A Tale of Two Punk Rock Dreamers

A Spotlight on a New Rock Oracle Visionary | Mooney

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June 22nd, 2026 First Quarter Libra

Introspection From Melinoe: 

Welcome Ghouls, Demons, and Fellow Wyrd Ones!! Do I have a special Love Letter to Penn for you All. My little darlings. I am here to share with you a Piece of my Heart. An Aspect of my very soul. I am here to announce my beloved Mooney, as a foundational member of the Rock Oracle Soul Tribe/Family. She is my dearest Sagittarius. My Ride or Die. My Main Mother Fucking Bitch. My Gerard. My Grian. The Beavis to my ButtHead. The Garth to my Wayne. The Sam to my Frodo. The Lupin to my Sirirus. Vice Versa, and everything in between. Mooney is my closest, longest, and most cherished friend. My Sister. A Twinned essence that is only 3 months older, but who is counting or competing? We remained identical to some degree. A oneness that would be forever bonded. We met sometime around the age of 7, or perhaps 9 years old. I had moved back to Farmington, NM, after spending a few years in Amarillo, TX. (Two Heavy Fucking Years in the Pits of Amarillo, fucking Texas). Not entirely somber tho! The Band, Madam Radar, that I recently experienced in a previous Rock Oracle Article, reminded me of the fondness of Amarillo, TX. There was a bittersweetness to the fun within Madam Radar, the emotions that arose, and to my time in Amarillo. Needless to say, life has been fucking weird. A clusterous disaster of two things being true, and experienced at the same time. The disentangling of these experiences, and their meanings. The closure that comes from finding peace in the duality. The harmony, or serenity, of balance. A sensation of grounding, anchored in acceptance. 

To Digress, moving back to Farmington, NM led me down a path to this Divine Connection. One may say that my life in Amarillo fell apart, so I could retrieve my Soul Sister. I have a gratitude for the sequence of unfortunate events in my life. For they granted me some of my most cherished people. Mooney, is one of those beings. We formally met in friendship through a mutual friend. A she who shall not be named. *Wink* *Wink*  We all have those situations in our lives where relationships fall apart. Where dreams remain just dreams. Heartache, Betrayal, Division, Loss. Mooney and I have shared much grief. We have shared hatred, suffering, melancholy and an understanding for the darkness. Which is why it is no surprise that we were not entirely sure about one another when we first met. I was who I was. She was who she was. We shared this mutual connection. Perhaps the greatest reason for this soul to have encountered us. Their purpose in collaboration. The necessary Brick in the Wall to hold our foundation into manifestation of these Visions. And so, if my memory serves me well? I would say that I am pretty sure Mooney was not a fan of Melinoe upon first impressions. I cannot say I am surprised by that. I’m an Aquarius. I am not always as I seem to be in this dream. However, as many Green Days as I have had? I cannot be certain I have all the details properly lined up. How accurate are these memberberries? Accurate enough to come from the heart. For all I do remember? We had this Western Drama Shoot Out Moment. Her shock when she discovered I was a fan of Green Day (The Band, not the Herb. Although that bond matured in ethical timing), it was a monumental moment that blew Mooney’s mind. We became Best Friends, ready to do Karate in the Garage. Because I too was dumbfounded by the fact that she too LOVED Green Day. I was geeked. Someone who understood me. 

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The spark of life that came from Gnosis? A simple daily moment in which you realize you’re not alone in this world. The world is TOO fucking grande for you to be lonely. And if you are paying attention, you’ll see that magick in the randomest of moments, that cannot be coincidence. But could be nothing other than Divine. Her passion met my passion. Her intensity met my intensity. We could be silly. We could be free. We adventured. She pulled me out of my shell. She inspired me every day from the moment I met her. I have been in love with my dearest friend for 20-22 years. My courage is often complimented. Well, I wouldn’t have nearly as much of it, if it wasn’t for this human right here. She poured into my cup unconditionally. Not only for a season. For cycles. For aeons. Time, and time again, she has chosen me. She has held space for my flawed heart. We are cut from the same cloth. Two lost little girls. One Sheltered, the other Mirrored in Exposure. One home life Covert. Another Overt. And within that we exposed the truth for one another. We are not Trauma bonded. We are connected through Truth. The empowering alliance of Sagittarius and Aquarius. Along with every other beautiful aspect of Astrology that synchronizes us. As if we agreed in the Heavens to Incarnate on Earth to do this Work, this Deeply, Intimately and Lovingly, Romantically, Together in Friendship. In Sisterhood. 

You see, as soon as we came together through Music, my World broke free. Most of my music exposure was gifted to thee by Mooney. Through a random struck of Luck, I was granted Britney Spears, and Green Day. Through Mooney? I discovered My Chemical Romance, Korn, Smashing Pumpkins, Pantera, UnderOath, Deftones, Fontaines D.C., Aesop Rock, SnoopDogg and so many more. Through her exposing me to them? Those bands then exposed me to Avenged Sevenfold, Slayer, King Diamond, Mercyful Fate, Slipknot, Stone Sour, and all the way to the Fountains of Muse that led me to the music of my Beloved Chad. Music has always brought me to people, and people to me. As a child, it seemed I was only allowed to experience that connection, if it led into my birth mother. Mooney showed me that connection could be poured into me. I could pour it into various others. I could pour myself into the world if I ever so desired. And Here I am. You see, I am only here today because of a Dream within a Dream. 

