Monday morning was magical. The newly waning Harvest moon was setting just as the sun was rising on the first day of October. To be able to live in a place where I can witness the Wheel of Heaven turn is truly a gift.
In the Witching Hour you come to your power
You feel it deep inside you, it’s rising, rising
And you think it’s a dream until you hear yourself scream
Power to the witch and to the woman in me. ~Willie Tyson
Although I can’t find any recorded rendition of this song, the lyrics have been with me for years. A wise woman, a midwfe or healer, was called a witch. The Witching Hour is midnight.
Just before midnight on Saturday, I got in bed but I couldn’t sleep. My room was incandescent. The energy of the full Aries Harvest moon was pulling me, beckoning me, filling me with light. I could hear my breath. My inner power started to grow and expand. Then the Goddesses started to call to me.
- Artemis/Diana: Queen of Heaven, the Huntress
- Tara: whose face glows like an array of 100 full autumn moons
- Kali Ma: the destroyer aspect of the Hindu Triple Goddess
- Hecate: the eldest aspect of the female trinity who rules heaven, earth and the underworld
Oh! My burning heart! How can I contain you?
Earlier that day I lay on the earth in the sun and watched the sky. I felt grounded. The pull of the moon is different, more transformative. Saturday night as I felt the power rise, I knew deep within why people fear this kind of power.
Lunacy is derived from the word lunar. I expect the witch hunters to come after me. It’s a visceral fear. Perhaps it’s based on a past incarnation where I died in a dark, dank prison.
I feel fear in writing about it. It’s potent. It’s the power of blood, of life, the womb, healing and wisdom. It’s the power of death and rebirth. I wasn’t taught to celebrate or cultivate this kind of strength within me. Were you?
Women are invoking the power of the Divine Feminine. We need to muster up our courage, to dare to defy the norm and quit being the nice girl. I was taught not to rock the boat. But bravery is more important now.
I choose to step into my cone of power and rise in great strength and beauty. I, too, will continue to rise and allow the wildness to roar from my throat!
Power is in the ability to act.
Bravery is spirit and courage.
Will you join me in boldness and determination?
If not, what’s preventing you?
What kind of support do you need?