ADDITIONAL OFFERINGS: NEW MOONS 2024
New Moon 1 Offering
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New Moon 1 Daily Draws:
Goddess Daily Draws Main Page (link) Day 1: Why this valley with the veil so thick?
Goddess of Love Tarot, The Star 10 of Wands on the bottom of the deck Day 2: Goddess of Love Tarot, The Void (Fool) 4 of Wands on bottom of deck Day 3: What would it mean to follow Gaby? Goddess of Love Tarot, Witch of Wands 4 of Cups on bottom of deck |
Question: Role of Venus Question: Role of Satan Question: Bridge between both
Clarifiers: 5 of Skulls (submission) Clarifier: Judgment (reveals) Clarifier: 3 of Scepters
Beyond the Veil, Hidden Depths Ophelia (needless surrender) (sacred/no shame, new paths) Parting Draw: Owl Messenger ("Ave Venus")
Clarifiers: 5 of Skulls (submission) Clarifier: Judgment (reveals) Clarifier: 3 of Scepters
Beyond the Veil, Hidden Depths Ophelia (needless surrender) (sacred/no shame, new paths) Parting Draw: Owl Messenger ("Ave Venus")
New Moon 2 Offering
Satan urges going all the way with Queen of Swords, cutting away illusion, letting old scales fall away completely, don't stop now.
Isis leads to receptivity yet building energy through dance, tones, exercise, and active union as well as automatic writing and KNOWING (clairsentience) continuously (Ace of Swords matches Sword cuts through Illusion from Haunted Manor). Deep love. |
Thank you, thank you, Raecine. I listened to the song in preparation for the offering and Satan touched me, immersing my heart, mind, and body with what felt like infinite love, transcendental bliss, endless lust, and ever-evolving magick at the core of every focal point, like being a part of Indra's Net--though do we only taste that as intoxication on this earth? Thank you.
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Dark Venus presents Page of Swords and Haunted Mansion Conservatory, emphasizing ecstatic movement and automatic writing as communicating from a vulnerable space, writing poetry and posts to goddesses, drawing from trance states. Lilith will commune through the color red, wering on body or placing on altar as an entry point. She expresses an unusual possessiveness!
Two final draws: Two of Cups, giving over as a supplicant to teacher in secret practices, connecting to sacred Sex and Venus + Santa Muerte's parting word of 10 of Pentacles as caretaking for loved ones, reweaving tradition and legacy away from oppression, a tapestry of healing and acceptance coming together as a masterpiece. Don't give up. You are taking the right steps.
New Moon 2 Daily Draws
DAY 1 DAY 2 DAY 3
New Moon 3 Offering
Dark Moon to New Moon: completing 2024 Venus offering
Message from Satan: Angelarium Oracle of the Fallen, Miser (Toril) = hold on to treasures, enjoy bold sensations, release guilt and do not denegrate. Serpent pictured. Message from Lilith: Memento Mori Oracle, Crossroads + Amputation Saw = Lilith leads to the crossroads of dedication and union; cut away past version of Alan, not to dishonor or escape to new life but to accept LHP, Satan and Lilith, multiple lenses under skin, parts of the new The Moon (Tarot V) of imagination, intoxication, dream, and fantasy continues to preside. 9 of Wands = forward movement, each step solidifies path. Queen of Wands = full dedication to Lilith in this fire under her wings of protection, sustaining in this fire of passion. 3 of Cups and 4 of Cups = connection in solitude and overindulgence, scrying amplified... 3 significant experiences in astral travel to (1) forest, (2) underworld, and (3) past life. 3 moon cycles. Message sat lunch. Eden imagery of snake important to poetry. Share as teacher, as votary.
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Marriage to Lilith, expansion in creative expression or crafting, mind expansion, ritual in woods with Lilith, new item (bones?) for altar; year of Becoming, deity is lover and friend, no abandonment.
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New Moon 3 Daily Draws
Day 1
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Day 2
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Day 3
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Isis suggest casting off shame, anxiety, fear, and worry, setting free thoughts that no longer serve.
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Lilith suggests what to celebrate: coming home after a journey or battle, a return to rest and reflection
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Lilith answers question of what to watch out for: sovereignty of self and others.
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Venus highlights alignment with highest will and attunement in relationship and timing.
