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Full Moon in Aries 0007

Ξ September 27th, 2007 | → 0 Comments | ∇ Faery, Faerie, Moon, Ritual, Seasonal, Musings, Dianic, Wicca, Women's Spituality, Goddess |

I loaded myself and two other women into the cramped space of my little truck and packed off for a drive deep into the heart of the redwood forest. The weather was warmer than it should be at the turning of the seasons, but Indian Summer had graced our night. The drive took over an hour and the going was very rough, on primitive roads nearly washed away by winter’s storms. 

Bumpy and windy as it was, no one complained. We were all in good spirits and in full of anticipation for the full moon ritual we were about to cast as we drove deeper and deeper into the mystery of the forest. Finally, we found our destination. 

We had come to the home of a dear circle sister who lived off the grid. That is the purest way to be in my way of thinking. Completely surrounded by national and state forest lands, her world will never be infringed upon by humans. To be deep into the heart of the land, and then suddenly see a wee farm show itself, was a magic unto its own existence. 

Mother Moon was not yet showing herself above the forest’s treetops as we all greeted and hugged. It doesn’t take a gaggle of heathen women long to prepare a ritual space when they’re filled with moon energies. We could feel her coming, and we were excited to greet her at this turning of the wheel. 

With the ritual space set, we gathered around and cast a circle. But I must say, in my way of thinking the circle was already cast for us by the forest. Really, all we were doing was calling up our ancient selves through the rote of ritual experience. The elementals were welcomed through the vibration of music … drum, flute and voice. Of course we sang, “She changes everything she touches….” How could you not sing that song when it is such a pregnant full moon?! 

The September full moon is my most favorite of moons. It’s my holy of holies as moons go. She fills the night skies in such big and grand way that she cannot be denied her due. 

With the circle cast, the elementals welcomed … we invited the energies of Hecate and Persephone to join us, and then we lit the fire just as Momma Moon peeked in on us over the tree tops. 

With the moon is Aries, we gave voice to her counter-balance of Libra energies. To me it means the moon is dancing with us in all her glory, yet she holds the mystical gifts of great and abundant loving energies. It’s so in-your-face energies, and in such a wickedly good loving way. 

What we did next was in my mind the best thing that women can do in circle, we began by passing a talking stick and each woman told her story of where she was at in her life, the influences that had brought her there and what she wanted to cast for on this moon. The warmth of the night airs held us as each women took at least a half hour to speak uninterrupted. Such an amazing gift we gave each other in the purity of being listen to in a complete and whole way. It is what all of us crave most in life, and on this night it was realized. 

Such rich, full and detailed stories these women shared. Their human experiences stood in stark contrast to their spiritual needs. Always the issue is the blending of the two, and the deep desire to walk their own talk in their daily lives. I loved these women in that moment of timelessness for being the amazing souls they are … and my good fortune to have been witness to them showing their true selves. Such a blessing. 

When we finished, the moon had risen fully into the night sky. We’d let the fire die down to embers because the moon was so brilliant, we needed nothing more to illuminate us. She cast a glow upon all the redwoods around us, and at times the forest was very active and at others, it was completely still. At one point, a small wind blew through our space … and only in our space, as the rest of the forest was quiet. I quietly welcomed the Fae, whispering to only one sister … “Here they are, here they come.” She smiled because she knew them too. I love the redwoods. I am always embraced by the beings that live there. It’s a good place for me to be authentic. 

When the stories finished, we did a little magic to find our deeper selves and sculpt our lives to match our spiritual needs. We imbibed apples with our intentions, and like any good witch would do, we ate of the fruit. Saving the seeds, we dropped them into little pouches and tied them for a month’s worth of contemplation until the next full moon when we will release those seeds of change. I must say, those were wicked good apples too! 

Apple cores cast to the embers, we opened the circle and enjoyed plenty of good food together to ground and prepare for the long trek off the mountain. But there again, the moon lead us safely down the dangerous path to the safety of our own beds.

Cerridwen Sidhewolf 
Full Moon in Aries 0007