In the quiet aftermath of the violent Blood Moon, we clutch at a moment of respite, for we have bled out into the water having opened the floodgates to our truest selves.
Who amongst us can say that we have not felt the Full Moon in Leo, with its spiritual trifecta of Supermoon, Blue Moon, and Blood Moon, clawing at us from deep within, disturbing us from our rest and screeching at us to step out from the shadows in our most authentic guise. The Blood Moon set the stage of a
Original Image - xthenullchamberx.tumblr.com "There is blood beneath your fingertips
Stained once more with dirt
The nectar that fills your veins
Reminds you what is 'worth'
The howling tale upon the wind
The Crow cries out for war..." - Joey Morris Morriganic War Cry Timeless, ageless, cawing from the outer reaches of the spiritual ecosystem; the prophetess, the magician, the omen bearer of all that could ever come to pass; the Crow.
Placing the black charred feathers
These Dark yet Holy things
Etched into the very bark
Teach us from a pool inked onto the world
Forgotten towers of mislaid bricks
That once revered were scattered
And laid to waste
The Raven crackles in the storm
Inciting venomous lessons
There is knowledge in boldness and in blood
Reaching out far beyond the walls
Graves of our forebears are not silenced
By the passing of the beating heart
An echo ripples backward remembering
We were one once with the night - Jo
The Cailleach “Bloody teeth and wizened fingertips, a Holy unholy sight, hobbling and hopping across the border,
Alight and brazen, aching to be something Other, Older, Wiser, Starting once again,
In the bowels of the Earth in the depths of Winter but never lifeless, not even in Death,
Mad with knowledge, empty vessels poured out on the naked land, renewed.
Everything is beyond the grasp of the fearful, embody fear instead, and howl, scream out into the night…” – The Cail
I have been musing about how one takes control of ones own sovereignty in regards to the parts of ourselves that we might ‘give away’ in interactions with other people – whether unwittingly or knowingly, and the impact that it has on our selves. With steering the best course so one does not get trampled underfoot of the wants and desires of other people, and yet not to become tyrannical in our approaches. The balance between personal boundary and the urge to support others.
Image – Ashley Joncas *Sidenote props if you understood that pop culture reference. We stand at the boundaries, the edge walkers, the hedge jumpers, peering out into the Unknown with our Other Eyes seeking to better understand the depths of the world.
We raise energies in circles, embodying a temple within and without of the self, structuring our magickal practice with border lines and directing our power to protect and allow (or reject) certain levels of spirit encroachment
Image Source For the first time in a long time; this New Moon felt like a chore. Almost everyone around me seemed to be suffering with a form of shaman sickness; manifesting their shadow through their physical selves, whilst technology seemed to fail entirely, and the general atmosphere of the world seemed toxic beyond all measure. It’s not always a popular move to point out when the spiritual ecosystem feels funky, but to deny that areas need addressing is a head in the sand
Remember when I blog posted about the archetype of the Story teller? This is the extension of that message. The obligation to write our own stories. The call to #breakthemold when it comes to who we want to be. In a world where we are handed a role, it’s our prerogative – if not a downright personal necessity – to question that, smash it, rewrite it… You are not small. You cannot be defined simply and indeed, every person exists between the lines. No matter what is written, i
Image – Natalie Ving “Fate always goes as it must.” – Beowulf c.800 I.455 There have been storms of late. Moments of terrible tumultuous change vibrating through every iota of the universe, encapsulated in physical ballets of destruction across the world, as nature echoes the spiritual landscape.
Then alongside these crescendos of chaotic will are moments of stillness and silence, almost pregnant pauses that seem to punctuate this riotous ballad, and the contrast is so stark
Scales in the void, the eternal ellipsis of rebirth; vilified, demonized and feared.
