New Moon Magic
“Well, the night is still
And I have not yet lost my will
Oh and I will keep on moving ‘til
Until I find my way home”
There is a powerful new moon tonight, in the sign of Aries the warrior, the great initiator.
I used to pay no mind to these sorts of events, conflating them with witchy woo-woo. I’ve since learned that they are simply a part of the ‘how.’ I already know the ‘who.’ But I like understanding the way the universe is held together by the Logos, in orderly, rhythmic and liturgical grace, and so it has become part of my practice to notice and pay attention.
New moons are initiation points, and Aries is the initiator for the great zodiacal cosmic cycle. So tonight the energy is supportive for powerful new initiations, new beginnings, daring greatly and taking risks. Ancient Jewish wisdom literature, and specifically Ecclesiastes taught me that there is a time for everything under the sun. A time to sow, a time to reap. A time to laugh and a time to mourn. A time to keep silence and a time to speak. The author of this powerful and sacred text would have known exactly when these times came about, by studying the natural cycles of creation and mapping the stars’ movements across the vast night sky.
I wonder what it is that you are feeling compelled by this energy to enact?
There is a very good reason the ancients understood that the new moon, the darkest night of the month, is a time for sowing our seeds of intention deep into the ground. Because it’s not supposed to be seen. It’s supposed to be done in private, under cover of darkness, in the quiet sanctity beneath the night sky, away from the glare of observing others. This is a sacred time, not one to be spoken about or shared. These new intentions are best held very close to our hearts, lest they be interfered with by those who may misunderstand our trajectory, our life purpose, our deepest intuitive knowing. Lest the fragile seed be ripped out of the earth.
There is a time for everything under the moon. A time for disclosure, and a time for secrecy. A time for public revelation, a time for private revelation. A time for releasing, and a time for holding very close.
Let me tell you something dear one, when our intention and action and Divine will and the greater good for everyone involved and grand plans for the making of all things new align in symmetry and perfection the way they currently are, nothing can stand in the way of what is pre-ordained. It doesn’t matter what doubts, insecurities, fears, or sense of our own inadequacies have held us back in the past. This is a time of great reckoning.
The trumpets are ringing with the sound of a new era. And it is time to transmute our shared and individual pain and sorrow and disbelief and sow it deeply into the fertile ground tonight as hope and delight and mystery, and to know that all things are held together in ways we perhaps couldn’t possibly imagine.
I used to gaslight myself, second guess every instinct, every emotion, every intuitive stirring. I submitted myself for a very long time to external authority because I believed sincerely that was what Divine wanted me to do. I saw through a glass darkly, to quote the apostle Paul, and I now have great compassion for that former self who was reeling under the weight of a thousand unnamed traumas and social conditioning and the trappings of the Kingdom of Empire in which I was trying to survive.
I have since learned that Divine is deeply invested in giving us the desires of our hearts. Possibly more so than we ever could have imagined. But the catch is, before we can be given the things we long for the most, the things we know will heal and enliven our bodies, souls and minds, we must first undergo the death. That is the cruciform pattern.
The old self must die, with all of its attachments to the things we used to keep ourselves safe, all of the lines we felt we had to toe, all the pre-tense of being okay, all of the charade and the façade and the gritting our teeth and bearing it all to turn ourselves into martyrs.
When we allow our egos to die, we become like the bush in Exodus which Moses observes burning up, and not being consumed. We are lit on fire and anything that cannot travel forward with us into the Kingdom of Love burns away, refining and leaving us gasping for breath, raw, naked, vulnerable, exposed and finally ready for the new to arrive.
That is the bad news. The bad news is it’s supposed to hurt. It’s supposed to cost us. It’s supposed to feel unbearable.
The good news is that once we do this we step into our truest self, our truest life, with the people around us who are supposed to come with us on the next stage of the journey. We finally step into our own belonging to self, the earth, and Divine. And from there a whole new community emerges to hold and anchor and love us.
I have stepped through this mystery already, and so I bring you this double-sided sword message of sorrow and delight from the other side.
A new life is right here waiting for you to step into it.
The table is laid.
The beds are made.
The candles are lit.
There is new work, new opportunity, new horizons, new community just waiting to receive you.
The welcome fire burns brightly.
Your homecoming, the one you have always longed for, is now more possible than it ever has been before.
I dare you to step into it.
Love,
Cate