Twisted Magic

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

Blood moon beckons and the skies bear testament to her nearness now. This mad season feels less like a waxing peak, more akin to the dredging reserved for the deep dark of the moon.

And so it is that as the energies relentlessly increase you are being asked to delve deeper, pulling thorns from the very marrow in your bones and tossing toxins - whatever shape he / she / they shift into - beyond the perimeter of your good self.

Make no mistake Bohemians, this is the point of absolute surrender. Resistance is not simply futile, it can cause significant damage as what you fight in yourself rears over your head to devour you. When you do finally throw your hands in the air, petitioning the bright sky as you fall to your knees, you are yielding to the forces of the multiverse. Then and only then, once all the fight has left us, does transformation happen.

This is the twisted magic held between eclipses, only accessible to those willing to completely crack open.


Words c. Kerrie Basha 2015