the healthcare and food of the poor, the sick, the disabled, and the elderly. They rip away what little shelter they had, but hope remains. They fill their coffers with money they do not need, stolen from those who can least afford to lose it. They steal with a smile and a promise of future prosperity, but that prosperity is only for themselves. They rarely say that part out loud. Their words are honeyed, their intentions are vile.

We see them. We hear their promises, the empty talk meant to pacify while their hands work harm in the dark. We do not look away. God does not look away. In our anger, in our pain, in our fear, we call upon the Divine. This is not the silent, passive god of empire, but the living God whose presence roars in answer to injustice. For the false prophets and corrupt powers have conspired against us and deceived many so they could work their evil upon us all. But their deeds have not gone unseen. We have seen them. God has seen them. Our cry is heard in the temple of the Holy One.

In my distress I called on Yahweh, And cried to my God. He heard my voice out of his temple, My cry before him came into his ears.

Then the earth shook and trembled. The foundations also of the mountains quaked and were shaken, Because he was angry.

There went up a smoke out of his nostrils, Fire out of his mouth devoured; Coals were kindled by it.

He bowed the heavens also, and came down. Thick darkness was under his feet.

He rode on a cherub, and flew. Yes, he soared on the wings of the wind.

He made darkness his hiding-place, his pavilion around him, Darkness of waters, thick clouds of the skies.

At the brightness before him his thick clouds passed, Hailstones and coals of fire.

Yahweh also thundered in the sky, The Most High uttered his voice, Hailstones and coals of fire.

Psalms 18:6-13

God moves on the wings of the wind. Let the shout of our cause give wings to the Most High. May our feet thunder with the righteous power of the Ancient of Days. Let our actions be for the cause of justice, compassion, and healing, and not befouled by the hate of the other side. May the coals of justice light within us, and the storm of protest and change flow forth. We are not alone in our outrage. We are not abandoned in our suffering. The Holy rises in storm and flame when the cries of the oppressed rise up.

Hold your ground, arms locked together, immovable and unwavering. Remember that power is always rooted in the people, not the powerful. Their fear of our power is why they want to control us and hold us down. Mourn if you need to mourn. Shout if you need to shout. But in all things, pray. Prayer is not only the words we speak, but every breath we take, every act of resistance, every kindness offered to a neighbor in need. Prayer is our very response to life. Our bodies are temples. Our lives are divine rituals. Prayer is living the heart of our faith in the world to the fullest of our ability. If all you have is words and intentions, lend those to the struggle. If you can support the cause through volunteering, protesting, or giving to those who need it, do that. Everyone’s prayer will look and sound different. Do not judge your own prayer, but offer what you have to offer, and aid the work of restoration as best as you can.

As God moved in fire and smoke, in thunder and quaking earth, let us be a people whose solidarity cannot be shaken. Take to the streets, to the internet, to the dining room table, the church pew, and all the places we gather and go. Don’t let people look away from the harm wrought on our people. May our protest be the buzz of an angry wasp in their ears and a unifying call to action. Come together and do not let them drive wedges between us, for a house divided cannot stand. Standing on the rock of peace, compassion, justice, and equity, we cannot be moved, but will send forth a cry that will rock the foundations of power. Let us organize for our mutual aid, grow into a profound wave of justice, and shield for those we can. Our unity is our strength, our compassion is our fire.

Take courage: the Sacred Heart of Jesus burns in our chests and the righteous power of God fills our words. Our life is resistance now. Cultivate a peace in your heart and know that together we shall prevail. Keep yourself strong and well, and work only as hard as you can. There are enough of us that if you need to take a break, others can take up the flag and press on. Remember, the Sacred Heart could not be killed through crucifixion. Oppression spread it to others and the movement only grew. Together we can cast down the mighty from their thrones and send the rich away empty.

The day will come when the storm of protest and change breaks forth. We will see justice restored, the vulnerable lifted up, and the corrupt held to account. Take to every space: physical and digital, sacred and ordinary. Refuse to let the world forget who is harmed and who is responsible. Our voices will not fade. Our unity will not break. Stand with the ancestors, the saints, the holy allies who have gone before, and know that the Divine is with us.

This is our call. This is our charge. The earth trembles. The heavens roar. The Divine hears, and the wave of justice is rising. Stand firm. Be not afraid. We are not alone.

Practice: Heart of Fire, Wings of the Wind

Begin by sitting comfortably. Close your eyes. Rest your hands over your heart. Breathe deeply and slowly.

Centering Breath

With each inhale, feel the rise and fall of your chest. With each exhale, allow tension and worry to fall away. Breathe until you feel present and rooted in your body.

Igniting the Sacred Heart

Bring your awareness to your heart. Imagine, in the center of your chest, a radiant flame of the Sacred Heart of Jesus.

See it glowing, burning with love, compassion, and righteous courage. Feel its warmth infusing your body, every heartbeat echoing with the power to heal, to resist, to endure.

Metta for Self

Silently or aloud, repeat:

May the Sacred Heart burn bright within me.

May I be filled with compassion and the roots of compassion.
May I be free from fear and the causes of fear.

May I be filled with healing justice and the roots of justice.
May I be free from prejudice and the caused of prejudice.

May I be filled with strength and the causes of strength.
May I be free from hatred and the causes of hatred.

May I be filled with peace and the causes of peace.
May I be free from suffering and the causes of suffering.

Visualize the flame in your chest shining brighter, bringing comfort to all your wounds, kindling hope in every shadowed place within you.

Wings of the Wind

Now, with every exhale, imagine the wind of Spirit blowing from your heart, gentle at first, then growing in strength.

This wind carries the fire’s warmth and light beyond your body. See it expanding outward, filling the room, flowing out the doors and windows, riding on the air to touch your neighborhood, your city, your country.

Metta for Others

Now, picture people you love. See the wind from your heart reaching them, bringing comfort, justice, healing.

Repeat:

May the Sacred Heart burn bright within them.

May they be filled with compassion and the roots of compassion.
May they be free from fear and the causes of fear.

May they be filled with healing justice and the roots of justice.
May they be free from prejudice and the caused of prejudice.

May they be filled with strength and the causes of strength.
May they be free from hatred and the causes of hatred.

May they be filled with peace and the causes of peace.
May they be free from suffering and the causes of suffering.

Let the wind carry your blessing further, out to those who are suffering, to the poor, the sick, the oppressed, and even to those who act as enemies.

Repeat the metta prayer for each of them.

Rest and Return

Let the vision linger for a few more breaths.

Know that your heart remains a flame, the wind always flowing. When you are ready, open your eyes, and return to the world carrying that fire and breath within you.

Closing Blessing

Holy One,
Flame of Compassion, Breath of Justice.

We thank you for the fire you kindle in our hearts and the wind that carries our hopes beyond ourselves.

Let this Sacred Heart burn ever brighter within us,
healing what is wounded, emboldening what is weary,
and sending forth the breath of Spirit to all who are in need.

May our words, our actions, our prayers join the great river of justice and mercy that flows from your heart into the world.

Keep us steadfast, gentle, and fierce. Never moved by hatred, but always stirred by your love.

May we find courage in your flame and wisdom in your breath,
so that justice and healing may take root in us, in our communities, and across this aching world.

Mar a mbeidh.