Dear Friend and Reader,
“ALL THAT YOU TOUCH and all that you see, are all you’re life will ever be.” Pink Floyd summed up the whole of existence with a string of 16 words. It’s all boiled down to that magnificent point that life is a celebration of the senses. It is about feelings and touchings, reachings and pain and also, if you’re lucky, great guitar solos.
I am writing this on the eve before the Scorpio New Moon, and I can tell you, I feel the darkness of the night is as rich and fertile as the dirt above a year-old grave. You can throw anything on dirt like that and it’ll grow. You can throw old potatoes with too many eyes there, and you’ll have enough to feed yourself for a few months.
This is the energy that is pushing up against us right now. It is brittle and creepy and full of doom and weirdness in the old senses of those words. Weird and doom were both words used to describe something that we do not have a perfect equivalent for in our language, but when we say “fate” it comes pretty close.
The feeling in the air is very, very loaded, and there is no wondering why: after this New Moon, we’ve got Neptune stationing direct, Halloween, Saturn opposing Uranus and Pluto switching signs.
In other words, what we’ve got in this lunation is the beginning of a new era that will stretch way beyond this Moon, way beyond this upcoming Halloween, and into the reaches of time. Saturn and Uranus and Pluto are going to be the overseers of some excellent potential erupting forth. So what would I do during such an auspicious occasion?
I would have a ritual.
Speaking from the perspective of a witch, the New Moon is the best time to perform rituals towards the intention of growing things. For example, when I want my philodendron cuttings to send forth good, strong roots, I cut them and put them in water during a New Moon. When I want my strength to wax in a month I surmise will be pretty demanding, I call upon it under the New Moon.