The dark moon is upon us once again my darlings!
Offerings have been laid- milk and honey for the land spirits; moonshine and sweet incense smoke for the Ancestors.
I’m off to join the sabbath, shall I see you there?
The Dark Moon Calls
Awake! Awake my children!
The time has come, the moon is hidden..
We gather in darkness to honor our beloved, our Ancestors of blood and of bone.
Where hungry spirits gather, beneath the ground they growl. Hungry and thirsty, awaiting their bounty. Honor them and give offerings, for the Mighty Dead are not to be ignored.
When the moon is hidden, the door is open, between two realms we walk. Now is the time, open your mind, allow the darkness to enter. Open your heart, the darkness takes root.
Feed your shadows, the darkest part of your soul. Look within your own darkness, accept without doubt what lurks there. Turn away from the fire, peer into the night. With open arms welcome the Dark One.
Fear engulfs your body as the the Man in Black appears, down at the crossroads, he waits. Walk with him, he has much to share. Of worlds and of magick, of spirits and spells. Listen to him, for he can take you into the depth of the night… for a price. The pact is made, no going back. Relinquish the light. Give into his siren call.
Know that to be a Witch, one must first die. To be reborn in shadow. Half-alive, half-dead, split between two worlds, this and the next. To always walk where spirits play, to be a Witch this is the way. The way of the outcast, the condemned and the damned. Calling out to the void, a sinner’s prayer you say, “Guide me O’Hecate!”, show me the way.
The dark moon is upon us. We must make hast, the door is opened, we won’t delay.
Gather together, honor your kin. For spirits come forth to bring you in. The Dark Mother reigns, her presence is heavy, respect she commands. Her velvety cloak casts out the light, can you feel her near? Give to her your troubles, your woes and strife, for she is the consumer of all things, and the creator of new life. Cleanse yourself, banish the ills, allow her to consume and create you. Her love is not kind, but it is endearing. Her dance is slow, but not easy. Her lessons hard, but invaluable. Approach her with an open heart and ask. For She is the beginning and the end.
She embraces you.
Ride the night my child, fly high! Calling to spirits, the nameless ones, the night.. wild and lawless you are, child of the night! Never to be tamed, you soar!