Moon Reflections

 

 

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Standing under a bright full moon, in the cold of a december night, under trees stripped bare of leaves. The last full moon for the decade is a time of reflection.

So many changes have taken place in ten years. Standing in the flood tide of the power of this moon, I am reminded of previous moons, previous tides, bringing tears and laughter both. Changes have been both small, and monumental, personal, cultural….the list is endless and far too personal to go into here. What they all have in common is the turning tides of the earth, seasons, hopes and fears. We live in a world that is far, far less sure than the one of ten years ago. We live in an age of social media used for good and ill. We live in a time of political uncertainty, manipulation and constant bombardment with images intended to manipulate our feelings and actions.

Under that silent moon, words came, which I had hoped to repeat here, but try as I might, I cannot recall them – meant only for the rite, and the communion nature and witch, moon and soul. That is as it should be.

We stand, as a World, on the brink of a new Decade, in a time of constant strife, upheaval, hate, anger and distrust. We see neighbour pitted against neighbour, country against country, the human race against the environment, political manipulations and bitterly fought battles where neither side can win. This is a time of flux.

We ask that this become a time of Rebirth, the pangs of labour felt over the world to be transformed into the tide of a new world being born, a world where we find Balance.

Balance between countries, environment, politics, cultures and love. May the young not blame the old, and the old not despair of the young. May we remember that Love is at the basis of all things, and even if we, as a nation, a world feel that we are ‘too small to make a difference’ let us remember that one small act of kindness makes all the difference to the being who receives it, and those small acts can ripple out, until the ripples become waves, and the waves become tides of change.

No matter how hard things become, we, as Witches, need to observe, to be the calm in the storm, to work our magic for Good, or to provide Healing, or comfort or whatever our talents are. We need to use them to full advantage, and in full love of our communities, for those communities are the microcosm to the macrocosm that is the World. Let us move forward into a new decade with hope, with determination, with strength and compassion, honour, humility and, above all, with Love.

Hail to the Old Ones. Merry Meet, Merry Part, and Merry Meet Again!

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Blessed Be

 

 

 

 

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Professor Ronald Hutton at Milton Keynes Open University

Professor Ronald Hutton is coming to Milton Keynes to give a talk on The Concept of Pagan Survivals Revisited. Tickets are free on the following link.

https://www.eventbrite.co.uk/e/the-concept-of-pagan-survivals-revisited-a-seminar-by-prof-ronald-hutton-tickets-72497713613

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Glitch

Somehow the Diary rolled back to a previous incarnation – I have no idea either <glares in general direction of Mercury>

It is now restored back to how it should be.

 

Happy Mercury Retrograde, all!

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Blessed Samhain

As the dark nights lengthen, and the land cools down, the frosts become harder and the leaves on the trees turn to gold, the time of Samhain arrives. It is a time of polarisation, from the commercialised Halloween, with it’s ready brought costumes, carved pumpkins and screams of children out trick or treating, emphasising the stark contrast to the deep introspection that this time triggers within us. It is a liminal time, a time of wraiths and spirits, of respect for the dead and for honouring those who have come before us. Of quiet time alone, to think, to reconnect, to remember where we came from and what and who we are.

We create Altars to the Ancestors, spend time in meditation, maybe even set them a place at our feast. Many of the modern traditions such as carving pumpkins have their roots in ancient practices, turnips were traditionally carved in frightening faces and placed in windows to scare away the spirits said to return on this night.

I’ve always wanted to try carving a turnip, alas I still haven’t managed it, as there weren’t any to be had, so a swede it is! They aren’t so different.

Wild hunt turnip

 

The picture says it all. Whatever you are doing (this year is a busy one, with a divination night tonight and a vigil for the Dead tomorrow) If you’re out there with the kids making the absolute most of the joyful time of Halloween (because who doesn’t love it, even if it is overdone) or just sitting at home lighting a candle,  I wish you a the peace that comes from innner contentment. May your Ancestors look kindly upon you and the Wild Hunt leaves you alone!

 

Blessed Be

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A Blessed Lughnasadh

Or Lammas, Loafmas or whatever your chosen name is to use.

This year Lughnasadh falls on a New moon, adding extra opportunity for your workings and Rites. I’ve not come across the term much in relation to this, but allagedly a ‘Black Moon’ (second new moon in a month) is also today – I know a Black Moon as something different, and related to the Dark Moon, but in the spirit of sharing knowledge….

Lughnasadh, a bittersweet time, for while we rejoice in the First Harvest of grain, it’s the beginning of the end of summer. From now there is a slow turn towards seeding and harvest, dying off and ‘going over’ as the land, warmed still by the sun, begins the long preparation for Winter. We humans, making the most of the long days and warm weather, gather the harvest, either literal or metaphorical, and assess how this year has panned out. Making our plans for the remainder of the year as well as the following one. An aspect often forgotten, Sacrifice, is a big part, traditionally within Wicca Lughnasadh is the time of the sacrifice of the God represented in the harvest of the crops, and held within the kernels which protect life in the form of seed, or are given for food to sustain us. year’s seeds. Known as the Corn King, the last sheaf in a field is ceremoniously cut, and metaphorically cut down by his Goddess, the Corn King’s Sacrifice given willingly so all can live. He descends to the Underworld to await his Goddess. We honour his spirit in the bread and foods made from the crops, in the careful saving of seeds for the garden or vegetable patch, and in our taking stock and contemplation for the future. This particular Lughnasadh falls on a New moon, making any workings and rites more powerful if you utilize that energy. 🌾

 

The following passage is poignant to me, I’m aware of the Sacrifice of the male aspect at this time of year, but this swings it around to the fememine, and it’s a powerful piece of writing.

