11.03.2021

This month's dark moon bolthole is welcome refuge and scrying pool. A place to lay our world weary head away from the cumulative horror of the world of men and conjure an equal music of our own.

Mother moon has too turned her face away. Sought shelter from a maddening reality and a quiet place in which to tend and howl, to weep and dream, to rest and stare and muse. She gives us all this too, tucks it into our blood flowing thicker and slower as the stars burn more brightly. Waits for the moonlight etched on our bones to glow faintly from within. Hopes we are stilled enough to read its codex and wrap ourselves in its comfort and quiet ambition.

The Pisces dark moon is a scrying pool that holds its secret magics in plain sight. But you must journey to reach them, tucked in amongst cliffs at the far end of the zodiac. A lighthouse stands sentinel so you don't dash your hopes on the jagged shores of the world. The trees dance with the howling gale as their dryads lead you unseen towards the pool.

The dark moon sings up rain and wilder wind still to stipple its surfaces and wrap your hair tightly over your eyes. All the better to look deep within. It calls you to rest and dream deeply, to escape far beyond this dimension of denial and into fantastical worlds of possibility without caution. It tucks you in and pulls you under, imploring your own enchantments to show themselves through you.

Just after the dark moon crack of noon today I tenderly climbed the spiral steps of the lighthouse. I fuelled the old girl with my second sight and cranked the shaft to turning. As she twirled and light beamed across oceans, I conjured our connection darklings. Our journey to explore her dreamy reaches began.

All are welcome to this sentient shore. This dark mooner we plunged all the way in to the scrying pool. DM to get your waterfingers on the recording of today's Dark Mooner to enjoy at your leisure.