Yesterday at midnight, I held my usual ritual for the Full Moon. Once again I held it indoors at my altar, which I’ve come to realise is far more practical when it’s so cold inside (although I do miss being out in nature and under the light of the moon). However, I was able to create a suitable atmosphere and raise energy by burning candles, using Stamford’s Frankincense & Myrrh incense (really nice) and playing this brilliant collection of witch chants bought from the Museum of Witchcraft in Boscastle many years ago.
I started with honouring the deities associated with Yule and winter – Saturn, Odin and the Holly King – and welcomed them with an offering of sherry. As my youngest nephew has now been born and both he and his mother are doing well, I also thanked Diana for blessing them during the pregnancy and childbirth, and placed an offering of milk for her.
I then invoked several deities of healing – Apollo, Mercury, Achelois, Khonsu and Brigid – and asked them to help my father (who has a long-term kidney problem which causes a lot of pain) and a friend’s sister with cancer. I accompanied these prayers with a healing spell, based partly on this one and partly on the ancient traditions of sympathetic magic as used in Japan. I used my tiny God and Goddess figurines to represent the two people I wished to heal (fortunately one’s male, one’s female). Both of these figurines have little openings at the bottom into which I placed a piece of paper with my father’s and friend’s name written on them. I surrounded the figures with candles, placed an amethyst and clear quartz in front of them, and imagined healing light pouring from both the candles and the moon into them, protecting them from pain and healing them.
It may seem strange to use figures representing the God and the Goddess as a kind of poppet doll for healing, but this is not so unusual in Japan, where people often try to heal themselves by rubbing the equivalent afflicted area on a statue of a deity. I did the same thing with the figurines, rubbing them where my father and friend would be hurting, and also embracing them to give them comfort.
After the healing spell, I partook in the simple feast (a roast chestnut I’d bought at the winter Dicken’s festival in Rochester that day) and finally prayed to Inari. I asked him to help my friend whose sister has cancer (she’s also having lots of other difficulties with her own health and her house) and to watch over our local foxes, who I haven’t seen for a long time now – probably due to the coming of winter.
It was a successful ritual and being indoors allowed me to relax a little more than I would’ve done outside, which was cold, wet and always has members of the public walking close by to and from the nearby pub. But I still look forward to when the warm weather comes so I can hold rituals outdoors again – I still maintain that this is the best place to honour the spirits of nature.