The Day Moon Transmission
Midday moon, clear sky, and a mysterious object caught in frame. The sky always tells the truth before anyone else does. Logged and witnessed—because the veil is thin and visibility is earned.
The Day Moon Transmission
Logged: September 14, 2025
Location: Mount Sinai, NY
Time Observed: 11:51 AM EST
🌌 Field Notes:
This morning, I passed out hard. Deep sleep. No dream recall. Just reset.
When I came to, it was already 11:51 AM - and there she was.
The Moon.
Visible in full daylight. No haze. No filter. Just glowing in the blue.
Sun high. Moon high.
Both staring down, like co-sentinels of something more.
I stood still under it - recognizing the moment. Binary luminary transmission.
In all my tracking, I know this isn’t just rare — it’s timely.
Midday moon sightings have always activated something in me… a kind of between-worlds pulse that signals when layers are thin and messages slip through sideways.
Today was one of those days.
🧭 Symbolic Interpretation:
Moon in Daylight = Overlay of subconscious and conscious realms.
The feminine principle in plain sight. Intuition unhidden. Hidden cycles exposed.11:51 AM = Mirrors of 11 and the 6 (5+1), suggesting union through contrast.
Sun + Moon = Divine polarity. Cosmic parents. Perfect tension. Something’s gestating.
This is not random.
It’s a broadcast - a live one - visible to anyone tuned in enough to notice.
🛸 Watcher’s Insight:
I’ve said it before: I’m not the only one watching.
But some days, it feels like the sky is watching me right back.
When the moon shows up in the sun’s house, that’s a trespass worth noting.
It’s like catching the high priestess slipping through the palace gates -not to hide, but to claim something.
A field realignment is in motion.
And if you’ve been feeling wobbly, weightless, or oddly grounded -this might be why.
The Moon Showed Up Late and Dramatic
She showed up late, glowing, and fully in her feelings. Naturally, the sky responded with a standing ovation.
Last night, the moon was a no-show.
Tonight? She came in late, over-accessorized, and glowing like she owned the damn sky.
Honestly, respect.
Tracy called it first — “That moon’s about to make an entrance.”
And she did.
From behind the tree line, like a diva emerging from backstage mist.
Craft response: immediate.
Three low flashes to the east. One zig-zag mover from the north.
It was a full ensemble moment.
Sky theater.
With an emotional soundtrack only we could hear.
Moral of the night:
Sometimes you don’t need proof.
Just presence.
📎 Filed under: Donna After Dark – Sky Comedy Broadcast Vol. 2
Do You Even Sky, Bro?
Sky-ing is a verb now. Craft don’t just fly — they respond. No footage, no proof, just one big cosmic yes. Entry Three: Field humor and cosmic sync.
My neighbor looked up once and told me it was a drone.
I looked at him, and knew instantly:
He doesn’t sky.
Sky-ing (verb):
The sacred, chaotic, occasionally comedic act of participating in the nightly field of aerial weirdness, synchronicity, and emotional calibration. Often done alone. Occasionally with witnesses.
Always with snacks.
The craft aren’t just flying.
They’re responding.
To you.
Tonight’s sighting included:
A subtle tail dip from the Big Star
Sudden mute in the wind
Full body chills and a light surge in my spine
Tracy said “You’re conducting again” and the thing flashed