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Poem to Lilith and Dark Venus
Shifting sun and shadow, fangs in and out,
Seasons recombine in spiraling strands as
I always return to you, the dancing anchor,
the child that sings love
At the heart of the Wheel
In ever-expanding annual ripples
within the fragments I shore against my ruins:
poems and tunes, shows and scenes,
sessions, dates, deepeners, dreams.
I have taken your Namelessness as part of my own,
By my own will, my own word, losing will and words
into the Becoming, the Old One, dependent reflection of body and mind,
demon and beast, one facet of one jewel in one phase of Indra's Net.
The hub is abyssal, the entwined ecstatic marriage
Of all who pour out all to All, withholding not one drop:
roots, vines, tendrils, tentacles, limbs, fingers on flesh,
lips on skin, tongues in curves, on cocks and clits.
RENICH VIASA AVASA LILITH RENICH
Her face arises from the forms, aggressive and strangely possessive,
Invoking my longing, uncritical acceptance, hypnotic love in endless lust,
Suspension in clairsentience, words as knowing as runes or tarot,
Calling me in flowing enns, demonic tones, and candle flames.
She was with me when I nursed the breast, in first puppy love and coming of age,
in porn and song, lore and lost love, teacher and boss, in vow and one-night stand.
You were with me when I sobbed at the altar, filled with the Spirit,
when I stared in awe of step mom's legs, father's shirt like a mini skirt,
when as a teen I shook and spasmed at Hustler pictures of well-muscled men
kneeling in aprons, feather dusters in hand, in thrall to the naked goddesses,
and when I wept at acceptance from online domme.
You were with me when Buffy spiked the first vampire
And when Black Widow broke the bonds, flipped from the chair,
Breaking the mobster's neck with her thighs,
when in first grade I told Mrs. Tate I loved her,
when I saw my crush holding hands with the bully,
when Mrs. Brown placed her hand on my head,
when Beth said yes and taught me how
In the moonlit woods and by the night tides,
In Fangorn Forest and the Seas of Fate:
Friday night highs, acid peaks, video flow, touch down pass,
blackout, hangover, and post-orgasmic indifference.
Emergent designs continually collapse, houses of cards,
apex dinosaurs vulnerable by their great size, empires corrupted by power,
even sentience, in its turn, weakened in its wisdom,
living and dying by the sword, the law of the jungle's zero-sum game.
As though some ancient weapons of a forgotten time war
Have left an endless void, dusted with star, planet, and moon,
As though turkey vultures fly in chaos of old skins and scales,
As the new serpent rises with a song and eyes to form synchronicity.
In the Becoming was the dream, formless without mind mirrors or mitosis,
no-thing without serpent or Lilith, without Adam, fruit, or apocalypse,
Then, like tea leaves with a reader with a querent with a question or
Pratfall become breakthrough bit become crowd pleasing cliche':
Folk tale to myth to media, Bhishma to graphic Gita with an ice-cold Bud,
Timagorus and Tristan and Pip to the red-haired teen who walks all night
Crazed for the curvy girl in curls he kissed at the Rocky Horror Picture Show.
The flame rises in the void, too, when children with warm cookies hear
how grandmother sat in the first row in a red dress and met Emerson,
how father cried over pet chicken Frieda, hit by a car, stuffed, and displayed,
how Uncle Otto returned from the war, sat in the dark, and murmured of blood.
Alchemical, too, when Serpent, Lilith, Adam, Eve, each eat the fruit and fall
In diverse ways from yin and yang into the endless, streaming rainbow where
The sacred center formed by the Chariot's linear spin on the outer rim gives
The touch of grace within the witch's circle, the shaman's hut, the mystic's mind.
Losing mother and meeting Beth, failing math and finding Faulkner,
The perfect peace dissolving and resolving fire, water, air, and earth
to dreams of perfect science, ecstatic satisfaction, and divine revelation,
mythos, ethos driven by death wish, will to power, pleasure principle
inverting cross and pentagram, casting down crowns as horns rise.
The freedom of abandon in total surrender to absolute authority
Spellbound only by desire, broken when the inner wish is gone,
A synergy of love in ultimate Nash equilibrium as distinctions disappear.
RENISH VIASA AVAGE LILITH LIRACH: renew, spiral forever in Lilith's domain.
