Reflections of the Dark Moon

She is in the sound of bare feet running across the dirt and stone. The thud of bone hitting earth and making it stronger. She is the song without words but whose depth of truth is unquestioned. The cry of beast and mortal alike. Hear her in your beating heart as the pounding drum. Hear her in your mind as the wailing carnyx. A force of nature. A force pushing you to beyond. Beyond your current limits. Ever striving. Ever changing. Ever thriving.

The Dark Moon. The Full Moon. The Summer. The Winter. She is there.

It is the Samhain season, and there is much to do, but there is also a need to sit back and reflect. The bones have been released on my altar. The Ancestors are getting their daily offerings and prayers. The Morrigan’s Holy day was marked in the dark of night under a fog covered sky in the Oakland hills. Every day is full with work.

Work that brings my household money and stability. Work that keeps my household healthy and feeling supported in the hard times we are currently in. Work to prepare for the new year in the Cauldron and what we wish to offer the community. Work for my household Gods and Spirits, to continue our mutually beneficial relationships and bring them honor. Work to shore up and refresh my wards for the house, my loved ones and myself. Work to become a better person.

Amongst all that work it would be easy to get lost. To focus solely on what is directly in front of me and move forward. But moving forward without knowing where you have come from means that you may not realize where you are going. So I wanted to take a moment to pause. The Great Queen wanted me to take a moment to pause.

Herself has been very present this season. The shadows are more than a little deeper. My emotions are a little stronger. Under the surface bubbles and restless energy, it can be harnessed and focused to accomplish so much, but it also threatens to overwhelm and fantasies of literally running wild are never far away. These are some of the markers of the Great Queen’s presence to me. The feeling of a deep endless chasm within me that will never be filled and never run dry.

Several years ago during a trance ritual with the Morrigan it seemed important for me to start working on some form of divination skills. This was difficult for me. It’s not a skill I am particularly attracted to or one that I feel that I am good at, but there was something in the practice of prophecy that clearly she felt would be good for me. That is the crux of my relationship with the Morrigan. Becoming a better version of me. The better version of me that she sees even when I do not.

So I bought Brian Froud’s Heart of the Faerie Deck and started doing readings and it was remarkably easy to listen to them. Now whether or not they had anything useful to say, is another question entirely. I didn’t bother with a Tarot deck. Something about Tarot has just never appealed to me. There are some truly beautiful cards but it’s just…not for me.

I don’t read for people often or even for myself. When I do people seemed to genuinely get something out of it and I have started giving myself calendar year readings annually. For a while that seemed enough.

Not this year. Time to step it up and branch out lol. It started earlier in the year with the random idea that I would like to have another deck, not just those wilde Faeries, to read with. But as mentioned Tarot still seemed not for me, so then was the somewhat difficult task of finding another Oracle Deck that I could speak with. The timing of finding a possible deck has worked out in that witchy way. My dearest sister, Brenda called my attention to the “With Your Shield or On It” deck by Pam Wishbow on my instagram. It was an insta-buy. Something I don’t do often. They arrived a few days before the Dark Moon and the Morrigan’s Holy Day, and as soon as I had them in my hands I realized that I would need to spend time getting to know them and learn their language. It wasn’t one I could already speak like my Froud deck.

It just seemed correct to do a daily card pull to get to know the deck, to see if it was the right one for me. From Dark Moon to Dark Moon seemed natural. Asking the Morrigan to bless the deck and open my eyes was second nature. We are seven days in and I can now see a little of how good of a practice this is right now.

Life is more than a little full and hectic right now. A family member is in the hospital, my partner is on leave to help in their care. Our “normal” has been packed up for another time. Spending some small minutes in the morning to sit in the quiet. To shuffle the cards. To think about yesterday and wonder about today has been supremely beneficial.

Added to that is the fact that there has been a lot of energetic shifts happening around me. In communities I am apart of, in neighboring communities, and just everywhere I look to be honest. This Dark Moon of the Morrigan’s  I told her and felt the truth that it felt like the long holding pattern I was in for many years is over. I am no longer treading water. I am moving forward. This practice of prophecy, of divination, is one of looking in all directions and listening. When there is so much going on, it is important to listen. To be in closer in connection with her voice, to hear warnings, to see patterns, to know.

For all that I am grateful. To the Great Queen who constantly inspires me and drives me, I am humbly grateful.

To all those seeking, my best advice to you is to listen and act. Don’t let the doubt freeze you into inaction. Start small. Start with something manageable, but doable. A prayer once a week. An offering on the Dark Moons. Deciding to read one of her stories and legends. Listen while you are doing these things and take time to reflect.

May this time of great depth and possibility give you what you need to reach a new personal level. May you continue to thirst for greater understanding and mastery of yourself. May your loved ones be safe and protected. May your household be prosperous and joyful even in times of stress. My the Great Queen bless us.


Magic. Protection. Safety.


The mysterious appearing Tarot

The not so big secret about me is that I am a witch who is not so great at divination. I’ve never had a very good read on the future, for a very long time I had a very poor read on the present lol. It’s not that I have troubles tapping into the Otherworld, or seeing/feeling things outside of the mundane realm of senses. It’s just I’ve never been very good at picking out on a specific something or someone and where that is leading. Especially with devices like Tarot cards, or runes, or ogham sticks. Is it a lack of discipline? Probably. Lack of interest? Also probably. So to that end I’ve never bought a tarot deck, and I still haven’t lol.

But I have one despite all this. In fact one just appeared recently. As if by magic.

Recently I was emptying out a basket that I needed to collect some hella magical rock from the sea shore. In the process of clearing out this basket was a deck of tarot cards. I have no memory of these cards ever. The basket came from my grandmother’s house, I had rescued it from her closet where it sat in obscurity for probably a lifetime. But I am positive that I had cleared it out then when I found it and there were no tarot cards in that basket then. Yet here they are now. They are an old deck printed in the 1970’s a copy of the 1JJ Swiss Tarot Deck.

The first thing that popped out to me was the absences of  the High Priestess and the Hierophant, and the presence of Juno and Jupiter. Despite the controversy I have always had a strong connection and liking of Jupiter (both the planet and the deity). Jupiter has always meant good things for me, and despite being a Taurus, I’ve always considered Jupiter my ruling planet (how rebellious of me).

I have been thinking about trying my hand in earnest at the whole tarot thing. Mostly because it seems to be a skill that is useful to people. I know that there are many times my friends like to have readings done amoungst them for clarity, and I myself have asked for readings. It seems a shame not to be able to give back.  Since this deck seemed to want to be owned by me, I shan’t insult it by not trying.

It’s a pretty little deck. All the illustrations are classic woodblock lines, the death card is excellent. It has a worn in feeling to it. Like they know what their doing so I’ll be in good hands if that makes any sense at all. It has history to it which appeals to me, and it’s just odd enough to fit.

What do I mean by odd? Notice anything about the below picture?





The roman numerals do not match. This isn’t the only case. The Hermit card reads as VIIII, the 9 of cups is the same. While every other suit is the correct IX. Then there is the odd french advertisement on the 2 of coins and the 2 of cups. Little things slight odd. I like it.

So we’ll see how this goes. No doubt my Tumblr will see an influx of tarot posts, and I’ll be sure to post here is anything of import happens.

Till then we’ll see what’s in the cards.