The other night, many of us got to witness something amazing. The third of three Supermoons this year. A Supermoon is the coincidence of a full moon or a new moon with the closest approach the Moon makes to the Earth on its elliptical orbit, resulting in the largest apparent size of the lunar disk as seen from Earth. The actual term is the perigee-syzygy of the Earth-Moon-Sun system.
It has been said that the Supermoon affects the occurrence of natural disasters to a greater degree, such as in the cases of Hurricane Katrina and in certain earthquakes and tsunamis. While that is a debated topic, I'm sure many people agree that if nothing else, the Supermoon is a Super intense full moon experience.
This last supermoon that we got to experience happened to be in Pisces. This can mean an intensity of sensitivities, both positive and challenging, asking one to face growth unexpectedly, and with force. I can certainly understand this, as today I was pondering why I was so touchy yesterday, and low and behold, aha! Pisces.
I want to use this time, as I like to try and use the gift we receive from the sky once a month, the full, shining moon, to reflect inwards and tease out those things that lie in darkness, waiting for light. I'm certainly not one to shy from the darker side of things, but I am thankful for this moment, and I hope to extend the thought of looking inward at our feelings of victimization, self righteousness and addiction now. I know this has helped me out a lot recently.
Many call the full moon nights the Esbat, and observe certain rites and rituals beneath her light. We tried something new, something we had never done before. Scrying.
I recently visited a lovely local shop called The Raven and the Crone in Asheville and found a beautiful black, stone scrying bowl. I've always been drawn to them, but never had the wherewithal to give it a go and buy one. This one, however, came home with me quite happily.
Myself, my partner the Griffin, and some of our sweetest friends and fellow witchy folks gathered outside under the brilliant moon and with the water filled bowl, we each took a turn capturing the moon in the black bowl and gazing within. We looked up at the moon, then back into the bowl 3 times, then waited. Afterwards we ate sweet things and talked about what we had seen, and what that all might mean. A lovely, casually magic night.
I'd love to learn more methods of divination, as they are very interesting to me, and the scrying bowl has certainly won my heart. I'll leave you with a beautiful song my sister sang for us while we sat in wonder. A song people used to sing, to encourage our Lady to show her face on dark nights, to light the way.
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