Dark Moon Cauldron

Picture snapped this morning with Her, ritual of fire and rain

The dark moon shroud has settlled deeply upon us. Even as we feel the weight of the rampaging Aries eclipse taking shape, we still have blessed hours left in the balsam of the dark.

Here may we tie a final bow on much of the unholy madness and mayhem ready to be left behind. The battleground will yet yield flowers, in a new season of your life. Lessons learned well pay handsome dividends in time. You will get better, stronger, smarter and have this year - even so far - to thank for it. There is plenty of time yet for the fever pitch to settle, skins to shed and hard won wisdom to trickle down into your everyday.

But first, a big breath out. This day and march to the eclipse is built on relinquishing. Surrender your notions of control, your hankering for shiny new distractions or endless manifesting. Remove anything that has been shading your flickering light. Bury your dead and the remnants of battle and woe. Solemnly observe the cosmic imperative to understand and accept the tides and currents of your life.

Dark moon ritual is a wonderful way to frame and work with this potent energy, which holds the kernels of what comes next in its inky grip. In the Coven Electric our monthly balsamic ritual practices include what has fondly become known as a Fuck Off Fire. This kind of ritual is truly the very best version of Toss or Take there is when enacted mindfully, carefully and honestly.

Here, darkling, come sit by my cauldron.

Stare deeply into flame and future and scry its dancing promise.

Let the shadows jump. Let the fire burn. Let this eclipse sequence have its way with you.

And then, sweet witch, riddle me this as the dark sky arcs your way.

Before you arrive to the threshold of before and after, what will you consign to its fire?


Words c. Kerrie Basha 2025