Now, follow Avril as she goes beneath the August New Moon with the basic essential tools to create magick.
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Due to the nasty weather, Avril decided to perform the New Moon ritual she had planned beneath shelter. The rain water was a direct link between her and the world of magic, yet it was too brutal to race out in. It was an hour before the witching hour when magic would take effect that was beneficial. At midnight, the “veil between the worlds” would be at its thinnest. Traditionally, when the witching hour takes place on the night of the waxing of the Moon, it was a great time to increase prosperity. Tonight, Avril would summon the Elder Ones for counsel or advice, and re-establish her bond with the Moon Goddess in her maiden form to request encouragement. Avril knew the Moon is a primary factor in her life. The influence affects the female’s cycle. The Moon face changes daily from New, towards Full, and back again, which indicates how the unconscious works. The experiences of Avril’s past are projected outward and determine the expectations of the present and future. Emotions from the past can have the power to move forward by a deep-rooted impulse, and then affect present and future emotional events.
The smell of drenched earth was all around Avril as she swept the area with the aid of a besom to chase away all negativity. She began to place the needed basic essential magickal tools upon the old worn down wood sun-wise around her. At each of the cardinal points, in a wind-protected candle holders the proper colored candle was placed and lit; north - earth, a green candle, east - air, a yellow candle, south - fire, a red candle, west - water, a blue candle and said, “Thrice ‘round this place to weave, thrice blessing thy words, thrice cleanse in thy fire. With the last candle put in place and lit, she sat down and crossed her legs in the center of her invisible, protective circle facing east. To the left she placed a white candle dedicated to the Goddess and to the right, a matching size red candle to symbolize God, and then lit the wicks. She put a chalice of rainwater to the east, a small wand to the south, a black handed athame west, and a shiny, gold pentacle north. Avril sprinkled powder herb onto the incense burner; the pungent, piney fragrance stirred her heart. She thought how the rosemary had been grown in a sunny location and kept evenly moist. The tips had been cut with a white handled boline from the branches, collected and dried then ground into a powder. When Avril lit the powdered heap she reminded herself that rosemary is the herb of friendship, love and remembrance and is burned to purify and bless her space.
Again, Avril faced north. She raised both her hands up into the stormy night sky. With palms upward and fingers spread wide, she said, “Hear my call this I pray.” When a bolt of lightning ripped the sky open, she dropped to a sitting position. Her breath became deep and shallow, listening to the light battle the dark. The storm built up strength as the thunder exploded. She knelt before the invisible New Moon.
Avril pulled the black hood up onto the top of her head, and then pulled the sides off her face to connect with nature’s power. Avril’s head was bowed as the wind picked up and bounced the branches off one another. The leaves were shaken from the trees and hurled around in the air. In the midst of all the turbulence she raised her head and arms and said, “Lady of the night I call upon you now. Join your energies with mine in your crescent shape, innocent, carefree, curious, invisible. Let your precious light energy reach me. Reveal knowledge you hold. Lovely lady of the night, you who would reveal all mysteries, past, present, future, release knowledge for me to live with personal contentment so I can spread your light outward to the world.”
The quarter candles glowed out into the stormy night as lightening cracked through the blackness that engulfed the space around her. Crude mud lay on the earth. She closed her eyes and listened to the raindrops pound onto the porch roof. Thunderous booms echoed over and over again. The time passed. She opened her eyes. An image penetrated the veil. In the blackness an image appear in the smoke. The image was so vivid in every detail. “I have no idea who you are,” she whispered continuing her inspection of what appeared before her. She sat up, silently making her way through time, keeping her eyes on the image, she waited for pertinent information to be given for guidance. Suddenly, a voice came. He casually said, “For every ending brings a new beginning. Thoughtfulness, imagination, affection will keep one company when one feels alone. Complaints, loneliness, impatience offer no gains. Jealously, self-hatred will destroy from the inside, out. Tremendous opportunities appear when one sees their self worth and expresses true love.”
“Keep talking,” she asked.
“No, I must go,” he answered. And with that, the image vanished.
“I am grateful for the time we shared. Go in peace and may peace be with you,” she whispered.
The candles continued to burn. The rain storm consumed the night as she sat within the circle on the back porch. The wind swirled up, below and side to side. Avril thanked Guardians of the Four Quarters for attending and their support in her rite. She stood at the North Quarter then slowly moved to West, the South and the East, to return North and snuffed out the elemental candles. She reached down and picked up the black handed athame. With the point of the blade of the magical knife she pierced the magickal circle around her. The energy of the ring surged into the blade and handle as she walked widdershins till the circle was dispersed. She picked up her magickal tools of the trade. She blew the New Moon a kiss, and then asked the Higher Powers to watch over her. With a broad smile, she replayed the guidance given, as the screen door slammed behind her when she entered to go to bed .