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Moon Magick
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Moon Magick
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*Lala, LunaLeviachan and SugarMoon had taken some time to sit on the rooftop of the academy. Many students had already left for spring break but the family continued to work with the clan and students and staff who would remain at the academy . This time, the mother, daughter and grandchild watched the sky as they waited for the pink full moon to wash over their light skinned bodies and help them manifest prosperous times ahead for themselves and for their loved ones and those they were tasked to protect.* Lala looked at Leviachan and SugarMoon. Remember this is a time of growth and rebirth for us and a time of renewal and clarity for many of our fellow beings. @leviachan @sugar
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*The twins would remember the plenty of times her mother spoke of the moon and its phases. So much so, that they both decided to take a course about moon magic* @Zarinabeliala
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In the serene glow of the Moon Magic conservatory, Solana knelt on a rune-inscribed mat, her eyes closed as beams of soft silver light streamed down from the enchanted skylight. Her braids pulsed gently with lunar energy as she channeled stillness into strength.
The room was quiet — until a student tried to rush the meditation sequence and accidentally summoned a burst of moonfire.
Solana calmly opened one eye. “Breathe slower. Or your eyebrows might not return.”
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Strawberry Moon Ritual— On the quiet rooftop of TCA of the Black Flame, beneath a vast, star-dotted sky. The Strawberry Moon looms large and luminous, casting its soft pink glow across the ceremonial space that has been prepared by Lala Myuu, Luna Leviachan and Sugar Moon. Petals swirl in the warm summer breeze. The three generations stand in a protective circle, bathed in moonlight, each dressed in flowing robes of white, rose, and violet. @leviachan @sugar (Lala gently opens a spellbook book) (gently opening the worn spellbook)*:
“The Strawberry Moon… It arrives once a year, but its lessons echo far longer. This is the moon of reflection—of letting go, and of dreaming forward.”
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(softly, her horns glimmering under the moonlight)*
“Mommy Lala, I remember when you first showed me this ritual… I didn’t understand then how powerful intention could be.”
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**Sugar Moon** *(wide-eyed, clutching her small charm pouch)*
“Will it really hear me? Even my little wish?”
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*(smiling)*
“The moon listens to all hearts, little one—especially those still pure with wonder. Tonight, we offer our truths and hopes, and in return, the moon grants us clarity.”
*(She begins to chant, the ancient words resonating in harmony with the wind. Leviachan joins in rhythm, her voice echoing strong and steady. Sugar Moon, nervous at first, lifts her chin and adds her voice—light but full of determination.)*
**All Three** *(chanting together)*:
*”By the glow of pink and light divine,
We set our souls, our hearts align.
Let what hinders now unwind,
And guide our dreams through fate and time.”*
**Lala** *(closing the spellbook reverently)*:
“So it is spoken. So it shall begin. Now, what will you leave behind—and what will you call toward you?”
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(placing a paper charm into a bowl of petals)*:
“I release my fear of stagnation. I seek creative flow.”
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*(looking up at the moon with teary eyes)*:
“I leave behind my doubt… I want to shine like you, Grandma. Like Mommy.”
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*(touching both their shoulders)*:
“Then shine, my moonbeam. Let the summer be yours to grow.”
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Black Moon: Spiritual Meaning and Rituals for This Rare New Moon
The Black Moon is the second New Moon in a month. Find out what it means for you.
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The classroom was steeped in shadows, the only illumination coming from the glowing sigils that pulsed across the domed ceiling, tracing the moon’s phases in soft silver light. Each mural on the dark stone walls shimmered with faint, enchanted movement, showing lunar cycles from ancient cultures.
At the eastern wall, an arched window overlooked the night sky, where the Black Moon hung like a sacred secret—*invisible*, but unmistakably felt.
Luna Leviachan, draped in a flowing robe of pink and obsidian silk, sat cross-legged upon a crescent-shaped cushion of starlight velvet. Beside her, her daughter, Sugar Moon Asmodea, radiant in her dark charm and uncontainable presence, leaned close, flipping open the Pagan Grimoire that hummed with ancestral energy. Candlelight danced between them like spirits listening in.
