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A perfect evening for me is on the night of the New Moon. This is the time to set about increase, to bring about the beginnings of Power, to set into motion the spark of life, seed to soil, sword to grail, flesh to flesh, flesh to bone. The dim light of the candles in the Circle are all that are between myself and the darkness that surrounds me. I am not impeded by clothing nor cloak. I remember this clearing in the woods, and difficult it is to negotiate the path at night when there is no moon and the light of the lantern is only to reflect back into your own face – and that of Sister Owl, Brother Coyote and the strong watchful presence of the trees that surround. Aye, the perfect night for me is New Moon, and there will be nothing to stop me from going to the stone Circle, working the spell and giving praise to the Dark Mother.
Muse: Fanny Fae
Fandom: Original Fiction
Word count:165
Life Belongs to Sekhmet 
Beautiful imagery, Fanny!
May I ask what you mean exactly by ‘Dark Mother’? 🙂
Only Dark Mother Night. Some say Hecate, some Say, Baphomet, some say Nuit or Sopdet. What’er Name that ye use, it’s my personal belief that you are heard.
I see. Lovely. 🙂