Full Moon Magic

Suzi's Secrets #3:

This week, October 17th to be precise, is the Hunters Moon. This year it marks, not only a supermoon, but the end of the eclipse season. It’s an excellent time to refocus on your manifestations and release what doesn’t serve you and your desires.

The first spell I ever cast (well intentionally) was on a Hunter’s Moon. You say, intentionally? Well yes. Magic is intention and hope and belief. Which means prayers are spells. When you refocus your intentions, you are creating spells. You don’t necessarily need to say any words to create a spell, though that is the most common. Being raised with a strict Christian background, I prayed ALL THE TIME! Literally. When I got up in the morning, before breakfast, before school, before a test, before a solo or audition for a solo, before supper, before bed, and anytime I felt unsure, insecure or wanted something to go my way. I also had prayers of gratitude, in between those, anytime I was feeling thankful, or something had gone a particular way. (No wonder I was so powerful!! I was feeling gratitude EVERY minute of EVERY day!) 

I’ve always been intrigued by the concept of magic. But, with my background I couldn’t even talk about my interest in it. The one time I made the mistake of mentioning it in front of my grandfather (the only male I considered a “safe” place until that day), he made it very clear that anything not in OUR religion was sinful and I was a naughty girl for even thinking about such pagan things. Even so, in my private imaginative play I was always a magical princess (or unicorn, or pegasus, or…). And you know what? I never felt naughty. It felt blessed. It felt right. It felt like I was playing out some of my past lives.

There was about 5 years between my changing of what being a Christian meant and the spellwork. During which anytime I’d mentioned “magic” to those folks I considered the most cosmic in my world likened it to “black magic.” Which is also not the case. Sure there’s “bad”practitioners, but that’s not all magic. Or even most of it.

I was 33 years old before I worked up the courage to work magic, intentionally. I told no one. It was the Hunter’s Moon and I went down to a sandbar in the river. I brought brown and white candles, my rose quartz, amethyst and an obsidian, paper, and my fountain pen. I had written a spell prior to going, but I wanted to write it during the ritual for added oomph. This was a ritual of releasing. And I had A LOT needing release. I wrote the spell. Read it. Burned it and then washed the ashes down the river.  

This is a powerful way to release shit that’s holding you back.

Write it down.

Burn it.