Luna Leviachan:
*softly, placing a gloved hand on the ancient page.*
“You feel that, don’t you, my little moonbeam? That hush in the air? That thick velvet weight pressing against your skin?”
*She smiles, eyes gleaming like pearls soaked in starlight.*
“That’s her. The Black Moon. She doesn’t shine… she absorbs. She listens. She waits. And she teaches. Not with light—but with shadow.”
Sugar Moon Asmodea:
*frowning slightly, brows furrowed as she traces a sigil with a clawed fingertip.*
“So… if we can’t see her, how do we know she’s even there? That’s kind of annoying. Why would a moon with power hide herself?”
*Pauses, tilts her head like a curious cat.*
“Is she scared? Or is it… a trick?”
Luna Leviachan:
*chuckling warmly, cupping her daughter’s cheek.*
“She’s not hiding, baby. She’s revealing—just not to the eyes. She reveals through **feeling**, through the whispers in our dreams, the tension in our chest, the thoughts that bubble up when it’s too quiet.”
*Luna leans in, her voice more reverent now.*
“The Black Moon is the **womb of transformation**. The space between death and rebirth. A cosmic void where we release, reset, and **remember who we are becoming.**”
*She taps the Grimoire gently.*
“It’s where *we* go to **shed** all the gunk—fears, old patterns, pain we never spoke aloud. It’s where **dedicated witches** do their most sacred work.”
Sugar:
*crossing her arms but listening intently*
“Shadow work. You’ve mentioned that before. Like… the stuff we don’t want to look at. Right?”
*Eyes narrowing.*
“But what if I don’t want to let go of some things? Even if they *do* hurt. They make me strong. Or they used to…”
Leviachan:
*smiling, then gently brushing a strand of Sugar’s hair back.*
“You don’t have to let go all at once, Sugar Moon. That’s not what this is about. Shadow work isn’t cutting things off—it’s looking them in the eyes. Even the ugly parts. Even the things we buried so deep we forgot we were still bleeding.”
*She opens a silk pouch and places a black obsidian mirror between them.*
“Tonight, we honor the pain that shaped us… but we choose not to be ruled by it.”
*Her voice softens, more maternal than teacher now.*
“You’re powerful. Beyond what even you know. But real power doesn’t come from control, baby—it comes from **awareness**.”
Sugar:
*gaze softening, but still stubborn.*
“Okay… but if this is so powerful, why don’t they teach this to everyone at the Academy? Why only us… in secret?”
Leviachan:
*with a glint of mischief and grace.*
“Because, my little Luna Hime… not everyone is **meant** to hold this kind of power. Some are afraid of the dark. They look for light only—forgetting it’s in the darkness that stars are born.”
*She leans close, forehead touching Sugar’s*
“You and I? We are **children of the flame**, yes—but we are also daughters of the moon. And **this** moon? The **Black Moon**? Among others, is ours. Just like Hekate’s crossroads, it’s a sacred meeting point between past and future… a place only the brave enter.”
**They Begin the Ritual**
*Luna takes Sugar’s hand, guiding her in drawing the sacred triple spiral with moonwater on the floor. The Grimoire pages glow faintly as they chant together*
“By the hidden face of the moon…
We cast off the chains unseen,
We embrace the shadow within,
We burn, we rise, we dream…”
*Sugar’s voice grows stronger with each word, her eyes deepening with understanding. Around them, the classroom flickers with ancient energy. The window shimmers—the Black Moon’s pull growing stronger.*
Sugar:
*(quietly, after a pause)*
“…Mommy? Does the Black Moon ever… get lonely? Since she’s always in the dark?
Leviachan:
*pulls her close into a gentle embrace.*
“Sometimes… But that’s why we’re here. To remind her—and ourselves—that even in darkness… we are never truly alone.”
*The candle flames flicker in reverent silence, as mother and daughter sit wrapped in one another’s warmth. The sigils on the walls hum with resonance, echoing the balance now struck between them—a bond renewed in shadow, sealed by ancient light.
Above them, unseen in the sky, the **Black Moon** listens… and blesses.*
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