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This Dream of Mine, is truly a Dream of Ours. As young children in Dan Cichello’s 5th Grade Class. The Teacher who Nurtured my passion and talent for Writing. A teacher who believed in me, and Believed in Mooney more than anyone, especially at the time. The power of a caring teacher. The wisdom that will always stay when granted through love. To expose us, in case I have Mr. Cichello listening, this is Sarah McKinney as Melinoe, and Carissa Phillips as Mooney. The Two Punk Kids who were Free to express themselves wholeheartedly in your classroom. Another moment of gratitude in my life. Not only did leaving Amarillo lead me to Mooney, I was in a position to learn under one of the most phenomenal educators to cross my path. I often voice words of adoration for this mentor in my life, to this day! I remember when he read us the book he wrote, a title I often forget. Something I seek online on occasion. Hoping that relic could be mine. Yet, I know that gift of art is always with me. I remember how that planted a seed of encouragement, of destiny, that I too could publish my words one day. As well, every book he ever forced us to read? To this day has been referenced at many moments in my life. As well, he should know I didn’t take his credit card math lecture as seriously as I should have. I would like to publicly announce that he was indeed right. Nonetheless, the Mooney-Melinoe Cross-Over is the next best thing since Sam and Dean Winchester’s Dad went on a Hunting Trip, and hadn’t been home for a while. Which wouldn’t have happened without the Divine Intervention of a Soulful Educator, and a Classroom that gave nourishing space for us to Dream. 

Mooney and I, with outdated peers, decided that we would be in a band together. “My Chemical Day.” A mixture of Green Day and My Chemical Romance.. DUH! It was genius to our 10 yr old hearts. I remember every sleepover in which we would talk out our plans to make it in music, and in art. I always wanted to be a lyricist. Mooney was secondary to that, as well as giving key insight for visual arts and organization to execute the plan. Together we would weave different patterns into one grandiose collaboration. A blend of styles, sounds and wholeness. A sanctity for the misfits and the outcasts. A space where we could come together in our eclectic, groovy vibes. One of my favorite aspects of mine and Mooney’s relationship and dynamic. As similar as we are, we are also immensely different. I love our polarity. I love our solidarity. I love how we love and nurture the other in that authenticity. Often declaring, “Yess Bitch! That is so fucking you!” We know each other in the limelight. We harbor each other’s shadow, and we dance within one another’s light. The clarity in which we see each other is crystal. 

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Over the years, life became too serious. Life continued to become more difficult to bear. Mooney and I often separated from one another. Being in different schools, classes, social circles and scenes. Always coming back to one another, in one way shape or form. Never giving up on the love we have, and the dream we share. Different stages required different roles from each of us. Some years it was Mooney who reminded me of the Dream. Other times, I had to nag her into an argument that disrupted her pattern. The aggression required to survive. The Will to Live. The Will to Create. We often debated and allowed our differences to be expressed to the pits of their hate. Talking mad shit in a colorful display of opinionated phrases. Antagonizing one another until the breaking point in which we sold one another on a band, song, or other medium of art. The freedom to be a cunt. Truly is the greatest gift a friend can bestow. Mooney has always understood my heart, at the peak of my cunt storms. As have I understood hers. We protect one another by allowing each other to protect ourselves in the presence of each other’s loving arms. I do not have to censor. I do not have to wallow in anxiety that I am now somehow unloveable for something I said, felt, expressed or failed. Mooney is my anchor, and we have been anchored in music. Through the Holy Fires of Punk Rock. 

Which is why I want to give the Loudest Welcome to my Darling Mooney Pie. If I am credible to the music scene, then honey, so are you!! I cannot wait for the World to hear your passion. The passion I selfishly indulge with every phone call that leads to every album I blare through my speakers. Your Fire Sparked My Light. I am Forever, and Always Eternally Grateful for the way in which you Saved my Life. Cheers to No Bandmate Left Behind. Three Cheers for Our Sweetest Revenge. Our Heart-Hand Grenades are exploding, and it’s changing the World. I LOVE YOU! Welcome to Rock Oracle. I knew our Jack O’ Lantern Tattoos were Blood Magick guiding us somewhere special. Here’s to a Life Long Friendship that all Began because of Green Day, Nightmare Before Christmas, and a Shared Dream for Life. 

All Rock Oracle Fanatics Stay Tuned for Inspiring Work to Come From Mooney, 

The Heart of Rock Oracle. 

Live Deliciously. Love Authentically. And Always, Stay Wyrd!

–Melinoe Macaria Mourningstar