Matt’s follow up of The Small Hours is now available. Although it is sold out at Acid Jazz Records, you can still get it fromAmazon. NIght Terrors features remixes from Clark and Saint Etienne Plus a new version of Lord Above featuring Thomas Walsh of Pugwash.
Every dark moon, I clean my home and altar. First I remove everything from the surface of my altar and wipe it down with white vinegar, scrubbing away the physical grime as well as any accumulated spiritual debris. I like vinegar for its gentle but firm banishing properties as I intend to keep my altar a place only for friendly and invited spirits.
Afterwards I wash my altar with rosewater to make it a blessed and hospitable place for the spirits again before placing everything back on the altar.
With everything cleaned and ready, I begin my ritual.
Dark moons are a time for working with the Mighty Dead and chthonic spirits. I bring out my bones and locks of fur to feed and reconsecrate them. Dark moons are also a time when we are vulnerable to malevolent forces, so warding and protection is paramount. I cleanse myself with a warding water made from holly leaves. I cast a circle and asperge it with the same water and hang a rowan cross to sain my ritual space. I also wear a silver ring that belonged to my grandmother as a charm for my personal ancestors. I light the candles and burn a homemade incense to call the spirits. The complete recipe for this incense is a secret, but it contains a lot of cedar tips and fir resin.
I watch the candle flame for indications that the spirits have arrived.
I bring my coyote skull to the altar and consecrate it with blessed water and Saint John’s Wort oil. I lay an iron key and dried bittersweet berries on it’s brow, both symbols of the underworld. I thank the ancestors for visiting me, for their continued blessings.
I feed the visiting spirits with offerings of incense, holy water, honey, cream, and cornmeal. Having fasted all day, I share a small loaf of bread that I baked that morning. Much of my practice takes place in the kitchen and involves food, and sharing a meal with the spirits is always a profound and humbling ritual for me.
I have left a tarot card on my altar since the last full moon. The Four of Swords, a card that I drew in my previous reading. Winter months are difficult for me, and the Four of Swords encourages me to rest, conserve strength, and reflect. With this night being the dark moon of the darkest month, I turn even more to the ancestors for power and support. Now I return the card to my deck and preform a new divination to see what advice or messages the Mighty Dead are willing to share for the darkest day and new year.
At the close of my ritual, I leave my offerings on the altar for the Might Dead. I thank the visiting spirits for their guidance and say goodbye, burning yarrow flowers as they go. I release my circle, wash my hands and face with rosewater, then get up, shake out my limbs, and stretch.
Afterwards, I brew myself mullein and mugwort tea and add a few drops of bleeding heart tincture that sends me right to sleep and gives me vivid dreams.
Inside original sin I found the love of a mother/suckling wind grass/pulling life straight from the breast/“you have teeth now” she said/ “you have a tongue now "she hissed/ cover your wailing ears/ pour into the ground /lukewarm earth/ remnants of venus/ sun that whispers straight into my ear "you have a calling now” /she grappled down the streets/cloven hooves/ antlers dangled from her mouth/ there is flesh to sell & flesh to hold
Inside the circle of rotten apples I sliced open my stomach/ held my womb high/ sang tragedies/ revolutions/ libations spilling/ from tips of fingers used to pull the stitches/pull the roots up/ hammer down planks/ wood to carry termites/ wood to box up freedom/ silhouettes of a distant moon/ “we don’t believe in that” the voices said /I spray my blood into the audience/ become guttural / arterial/ house beings with
speak of .
What of this vomit?/ What of this filth /that crushes villages/ I’ve left my door off, hinged my head instead/ feasted on dirt from the garden/ shed myself/ lost my legs/ waded belly deep/ this ruin/these warnings / chewed
Mother said “if they say you are poison use it to your advantage ” /mother said “if they brand you a villian, live as villains must suck/ down the traitors/ cage the captors"/ mother said “you are not the victim ”/ mother said “do not be a victim ”/ mother crashed down forests/ writhed underground/ where the angels caught against themselves/mother banged/ broke/ screamed out/ ripped out her wings/ pulled teeth/crushed light to powder/ took it down in shots/ said “being a curse to this world doesn’t have to be bad”/ draped me in vines and/ the wares of scavengers/ pushed her fingers through my flesh and/ sent
Here I bask in glory/ here I catch the sun on my cheek/ rub mud against my gums/ sprawl into landscapes/ catch flies covered in vinegar/ spin around in webs/ cocoon inside branches/ come out wrapped in askew bandages/ come out smeared in berry juice/ talking about saints while/ the teacups spin./ Here I am covered in veils/ here I marry scorpions/ they kiss my neck/ I run through the streets at night/screaming warnings/ tug off my blouse/ lay in the cracks of the foundation/ here I become milk/condense against glasses survive/ against the odds/ stay up for centuries picking scabs/ here I have nothing/ to do with original sin/ here I foam in the bathtub/ electrocute in the cellar/ hold my hands above my head/
Here I keep the heart she gave me safe/ haunt shipwrecks/ return/ in tides/ dirty and holding the secrets/ of worlds I am a fugitive from/ shining gold/ not raising my head up/ saying:/ “god help me” but sitting/ neck deep in the sand/ with my mouth full/ treading land/choking on air/ not knowing what to do with my hands
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This picture shows God sitting on his throne surrounded by Seraphs and all of the disrespectful Angels out of thier regular order of ranks out of Heaven and into the firery chaos of Hell. Michael and his angels (depicted as kinghts) fight off the fallen Angels. Satan is shown as the first to fall in.
Very early wake up call today, but I managed to find some coffee before 5am. Now I’m in the City of Sin on my way back to the City of Saints, and I’ve got a “berry upbeet” smoothie in hand. Things are going better than expected.
Here’s a photo of San Diego waking up this morning. She did it way more gracefully than I did.
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