07/29/2015 09:59 pm ET Updated Jul 29, 2016

A Once in a Blue Moon Blue Moon Blue Moon!

Friday, July 31 is a full moon, the second one this month.

When a month is graced with two full moons, the second one is called a blue moon. You know, the once in a blue moon blue moon. The blue moon cycle is 2.72 years, making it a special, if not rare or unexpected occasion. The last blue moon month was August 31, 2012 and the next will occur on January 31, 2018.

On average, there will be 41 months that have two full moons in every century, so once in a blue moon actually means "once every two-and-nearly-three-quarters years."

Since calendar months of 30 and 31 days are longer than the actual period between one full moon and the next, which is 29.53 days, the surplus hours and days of each month, each year, accumulate until eventually there is an "extra" full moon in one month. Rather like a leap moon, a blue moon is a great big bouncing blue bonus.

Which is not to say that it looks blue. That sort of blue moon is altogether another phenomenon, wherein the light of the moon appears to be tinted blue. That effect is actually caused by atmospheric pollution created by particles -- usually smoke, sand or volcanic dust -- from a terrestrial disturbance, which creates a color filter effect. The latest blue-looking moons were created by forest fires in the American west and oil field fires in Iraq. The last really blue blue moon was in Edinburgh, Scotland in 1950.

Although blue moons do not cast an actual blue shadow, their very existence is a symbolic celestial reminder, a message out of the blue, as it were. A radio signal from the Great Goddess of Outer Space to us -- Her very naughtiest and sometimes least sentient children. She is broadcasting a plea for our loving attention.

If, on the night of a cerulean moon, we close our eyes and sit very still, take in great drafts of air, sigh deeply and open our hearts, we will be able to hear Lady Luna sing the blues. Broken hearted, She watches down on our out-of-whack world, and She weeps.

And Her pain is our pain. In losing our connection to the moon and Her cycles, we have lost track of our own. We have forgotten how to live in conscientious sync with the workings of the world.

We no longer see ourselves as active and response-able participants in the connective universal plan, but rather, the boss of it. Ironically, this leaves us feeling disturbed, distempered, disconnected, disconcerted, dismayed and disheartened. Powerless. Stripped spiritually naked and scared to death. This is not only sad, it is dangerous.

In all my many years of cross-cultural ritual research, I have never come across any mention of traditional ceremonies with which to mark a blue moon. But I sense that a contemporary one is in order. Crucial really. I say, let us seize this once-in-a-blue-moon opportunity to tranceform our sadness into spiritual strength.

Here is a suggestion for a lunar rite of passage into the power of positive change leading up to the 2012 Ascendance:

A True Blue Ceremony in the Spirit of Universal Beneficence.

We can start by stopping. Taking the time, noting the process, tuning in, staying with the program. Listening with open hearts to Mother Moon's melancholy lament.

It seems suitable to me to strike a blue mood. The lights are shaded blue, of course. Blue pine incense is lit. Or blue sage. We are bathed in an airy wash of cool blue.

Dressed in our best blues, we sip some sort of berry infusion. Drink in its navy depths. We put bluebells in our hair. We have become like the Tuaregs, the "blue people" of the Moroccan Sahara whose skin becomes imbued with the indigo dyes of their robes. A becalmed blue aura surrounds us. We are immersed in an ocean of blue: the blue of the sea, the blue of the sky, a morning glorious blue.

Just being in blue, you know, effectively lowers your blood pressure. It is known to affect the pituitary gland and contributes to the reduction of swelling and pain. Restful and calming, blue helps to balance mental confusion and ease anxiety. Hallways, lounges and wards of mental institutions are frequently painted a pale, cool out blue.

We symbolically cleanse and bless the streams, the rivers, the ponds and lakes, the big blue sky, the very air we breathe -- the entire biosphere of our blue marble planet. We use bluing as our purifying agent. It's what our mothers and grandmothers bought in bottles or little wrapped cubes, to add to their wash. The same as those little blue flecks in modern powdered laundry detergents.

We dip the bluing into water and paint emblems on each other's foreheads with the cobalt paste. We anoint each other with blue blessings. We pledge our affinity as co-creators of the working blueprint plan for a new paradigm. We pray for possibility, for a new perspective. We light bright blue candles for illumination and spiritual guidance.

We chant for peace. We chant. We drum. We dance. We spin for peace, for passion, for promise. For the power of our path and purpose. We slow to a stop. Stilled. Sated. Steady. Strong. The blue air is charged. We are changed, united in azure energy and beautiful, bountiful blue blessings.