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.

Blue tongue catching dappled rays by my breakfast table staring into me with his orange eyes. Strong medicine is this.

As we churn through eclipse season how best to keep our heads above the whirling water? By turning down the white noise of an all too frantic world around us. Our inner library, where all the answers are written in books scribed throughout eons and dimensions beyond our mortal range, whispers to us the secrets of our universe.

Tipping points like this are ripe for transformation and solid change that sticks. As the equinox approaches, so too a rare moment of balance and equality in a see-sawing world.

We make our way through the far end of the zodiac as if underwater. The afterglow of eclipse and the undertow of retrograde combine as an odd surrealism permeates the landscape.

Dark mooning, the way nature does it.

Universal fuck you can be how change arrives, glittered up or not.

The next day or so represents the final slam of a series of direct astrological hits between Pluto (why hello chaos and destruction) and Uranus (agent of lightning change) whose sole purpose has been a tilt shift of epic proportions. Since the middle of 2012 we have been running at speed at this wall (or hurled by the hand of our own personal Jesus).

Last night's altar created to honour and harness the energies of the full moon this morning in Virgo.

From The Wisdom Series by Bohomofo, this is the wisdom of Crickets

Lady Luna strutted into Leo yesterday and remains here, hand on hip and fabulous hair blowing in the breeze of her own wind machine until the moon full in Virgo beckons late tomorrow eve.

This corner of the world she smiles at me, he sang and I finally get what it means.

From The Wisdom Series by Bohomofo, this is the wisdom of Dog

If your get up and go feels like it got up and went, you have the deliciously sensual Taurus moon to thank.

We are in the final throws of Mercury retrograde, with the messenger planet just about to station before he shunts forwards again at the end of this week. This is the period where everyone breathes a sigh of relief with the end in plain-ish sight but do not be fooled just yet, Bohemians. The stationing point of the retrograde is where the greatest snafus are possible, probable even.

On mulberries, Milton and the very best Aquarian spell that ever I weaved for my writing. She’s growing beautifully, darklings.

Pagan tradition tends to pull from the Northern hemisphere but for us based on the other side of the globe, we follow the movement of the seasons and the wheel of the year as it applies to us. Samhain falls after the Autumn Equinox and before the Winter Solstice, traditionally marking the end of harvest and the descent into deep, dark Winter.