LUGHS GRIEF

I weep, I grieve for my Foster Mother,

Let my tears water the precious earth she gave her last breath to cultivate

so that we may live.

She gave her very life so that we may gain the knowledge of growth,

Growth within the soil her bare hands touched,

Growth within Spirit and the meaning of sacrifice.

When in the darkest of Winter we have food to feed our children and elders,

Let us think of Tailtiu and give her thanks.

Written by Barbara Ney Ni Saomhair 2016.

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Full Moon

A very Blessed Full Moon to all. This may moon is a Blue moon, there are two definitions for this, this particular one is the third full moon in a season. ( the other is a second Full moon in a calendar month)

Hoping the energies of this beautiful moon renew and empower you for the coming season.

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Blessed Beltane Eve

Wishing everyone a very Blessed Beltane Eve. The chaplet is made, the sky is clear, and the Fae dance their magic while the Veil is thin. Fires are lit, dancing and merriment abound!

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Shop highlight

Just a heads up for everyone in the local pagan community, Raven and Broomstick in Leighton Buzzard are staying open till eight for Full Moon NEXT FRIDAY 19th April. Note to self, drink the coffee THEN do the writing thing!) See you there 🙂 A chance to say hi to other pagans in the area besides it being a fantastic shop. Our shops are often the hub of our communities, and they always need our support.

 

BB to the Raven and Broomstick team for their first late night Full Moon opening. Also leaves plenty of time for your own Full Moon devotions afterwards.

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Petition time

This post is mostly for folks in the UK, my apologies to my lovely overseas readers (I’m amazed I even HAVE overseas readers, to be honest. Thank you so much for coming and reading my little piece of the net)

So we have a number of countryside issues that need highlighting, along with the awfulness of the current political situation (worldwide, really, that one) I figured my pagan friends might like to see some issues that could do with support.

 

Firstly, our beautiful brown hare is under threat, she’s such an iconic pagan image, she has come to represent the Divine Femenine, from Isobel Gowdie’s  ‘an I shall go into a hare’ hints at shapeshifting, to the Easter symbolism, our iconic brown hare needs all the help she can get. Please consider signing this petition. I can attest to the fact that the numbers are falling, we used to have lots around here, the numbers took a hit during the seventies before we had the wildlife laws, and they made a comeback, one ride out on The White Horse years ago I was lucky enough to see six of them, and that was beaten by one ride on the new to us at the time Red Horse, by seeing eight of them, within the area of two fields. One of which was crouching right by his feet, and I am in eternal gratefulness to the Goddess that she stayed put, as the Red Horse was quite keen on taking off for no reason and legging it to the next county given half a chance and an excuse! Now we are lucky to see maybe one or two. Apparently that awful man made disease Myxamatosis has now jumped the species barrier and is infecting our beautiful hares. Between that, the coursing, the farming practices…well, you can see why this petition is needed.

https://petition.parliament.uk/petitions/230349?fbclid=IwAR3X2QVgK0HHtEerP9aGff_mYytXET7whnaH-V_RQ3R_bgYx3E1Mkg533js

 

Further to that petition, it’s becoming ‘normal’ tho illegal practice to net hedges to prevent birds nesting if there’s going to be building work going on. There needs to be more legislation and far more awareness of this practice, we are already losing so many species of birds due to farmers ripping out natural hedgerows to make more room for crops (seen that happening round here too, although we are luckier in that our farms are so long established that the hedging is more a series of trees, we have all manner of bird life, and long may that continue)

 

https://petition.parliament.uk/petitions/244233?fbclid=IwAR2ClN_C2NMBODNNLsiwYqPqfoPZFXBpD1JtQ7N11M56PPYVedK2SC8SUUAll

As Pagans, Druids, Witches and Wiccans and all the other many and beautifully varied paths we follow, one thing links us all, a reverence and respect for Nature and her teachings, for the very land which creates and sustains us, for the creatures and birds that live on it and have no voices other than the one we raise to speak for them. They are crying out for help and it needs to be us to answer that  challenge.

 

Thank you for reading

 

Blessed Be all

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Magical night

Much has been made of the third ‘super moon’ but I can see why. The very air is charged with the rising spring sap, and the power of this incredible moon. Salute to Nion the Ash tree, revered as the World Tree and one of the sacred woods. His silhouette a contrast to the silvered sky. Not yet clothed in leaf, but skeletal beauty for all to see, the great sweeping branches under which the stables are sheltered.

The sky is hazy, the night is still, the odd sleepy craaaark! from our rookery and small rustlings in the hedgerow the only sounds. The scent of daffodils and blackthorn blossom in the air. The Spring Equinox promise of warmth and joy to come. Most things lie quiet though. The brightly shining moon makes it almost like daylight. Tomorrow will dawn earlier, and the almost imperceptible march towards longer days begins, but for now, I just sit and connect with the moon.

Brightest full moon blessings to all!

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