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August 19th (midnight)
When I got to the woods, the darkness was near-complete. Where was the Full Moon? Still behind the trees. Moonrise was at 8.40pm, I was early. I had hurried. What for? (This would soon be revealed.) My eyes adjusted quickly and the dark/grey turned blue/silver. I decided to sit down in the grass, and keep my magical artifacts in my bag. Earlier today I had found two lip-formed leaves by picking in a stagnant pond with a long, dead branch of a weeping willow. They had great oracle potential. I sat down in the dark grass on a small hill (ten steps and I was at the top) with the edge of the woods behind me. I waited, but no lighter shade of grey appeared above the trees in the East. I got up, poured out some water on the grass that had carried me, and moved on. I knew this grove well. I walked silently and swiftly. There was a bench where I had been on another nightly occasion. I closed my eyes, and heard an insane wail. From the tone, I could tell it was a small mammal in the act of dying. Or maybe it was being sacrified. I know other witches are active here: one day I found the front leg of a roe tied to a tree (see March 2nd). I took the heart-breaking sound as an omen to leave the dark woods and go home. Just before I left, in the last staight line (I could already see the orange light of the street lamp), I tripped over a stone the size of a plum. I managed not to fall, picked up the stone, and walked on. Now the moon was out in full glory, with the fiery gold of a Supermoon above the horizon. The moon pointed at me, like a finger. I appear for everyone, I am given, I cannot be claimed. In my dark hand, I held a grey piece of terran rock, and the lunar rock behind me was golden. Later, in front of my altar, the moon appeared in the south, this time in her recognizable silvery white aspect. I had tied a cup-shaped piece of white clay against the rock, and the clay reflected the moonlight. And lessons washed over me, insights, healing.
When I got to the woods, the darkness was near-complete. Where was the Full Moon? Still behind the trees. Moonrise was at 8.40pm, I was early. I had hurried. What for? (This would soon be revealed.) My eyes adjusted quickly and the dark/grey turned blue/silver. I decided to sit down in the grass, and keep my magical artifacts in my bag. Earlier today I had found two lip-formed leaves by picking in a stagnant pond with a long, dead branch of a weeping willow. They had great oracle potential. I sat down in the dark grass on a small hill (ten steps and I was at the top) with the edge of the woods behind me. I waited, but no lighter shade of grey appeared above the trees in the East. I got up, poured out some water on the grass that had carried me, and moved on. I knew this grove well. I walked silently and swiftly. There was a bench where I had been on another nightly occasion. I closed my eyes, and heard an insane wail. From the tone, I could tell it was a small mammal in the act of dying. Or maybe it was being sacrified. I know other witches are active here: one day I found the front leg of a roe tied to a tree (see March 2nd). I took the heart-breaking sound as an omen to leave the dark woods and go home. Just before I left, in the last staight line (I could already see the orange light of the street lamp), I tripped over a stone the size of a plum. I managed not to fall, picked up the stone, and walked on. Now the moon was out in full glory, with the fiery gold of a Supermoon above the horizon. The moon pointed at me, like a finger. I appear for everyone, I am given, I cannot be claimed. In my dark hand, I held a grey piece of terran rock, and the lunar rock behind me was golden. Later, in front of my altar, the moon appeared in the south, this time in her recognizable silvery white aspect. I had tied a cup-shaped piece of white clay against the rock, and the clay reflected the moonlight. And lessons washed over me, insights, healing.