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My Path of Kundalini
As the wheel of the year turns once again, the sun’s rays begin to drop in the sky, and we are gifted with an array of exquisite colours as the leaves of the trees begin their transformation as autumn deepens. The full moon of October rises with a fierce brightness. Known as the Hunter’s Moon, this lunar phase has long been tied to survival, instinct, and preparation for the dark months ahead. For the Celts, who lived in close rhythm with land and season, this moon carried deep spiritual and practical meaning. The Harvest Moon of September marked the gathering of grains and fruits, a time of abundance and gratitude. By contrast, the Hunter’s Moon called communities to gather meat, hides, and wild food to sustain them through the barren months. It was the last great provision before Samhain, when the veil thins and the dark half of the year begins. This was more than a task of survival, it was a sacred duty. Hunting was not only about sustenance but also about embodying the warrior spirit. Strength, courage, and instinct were sharpened beneath this moon. In this sense, it aligns with the great heroes of Celtic tradition, figures like Fionn mac Cumhaill and Cúchulainn, who lived in tune with the land, the animals, and the cycles of life and death. The Hunter’s Moon rises as a herald of the dark half of the year, casting its silver light over fields grown bare and forests beginning to sleep. In Celtic tradition, this moon belongs to the realm of shadowed goddesses, those who walk the thresholds between life and death, growth and decay, power and surrender. The Cailleach, the veiled hag of winter, stirs beneath its light. She is the bone-woman, the stone-thrower, the shaper of storms. Under the Hunter’s Moon she takes up her staff and begins her long reign, stripping the land of its greening, reminding us that all things must rest, all life must return to the womb of the dark. Her lesson is endurance, the wisdom of letting go, the clarity of survival. Beside her walks the Morrígan, raven-winged and fierce, goddess of prophecy and fate. She hunts not only on the battlefield but also within the soul, calling us to meet our shadow with unflinching eyes. Under the Hunter’s Moon, her voice is the cry of the crow in the hedgerow, reminding us that what dies feeds what will rise again. Together, the Cailleach and the Morrígan teach us that the Hunter’s Moon is not merely a time of taking, but of seeing what must be released, what must be faced, and what must be carried into the deep night ahead. Illumination in the Darkness….. What makes the Hunter’s Moon unique is its brightness. Rising just after sunset, it fills the night with an otherworldly glow. For our Celtic ancestors, who walked through a world of story and symbol, this was no mere coincidence. This moon became a sign of guidance in the dark, a reminder that light is never extinguished, even as the nights grow long. Its glow mirrors the inner flame, the intuition and vision, that can lead us safely through the shadowy time of year. Symbolism of the Hunt Hunting itself held a sacred role in Celtic tradition. It was bound with ritual, respect, and offering. Animals were seen not as mere resources, but as beings with spirit and power, tied to the Otherworld. To hunt was to enter a reciprocal relationship, to take only what was needed, and to give thanks through offerings and prayer. Thus, the Hunter’s Moon carries teachings of balance:
Reflection for the Hunter’s Moon The Hunter’s Moon invites us to pause and ask:
This moon is a guide into the threshold of Samhain, the lunar lantern that lights the way to the mysteries of shadow, rest, and renewal. Ritual for the Hunter’s Moon Materials
Somatic Practice: The Instinct of the Hunt This practice helps awaken the body’s natural wisdom and sharpen instinct, just as the Hunter’s Moon calls us to do.
Invocation to the Shadowed Goddesses Hunter’s Moon, silver shield of the darkening sky, I stand at your threshold of shadow and light. Cailleach, Ancient One, Veiled Crone of Winter, I call to you. Teach me the strength of the bone and the stone, the patience of the long night, the wisdom of letting go. Strip away what no longer serves, and guide me into the silence where seeds dream. Morrígan, Raven-Queen, Weaver of Fate, I call to you. Gift me the courage of the crow’s cry, the clarity of vision that pierces the veil. Walk with me into shadow, that I may meet what I fear, and rise renewed in your fierce embrace. Together, Great Ones of Night and Transformation, be with me under this Hunter’s Moon. Guard my steps through the darkness, and kindle in my heart the fire that cannot die. So may it be. “Under the Hunter’s Moon, I release what is no longer mine,
I honour the cycles of ending and beginning, and I step forward with clarity, strength, and trust.”
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10/8/2025 07:57:22 pm
Wow!!! So beautifully expressed and written. I resonate so much with this teaching and wisdom right now on this amazing journey we are on. Thank you so much for sharing. I am diving deep into this season of dark and feeling well prepared after a good hunt and harvest 🙏🏼💫♥️🦌🌕
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