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Blood Moon Offerings: Prophecies of the Hag

Blood Moon Offerings: Prophecies of the Hag

These bones of mine were restless, and I was half-dreaming
of an eyeless crow gnawing away at my storyteller’s lips. I woke with a
quickening heartbeat just before midnight, just as the Harvest Moon turned to dark,
and I left you, my sleeping lover, to wander lonely ‘neath these slow-to-shine
stars.

I found her in a sycamore tree then, that blue-skinned hag,
naked and straddling a low branch, grinning and mindlessly kicking her skeletal
legs like a child unaware of the wounds of this sacred ground. I thought her a
prophet, truth be told, and I asked her to show me the moment of my death.

She spit on the ground then and hopped down from her perch
with all the spryness of a feline ghost-sprite, and I rethought my journey to
this haunted place. Her skin was covered in a thin-layer of ice, holding her
sagging bits in place, and her teeth were stained as red as the centers of her
eyes. She cupped my face in those chilled hands of hers and pulled me close, hissing
an ancient incantation that sparked memories of ritual fires and sacrifice in
my ancestral mistlands, and I saw in her eyes the dark and thumping womb of the
world.

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I saw in her eyes the promise of revolution, a land licked
clean, and a vision reborn, and I saw the primordial expanse of the void inside
the glassed-over red and black mirrors to her aged, holy soul. I saw the severed
mother-lines of our magick fused together by sheer will and collective rage,
and I saw the wisest ones shrugging and showing their innocence, sighing and
conceding they know nothing at all during these harrowing, hallowed times. I
saw it all, the swelling and the thinning, and she sucked away my most crushing
fears by showing me my own fragile, feeble reflection within the great,
intergalactic swirl of dancing alien worlds.

One hundred black-winged birds landed then, encircling us
and cawing unmelodious hymns to the Morrigan, and, I swear, that Blood Moon
dawned just when it was meant to. Just when I was sure this wicked hag was
going to swallow me whole, just when all my warmth had gone and my own flesh
began to frost over in white-blue spiderwebs, that thin-sliver of a lunar
mother woke and whispered that all would be well.

That wild-eyed crone kissed my forehead like a soon-to-die
grandmother, and I thanked her for her fiercer medicine. She pointed me home,
bid me get back to bed with a sharp click of her tongue, and her small, stiff body
was carried away by those silk-feathered ravens and knowing crows. I spit on a
red leaf and left it right there as an offering to whatever land-elemental lives
and rules these wilds, and I looked to the new moon to light my way home.

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I don’t remember the journey back, if I’m being honest, but
here I am. I woke late with a reborn sense of solace welling beneath my ribs,
and there is a potency to that hag magick I was gifted. I’m spilling milk on
the ground for the Fae tonight, and I’m carving secret sigils into squash in
the name of my dead. I’m carrying on, is what I’m saying, and I’m writing Blood
Moon prayers of infinite hope and undying faith that the oldest gods still walk
among us even now, even at this time of rising and turning tides when our
prophets are few and our fears are many.

Moon of blood, moon of
crone

Strip our flesh down
to bone

Take our ire, send it
deep

As we’ve sown, shall
we reap.

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Danielle believes in the power of the wild feminine and human-to-nature intimacy. She is the author of The Holy Wild: A Heathen Bible for the Untamed Woman (Coming September 2018, New World Library) and Woman Most Wild: Three Keys to Liberating the Witch Within. She translates the wild feminine into motherhood, magick, multimedia art, and teachings of embodied spirituality, writing, and movement alchemy. Danielle is a Celtic free-style Witch, a lover of Irish Paganism, an E-RYT500 and YACEP through Yoga Alliance, a mist-dweller, and a shadow-walker. May all beings come home to the wilds.
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Danielle believes in the power of the wild feminine and human-to-nature intimacy. She is the author of The Holy Wild: A Heathen Bible for the Untamed Woman (Coming September 2018, New World Library) and Woman Most Wild: Three Keys to Liberating the Witch Within. She translates the wild feminine into motherhood, magick, multimedia art, and teachings of embodied spirituality, writing, and movement alchemy. Danielle is a Celtic free-style Witch, a lover of Irish Paganism, an E-RYT500 and YACEP through Yoga Alliance, a mist-dweller, and a shadow-walker. May all beings come home to the wilds.

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