Perhaps that is a safety net in truth, with the garbage and debris that litters the astral plane; the realm where all our wishes, whims and desires reside.
The Moon is said to be the home of the astral plane; the realm of delusion; the place of the false ego; the battlefield between what is real and what is delusion, a product of an imaginative mind. Once that barrier is overcome, the would be magician then faces true vision; he or she sees the world as it is more likely to be. For The Moon is the sheath that hides the false creation; when you look false creation in the eye, like a Russian Doll is decompartmentalises ... and reveals the truth. For that is one of the tests of this false realm.
And once the delusion of false creation is realised, the weight of the human form falls away ... for the energy of truth surges and consciousness flows to its source ... the intense blue light ... and then anything is possible for understanding procreates with knowledge; the chemical wedding and the merging of the two pillars within it all .... and wisdom shines like a new day sun ...
And then ... what then? Where then? Why ..... ???
