Full Wolf Moon. Full Quiet Moon. Full Bear Hunting Moon. Full Winter Moon. Full Cold Moon. Full Ice Moon. Full Old Moon. Full Great Spirit Moon. Moon Of The Strong Cold. Moon After Yule. Moon Of The Terrible. Moon Of Frost On The Tipi. Moon When The Sun Is Scarce. Moon When The Snow Blows Like The Spirit Of The Wind.
The Moon was full last night, her belly round and resplendent in an ice blue gown. The sky, here, was veiled in cloud, but she shimmered and glowed beyond the layers. She, of the quiet winter cold. The stones were set out under her gaze, where, in the silence of the night, they consumed her essence, adding it to their own, absorbing Moon spirit flesh into their mineral beings. The Great Horned Owl sang to them from the woods, and they hummed back their power. They are ready, again, to do the good work.
For two days I consumed the essence of Scorpion, absorbing her calcined spirit flesh into my own animal being. I explored the dark and fire of this arachnid as its consciousness dissolved into my own. I began by meditating to free my mind; ingested a Sage (Salvia officinalis) flower essence to clear my spirit; and took a ritual bath with herbs to cleanse my body. When Scorpion told me she was ready to connect, I dropped her spagyric under my tongue, and let her scurry into the nooks and crannies of my physical body and consciousness. Consulting my Stone Council, Red Aragonite volunteered herself to me. She believed she could assist me in becoming a more attuned receiver to the spirit of the Scorpion, and she was right. She sat against my third eye and I felt a triangle form between her and my temples. A warm light seemed to fill this space, and was like the soft glow of a small fire in the dark of night, all else lost in pitch. I felt Scorpion coil in the hot ancient sands of my own inner Selket, the Egyptian Scorpion-goddess of magic, among other things, the Scorpio that is me. Dirt, dry bone, sand and stone. The power to create or eliminate. I lay with eyes closed, balanced between the comfort of shade, and the confronting truths of darkness. Soon, Panther Jasper asked to join, stone of shadow navigation and future sight; as did mysterious Astrophylite, which takes your hand into the heart of darkness and allows you to explore your cavernous places. And we went there, Stones, Scorpion, and I. Even in my night dreams, which were crystalline, there were vivid directives for creation, and absolute signs of what must be released, eliminated, from me. Clarity, discernment, and mindfulness of my own truths. The real magic.
When I awoke it was as if after the deepest, longest sleep, but I was able to recall every thought I had had. I read the signs and the meanings in all of the imagery and symbols. What was most clear was that Scorpion had not yet left, and was hiding under the rock ledges of my rib cage, still poised to provide insight and guidance. She told me to build a fire in the snow. And that is what I did.
** Scorpion Spagyric by Kymia Arts