Melisinka

Under a full moon in Taurus on the roof of the Witches House in the middle of Melbourne city, a group of 17 come together to form a magick circle. The sky is overcast, storms are predicted, and all day a wild northern wind has blown havoc amongst us.

We stand as mountains around a valley, forming a boundary between worlds, creating sacred space. As High Priestess, i light our fire in the cauldron. Each of us has chosen a piece of wood to add to the fire at some time during the night. We close our eyes and imagine the tree from which the wood has come. It’s journey from a seed through to the moment it was cut down, right through until now, as it is about to be sacrificed to the fire for our warmth, inspiration, visioning – our magick work. Transformation of the elements, truly a Magician’s work, yes…

When the rain came a little later, it almost quenched our little magical fire, but we saved it. I love the idea that people may have looked out of their high-rise windows and down upon us as we circled in a spiral dance and chanted around our fire on the rooftop, making spells barefoot in the rain – hah!

For many of the people there last week, it was the first time they had ever participated in a full-moon circle. There is something so incredibly beautiful about people coming together in this way, to channel energy consciously in order to transform the mundane into the magickal. To see that the sacred is actually in everything around us, and it is just a matter of awakening to it. To know that we can create magick like this right in the heart of the city, that we can reclaim space and make it our own, invest it with our energy and become attuned to it in a whole new light.

At one point we all huddled together in a tight circle (as much for warmth as for magickal work!) and closed our eyes. As we felt it rise from within us, our voices emerged and formed waves of energy which were truly amazing. Harmonizing and dropping away, coming in softly and fading out, we all entered into trance and the circle hummed with its own life. Many of us had never met each other before, but after coming together like that, there was a warmth and connection which transcends usual formalities and reservations.

When our sounds finally died down of their own accord, we stayed in silence for some time. Allowing the silence after the sound is perhaps one of the most important things i have learned about creating rhythm in circle. It is the silence of the High Priestess after the manifestation and action of the Magician. In the silence you can sense the moon, can go deeper into your own truth, and find peace. Pretty cool, i reckon.

I chose the forests as the focal point for our magickal spell work – most urgently, the Tasmanian old growth forests- to save what remains, to protect our beautiful trees, and to send energy to the Earth to grow more forests. We circled, we spiraled, we called out (bellowed, at one point, it must be admitted) to the night sky and the powers that be (and that are we) on behalf of our sacred trees. Ahh, i must get off this topic immediately before i find myself lost in the…. but i will return to it. That i promise you!

A two-hour workshop such as this one of course has its limitations time-wise, but we certainly covered a lot of ground – and of course, being a Taurean moon – we ended with a wonderful feast! Hooray for food! And champagne! And forests! And faeries! And full moon circles full of fools such as we!!!