Lidless eyes peer into the depths of our souls and we, as humans, flinch at the ‘otherness.’ In times long past the sand and earth parted as the side-winding symbol of deeply connective Goddess energy imparted wisdom to those willing to learn, and the snake symbolized fertility, healing, sexual liberation, and rebirth. But as a culture of sexual repression and shame rose up in the dregs of h
Image – Untitled by Lena Dunaeva It is a common misconception that all masks worn by people in modern society are meant to deceive others; a judgement made from a place of selfishness, for it is an alarming trend to only interpret the actions of others through the affect those actions have on ourselves. This unfortunate lack of understanding has plagued spiritual circles with the notion that masks are worn to hide soul, that the practice of wearing a mask is not only deceptio
Image – Highly deadly black tarantula We are the unlovable
The damaged and the broken
Those with complicated scars
And lurking memories
We don’t know how to fake a smile anymore,
Let alone a whole lifestyle
And so many chattering mouths and mean voices tell us that
We are too difficult to love. Following in the murky footsteps of the Cult of Not Belonging is a painful shadow; fear based, suffocating in its icy grip… the shadow that if we show ourselves completely to so
Image – Nadia Maria Photography “Other eyes.” What does it mean to be starry eyed?
To have cosmic dust deep in your eyes
To peek beyond with void in veil What does it mean to have Other eyes?
When the universe speaks energy never lies
To watch something darkly beautiful What does it mean to see all is dust?
To know what is broken and all turns to rust
To see glimpses of eternity in inevitability What does it mean to live as a seer
Are the chains just as broken, the cos
Image- Odysseyonline “Every Story that has ever been told or will be, exists timelessly within the void. This is the temple of the Storyteller.”
– Joanne Morris 2017 Within the heart and soul of every human being is a story, the retelling of our lives; past, present and future – both the stories we have woven from our choices and actions, and those yet untold and unforeseen. To some, we are the weavers of our own fates, to others, our destinies exist independently of our con
“…I hear her scream
The pitch black chord of night
I am her
and She is me…”
– Joey Morris Woad Warrior Never in human history has the screaming been so silent. The sanitization of modern society impresses on the individual the need for silence to such a degree that the verbal act of screaming is relegated to films concerning horror.
The Horror genre is generally considered to be a psychological pressure valve for social and cultural concerns within the human p
★★★ Oracle for Starlets ★★★ ★ Plant Ally Cards by Lisa Mcloughlin Art★ ★ Nettle – Nourishment ★ “Find the nourishment after pain; the pearl in the oyster. Seek out environments that help to clear your thinking so that you can respond to unhealthy internal/external situations in a positive way.” – Lisa Mcloughlin “Nettle it is called, it attacks against poison,
it drives out the hostile one, it casts out poison.
This is the herb that fought against the serpent,
it has power
★★★ Starry Oracle ★★★ ★Self mastery★
★Deck – Plant Ally Cards by Lisa McLoughlin★ “Rosebay Willowherb (Fireweed)- Self Mastery
You are the Phoenix rising from the ashes! Feel encouraged to renew your confidence in self mastery. What do you desire to do?” “Fireweed removes anger and transmutes karma. It is the remedy of restoration. When life destroys us, Fireweed flower essence helps us to successfully start over. Like the phoenix rising from the ashes of the fire, it helps
★★★ Oracle for Starlets ★★★ ★ Cards of Chaos – Queen of Books ★ The beautiful cards of Chaos come without any definitive meanings, allowing for personal interpretation of them to rule your thought process… anything goes as long as it aligns with your higher truth! How apt is it that the Queen of Books showed up this week for the Oracle reading; She who rules over the written and recorded word; covering her torso in words as well as her face in randomized alphabetical letters.
I am Her
And She is me
The guardian in woad
A story screams
Across the void
Marked in battle lines
I hear her scream
The pitch black chord of night
I am her
and She is me
There is no true divide
I cross the ocean bruised
To speak at fire side
The lightning calls
As once it did
The drums of war unfold
I am Her
And She is me
The warrior in woad – Joanne Morris 2017 all rights reserved #war #woad #warrior #dancer #ancestor #celtic #celt #p
“The bloody birth of a Wild Witch.” “Wild. Ancient. Carefree.
Who were we as witches before we learnt
What the world told us to be?” – Joey Morris In passing, it can seem as though the reclamation of ones inner wild self is as simple as a moment of glorious realization, following which the shackles which once chained us to personal limitation, degradation, and loss of self, release, and we are free from those controlling elements that have so tortured our spiritual journey.