Harnessing the Power of Dark Moon Water

Making Moon water is one of the simplest and yet most profound way one can do to honour the phases of the moon and celebrate its energies with each changing phase. The dark moon allows the stars to shine brighter, even the smallest glow is given the chance to bring its light to make even the blackest night an enchanting experience.

Though full moons have commonly – and most popularly – been the focus for this magickal water, every phase is powerful with a unique energy all its own.

The Dark Moon, the period in which the moon is not visible to the naked eye (0% illumination, astronomically speaking), is interchangeably referred to as the New Moon. But for the purpose of this post as well as my own personal belief and practice, the Dark Moon is unique; it is that moment before any sliver of light appears… and this beautiful, complete darkness is home to the wonders of dark magick.

Dark magick? But isn’t that evil? One might ask. This legitimate question comes from the ubiquitous idea that magick is classified into “black” or “white”. Contrary to popular belief, magick has no color. It is neither good nor evil. It is neutral. But how about hexes and curses and jinxes? One might wonder. There is no unsavory magick, just unsavory purposes. But that, is for another post.

When I say dark magick, it has nothing to do with evil. It is the dark we all have within us. If we have the courage to look inside and inward, exploring the parts of us we hide from, there is so much to discover and embrace. It is also the darkness of the in- between moments, the liminal spaces, when the energies of the Otherworld become accessible. It is a time for the unseen, the unconscious.

Why Make Dark Moon Water?

Dark Moon water has a trifecta of divine meaning. The moon is a symbol of divine feminine energy, powerful in and of itself. The water element rules over feelings, emotion, intuition, healing, intention, devotion, fluidity, strength, and psychic powers. The dark phase represents the subconscious, the hidden realms, introspection, acceptance, resting and digesting everything that took place since the birth of the previous new moon.

This is why dark moons are dedicated to shadow work, contacting spirits and the fair folk, banishing, and journeys into the abyss where we are challenged to face our monsters, real and perceived, so we can integrate it into ourselves and thus become whole: in the light, in the shadows, and in the dark.

7 Uses for Dark Moon Water

• Pour some into bath water during cleansing before doing rituals working with dark energy.

• Anoint oneself before rituals involving spirit work. Drink some before visualization and meditation journeys into the spirit world, dream work, and astral travel.

• Use instead of oil to consecrate tools and candles being dedicated to dark energy magick. Pour into a scrying bowl for divination, or anoint your scrying mirror

• Drinking some before shadow work to encourage opening your heart to the journey. It is a time of deep reflection, acceptance of things that we cannot change and delving deep within ourselves for the inspiration and strength to carry on and push through toward the burgeoning light. Planning, contemplation, expectation, and gathering energy as the new lunar cycle arrives.

• Use as libations during ancestral work, contacting spirit guides and deities

• Libations for dark goddesses such as Aradia, Ceridwen, Hekate, Inanna, Isis, Lilith, Morrigan, and Persephone. You may place it in your altar or pour it outdoors. Read more about them here.

• Honouring and offering for The Fair Folk (Fae). The dark moon in our realm, mirrors the full moon in the Otherworld. Water is believed to be a portal to other dimensions, its mirror-like and fluid quality “sees” into planes of existence.

A Spell to Use with Dark Moon Water

Dark moon show your hidden face

Grant me vision, grant me grace

Mysteries I shall embrace

Ancient wisdom I retrace.

Mirror of night and shadow

Clear sight upon me bestow

Safe passage to worlds unknown

May your dark light guide me home.

© Copyright 2020 The Hidden Hedge Witch

Honoring Ancestors On Remembrance Day

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The first week of November barely passed us by, and already the hustle of the Christmas holidays in the Northern Hemisphere is creeping in slowly but surely as society rushes into another festive frenzy. I just wanted to take a moment to pause right here, lest we forget. Didn’t we just celebrate ancestors last Samhain? You might be wondering. That’s true, but how often do we truly take the time to remember and appreciate the sacrifices of those who have come before us?

November 11 is Remembrance Day in Canada, also known as Poppy Day or Veterans Day. It is a celebration that honors soldiers who fought for their countries not only in World War I — but in all conflicts and warfare.

In the midst of current events and the whirlwind that is 2020, I want to put a pause on the constant rush of always pushing forward to the “next thing.” There is much to be said about honoring tradition and keeping it alive in our lives no matter how life’s circumstances changes us. The past and those who have come before us, are inextricably tied to the persons we are today, regardless of our conscious recognition of it.

Remembrance Day honors the veterans who have laid down their lives so that future generations can thrive in a society with freedom and liberty. Their sacrifice must never be forgotten, for in their graves lay the the foundations that shaped the land we walk on.

To me, this day is not only about the dearly departed who fought in the wars, but each and every man, woman, and child whose lives were lost in the midst of a world in turmoil. Though we may not be related by blood, history has woven the common threads to a tapestry that makes up all our lives.

Each and every one of us are made up of the same fabric as the Universe. No matter what differences and divisions the human condition perceives exists among us, the gap is never that big. We are One Family. With that sentiment I celebrate Remembrance Day by honoring our ancestors, both familial and historical.

I honour the sacrifice of every soldier, law enforcement officer, and citizen, who have fought for peace, equality, and justice. I honour the sacrifice of the fathers, mothers, grandfathers, grandmothers, brothers, and sisters who have died protecting their families. I honour the lives of the unsung heroes with unmarked graves and forgotten names. I honour those who have come before us, who lived and died with integrity: every race, colour, gender, religion, and tradition. I honour the witches who have come before me and paved the way for the rest of us to be able to express our spirituality with freedom and dignity. I honour my bloodline and ancient ancestors who shall always be a living part of me.