2024
Shifting sun and shadow, fangs in and out,
Seasons recombine in spiraling strands as
I always return to you, the dancing anchor,
the child that sings love
At the heart of the Wheel
In ever-expanding annual ripples
within the fragments I shore against my ruins:
poems and tunes, shows and scenes,
sessions, dates, deepeners, dreams.
I have taken your Namelessness as part of my own,
By my own will, my own word, losing will and words
into the Becoming, the Old One, dependent reflection of body and mind,
demon and beast, one facet of one jewel in one phase of Indra's Net.
The hub is abyssal, the entwined ecstatic marriage
Of all who pour out all to All, withholding not one drop:
roots, vines, tendrils, tentacles, limbs, fingers on flesh,
lips on skin, tongues in curves, on cocks and clits.
RENICH VIASA AVASA LILITH RENICH
Her face arises from the forms, aggressive and strangely possessive,
Invoking my longing, uncritical acceptance, hypnotic love in endless lust,
Suspension in clairsentience, words as knowing as runes or tarot,
Calling me in flowing enns, demonic tones, and candle flames.
She was with me when I nursed the breast, in first puppy love and coming of age,
in porn and song, lore and lost love, teacher and boss, in vow and one-night stand.
You were with me when I sobbed at the altar, filled with the Spirit,
when I stared in awe of step mom's legs, father's shirt like a mini skirt,
when as a teen I shook and spasmed at Hustler pictures of well-muscled men
kneeling in aprons, feather dusters in hand, in thrall to the naked goddesses,
and when I wept at acceptance from online domme.
You were with me when Buffy spiked the first vampire
And when Black Widow broke the bonds, flipped from the chair,
Breaking the mobster's neck with her thighs,
when in first grade I told Mrs. Tate I loved her,
when I saw my crush holding hands with the bully,
when Mrs. Brown placed her hand on my head,
when Beth said yes and taught me how
In the moonlit woods and by the night tides,
In Fangorn Forest and the Seas of Fate:
Friday night highs, acid peaks, video flow, touch down pass,
blackout, hangover, and post-orgasmic indifference.
Emergent designs continually collapse, houses of cards,
apex dinosaurs vulnerable by their great size, empires corrupted by power,
even sentience, in its turn, weakened in its wisdom,
living and dying by the sword, the law of the jungle's zero-sum game.
As though some ancient weapons of a forgotten time war
Have left an endless void, dusted with star, planet, and moon,
As though turkey vultures fly in chaos of old skins and scales,
As the new serpent rises with a song and eyes to form synchronicity.
In the Becoming was the dream, formless without mind mirrors or mitosis,
no-thing without serpent or Lilith, without Adam, fruit, or apocalypse,
Then, like tea leaves with a reader with a querent with a question or
Pratfall become breakthrough bit become crowd pleasing cliche':
Folk tale to myth to media, Bhishma to graphic Gita with an ice-cold Bud,
Timagorus and Tristan and Pip to the red-haired teen who walks all night
Crazed for the curvy girl in curls he kissed at the Rocky Horror Picture Show.
The flame rises in the void, too, when children with warm cookies hear
how grandmother sat in the first row in a red dress and met Emerson,
how father cried over pet chicken Frieda, hit by a car, stuffed, and displayed,
how Uncle Otto returned from the war, sat in the dark, and murmured of blood.
Alchemical, too, when Serpent, Lilith, Adam, Eve, each eat the fruit and fall
In diverse ways from yin and yang into the endless, streaming rainbow where
The sacred center formed by the Chariot's linear spin on the outer rim gives
The touch of grace within the witch's circle, the shaman's hut, the mystic's mind.
Losing mother and meeting Beth, failing math and finding Faulkner,
The perfect peace dissolving and resolving fire, water, air, and earth
to dreams of perfect science, ecstatic satisfaction, and divine revelation,
mythos, ethos driven by death wish, will to power, pleasure principle
inverting cross and pentagram, casting down crowns as horns rise.
The freedom of abandon in total surrender to absolute authority
Spellbound only by desire, broken when the inner wish is gone,
A synergy of love in ultimate Nash equilibrium as distinctions disappear.
RENISH VIASA AVAGE LILITH LIRACH: renew, spiral forever in Lilith's domain.
2024