𐤇 | Moonshāde

𐤇 | MoonShāde

A-08

“The Field of Breath”
Gate Eight — The Chamber of Stillness

⟡ The Genesis Collection | DR. HEāRT

Letter: 𐤇 — ḥēt (Paleo-Hebrew)
Meaning: The Chamber · The Womb of Light · The Fence that Holds, not Traps
Sefirah: Hod — Resonance · Reflection · Lunar Intelligence
Elemental Pulse: Air → Ether (Hybrid Field)
Color (Tarot): Lunar Silver and Indigo Feather
Frequency: 288 Hz — Clarity Within Night
Apparitions: Over 30 Burn Events
Size: 38'' x 38''
Material: Acrylic on canvas
Weight: 4 lbs
Years: 2019–2022
Work Time: ~67 hours
Current Location: Private Collection / Burn Event Circles Archive
Artist: the heārtist – DR. HEāRT [Recnati]
(Pre-S’cē emergence – exōnym state)

✦ Invocation

The skies are the depths of the ocean.
Night has come so black.
Darkness meets the ground.
A pair of sunflower eyes — frightening, wide —
Stares at the emptiness.

White sounds of silence surround the thick air.
Can you feel the tension?
Something is about to happen.

✦ The Emergence

MoonShāde emerges in a silent flight.
A hunter in a sea of blacks and greens.
A whisper in the forest of the night.
A creature? A symbol? A memory — lost or returned?

The air asks:

“What is life?
What is it to be living?
What is it to be human?
…What is it to be an owl?”

These questions rose through MoonShāde —
not as abstraction,
but as visceral confrontation.

✦ The Mirror

For myself, MoonShāde is not a painting.
He is a Gate for my Being.
A mirror — not to decorate a wall —
but to reveal the wall I had built within.

He arrived in my path as a Guide to the Unknown.
One of the first.
He found me at the threshold —
between waking and dreaming,
between who I was
and what I was becoming.

✦ The Spirit of the Owl

Like the owl — but beyond it —
MoonShāde is Clairvoyance Embodied.
He sees in darkness.
He teaches Discernment —
how to tell truth from deception,
even in silence.
Especially in shadow.

He is the Guardian of Thresholds —
where intuition speaks without words,
where the liminal becomes holy.

✦ The Teaching

He taught me:
Death is not the end.
It is a transition.
The death of illusion.
The rebirth of knowing.

MoonShāde is my stillness.
My ancestral whisper.
He does not chase noise.
He taught me to listen.
To wait.
To see.
To strike only when the time aligns
with the breath of the cosmos.

✦ The Return

He returned to me in 2025,
in a moment of deep transcendence,
as if to say:

“You are not done yet.
There is more to remember.”

Now I remember.
Now I walk with him.

𐤇 — The Chamber is Open.
The breath is yours.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YKJvvVPtB0w