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A Spell for Honoring Ancestors On Remembrance Day

I light these candles, my heart is bright.

For heroes and heroines who braved the fight.

I honour their sacrifice of blood and bone,

to bring peace and freedom to our homes.

May their hard won victory be remembered,

with gratitude burning in fervent embers.

Each soul lighting our path to the future,

may their lives and memory forever endure.

© Copyright 2020 The Hidden Hedge Witch

New Year, New Witch: Coming Out of the Broom Closet and Other Resolutions

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A Time of Reflection

With Samhain falling behind us and the Wheel of the Year taking its turn into its darker half, I now have time to reflect on what has taken place for me this Witches’ New Year. Looking back, I began with a resolution: to step out of the broom closet and follow the path laid out before me with strength, courage, and persistence. 

And so I did. At least, with one foot forward.

Witches and witchcraft are on the rise. And I took this as a fail-safe, sure-fire encouragement from the Universe to be inspired and follow suit. All my life I have lived in a protective bubble, by birth, by choice, and by circumstance. Witchcraft was a faint shadow that followed me around, but it never took the forefront. My Christian upbringing and the age-old stigma surrounding the history of witches and witchcraft around the world, across many cultures, was enough to instill fear and shame in my heart. 

My journey toward this nature-based belief system began 15 years ago. It was a combination of reading, study, research, experimentation, ever-shifting paradigms, moments of aha’s and oh-no’s, trial and (mostly) error, and finally finding space for the wonder and magick that I left behind. There is a reason I am still here. I believe that even during times when I have forgotten my magick, my magick always remembered me. Like the tides of the ocean drawn back and forth by the gravity of the moon, so too have I followed the ebb and flow of witchcraft in my life; no matter how far away I go, it always draws me back.

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The Year of the Witch: Questioning and Reckoning

For a long time, I felt comfortable in the safety of my broom closet. No eyes to pry nor judge. I can do as I wish. I can make my own rules (even break them). Books were my teachers. I was a solitary witch and I was content. But only for so long.

What is knowledge when there is no one to share it with? What is wisdom when there is no one to impart it to? What do I have to lose if I choose to come out of the broom closet? Soon I started reaching out to other witches online on various social media platforms. It became apparent quickly that most of the witches I met were in the closet too. Each one of us has a similar story – with unique nuances, of course – but the common thread was fear and shame.

With everything else going on in the world, I began to feel that there is no sense of control when I look at external issues. The questions that plagued me on the inside, were reflections of what I thought mattered from the outside. What would people think of me? Would they care? Would they hate? Would they be indifferent? Where do fear and shame come from? Are they real or perceived? How will I tell the difference? What do I have to lose? But most importantly, what do I dare to gain?

Gradually, I began sharing my views in a community blog called the Witches’ Circle via the Amino App. It was a “coven” of witches and like-minded spiritual people who have been in hiding just like me. Most of them are new to the path. Novice witches searching for meaning and a place to safely explore their burgeoning spiritual truths that have called to them despite various religious upbringing and social constraints. I discovered I had a voice among them. I was no longer alone.

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Stepping Up and Coming Out

Coming out of the broom closet online was a start. My witch persona gave me a sense of courage; knowing that others share similar experiences. I discovered that many have even been brave enough to live their inner truths in their day to day lives. This inspired me to attempt the same. I slowly dropped hints to my closest loved ones to measure their reaction. I would casually mention something about a full moon ritual I was doing. I began celebrating the holidays “differently” sharing tidbits of pagan beliefs with my family. 

The fear was still there. The process was slow. In the midst of it all, I started to doubt if I would ever have the nerve to share this other side of me. My secret life as a witch was deeply important and I felt incomplete knowing that there might never be a time when I can share myself fully with the people I loved the most. 

But as magick would have it, the revelation burst in before I had the chance to react. I didn’t plan for it. It happened unexpectedly by accidental discovery to the one person I was most afraid to reveal myself to. The one whose approval and validation I needed most: my mom. She saw a post I made on Instagram about the latest books I was reading (I completely forgot she was following me!). 

At first, I was excited when I saw that little heart pop up. Then I was aghast because suddenly I realized I had to justify it somehow. I outed myself! There was no way out of it except to step up and own it.

And so I did.

I was surprised when my mom responded with nothing but love and acceptance. It was more than I could ever hope for and my heart smiles because now my closest family is part of my magickal world, too. My path has opened up another door, and now with my mother’s blessing, I can walk through it with renewed courage and bravery knowing that I can finally be my whole true self (at least to the ones who truly matter).

Mat Auryn’s Psychic Witch & Lisa Marie Basile’s Light Magic for Dark Times

Resolutely Witchy

I write as a way to express gratitude to my ancestors, spirit guides, the benevolent energies, and higher beings that continually encourage me along the path of the Witch. I write to record and share my journey with my loved ones. Most importantly, I write to hold space for the creativity I’ve been blessed with so I can reach out to kindred spirits who may be traveling a similar road. 

It feels as though the stars have aligned and the magickal promises at the beginning of 2020 have manifested in multiple ways, against all odds. I honor this blessing with this resolution. Words hold power, a spell in itself. 

Fear and shame I cast away

Self-doubt no longer holds sway.

In the dark of night or light of day

Uphold my truth with dignity and grace.

With my words, I hold this space

Deep in my Soul, a sacred place.

On the tips of my fingers, magick awaits

Witch I am. Come what may.

© Copyright 2020 The Hidden Hedge Witch