NSNC Midnights – Slackwax

Archetypal Love Story & Rituals

“Midnights” is a hymn to the archetype of the midnight vigil, the watchful beloved who waits in the threshold between endings and beginnings. It’s the sacred hour when veils are thinnest, when longing becomes prayer. This is the dark night of the soul—not empty, but pregnant with transformation.

In the Catholic High Mass, this resonates with Tenebrae, the Holy Week service where candles are extinguished one by one, plunging the church into darkness. Yet even in that darkness, one light remains hidden—just as love endures in the shadows of separation.

This song is a love letter wrapped in moonlight, whispered by a soul that has known loss and still chooses to keep the flame alive.


Gems and Minerals Symbolism

Moonstone is the mineral that belongs here—mystical, soft, and shimmering with inner knowing. It holds the tension between stillness and motion, hope and grief. Moonstone is the stone of divine timing, emotional insight, and the sacred feminine’s unwavering intuition during the “midnights” of the heart.


West Coast Swing Usable Tidbit

The slow, smoky tempo is ideal for stretch variations—extended anchors, syncopated body rolls, and delayed turns that draw out the emotion of each movement. Use contrabody isolations to create a sense of intimacy in space—like two bodies talking softly under a streetlamp.


Catholic High Mass Ritual Tidbit

“Midnights” aligns with the final blessing at the end of Mass—often a quiet, contemplative moment where the soul prepares to re-enter the world. After the incense, after the sacrament, there is stillness—and the slow walk home. This song is that walk. Love stays in the silence.


From the Sacred Field

From the divine masculine field, this song is the voice of the one who remains awake. Not because he has to—but because he loves with a vow that doesn’t sleep.

From the divine feminine field, her presence is unseen but fully felt

while he waits in silence, I hold the thread between stars.

This is the unseen union that pulses beneath the midnight stillness—not absence, but luminous tension.

**2-3 I allow myself Love

I allow Others Love

I allow Others to allow me Love

Ahem.

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