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Scarlet Blooms from Scarlet seeds

12/13/2015

I've been a priestess and teacher of the menstrual mysteries and an advocate activist for menstrual reclaiming for many moons, over 24 years worth of moons! I was called innately, deeply, and very early- and as a result became a teacher at a young age. There were foremothers who had already begun to weave the web of reclaiming and empowering our moon time, and sisters in the last 20-30 years helping to further the web. I was very grateful for the work of these women as I began upon this path as teacher and priestess all those moons back. I was lucky enough to live in an area at the time that had several fantastic feminist bookstores, and those precious resources, so few and far between now, helped to ignite me on my passionate path, in love with the Goddess, with sisterhood, and with our empowerment.
Finding a book or newsletter that echoed back the bursting seeds and unfurling blossoms within myself were moments of absolute alchemical magick for me.

When I first created ceremonial sacred space for menstruation (my first one in 1991, the same year I had my first baby) , more commonly called moon lodges, moon huts or red moon circles then by women creating this sacred space early on, I envisioned that perhaps some day there would be a holy harvest of the fruits of all those scarlet seeds planted by the work of my foremamas before me, as well as the scarlet seeds I and my sisters planted in our own teachings, writings, and menstrual circles, and have them be big ripening and bursting pomegranates of fruits! At that time, I had no idea the harvest would be so abundant, and burst like it has- I could not anticipate the Internet in the early 90's. I bless the technology that is the Internet, for I know it has been this tool that has propagated consciousness, and helped to spread and grow these scarlet seeds.

But I have to admit, in the midst of this consciousness celebration, standing among these scarlet wildflowers spreading like poppies in a potent field- I am a little saddened that I am not seeing the foremothers/foresisters of this movement remembered more-
but it's important that we do.
I want you to become familiar with them. It is good to honor every seed that was- and is- planted, every bloom that bloomed as well as the blooms to come, to honor all the wise women, all the carriers of this wisdom and medicine- in the same manner that we honor our blood ancestors in sacred space. It is not only good to do this- it is imperative to our further healing and empowerment. So much taboo, so much punishment, so much vilification in relation to our bodies, our cycles, our sexuality. So much.

As one of my favorite foremother elders stated about the damage from this vilification:

"It tears our spirit away from our body, ripping our essence in two. It pits parts of us against other parts. When we are disgusted with our blood, we are also disgusted with our spirit. Without the power of our spirit, we are unable to challenge a system that sets us against ourselves, against our sisters. As we discover the beauty and power in our blood, we honor our bodies, we honor the Goddess, and we are more easily able to love our female selves."
- Antiga, 1988 from 'The Goddess Celebrates: An Anthology of Women's Rituals' by Diane Stein

So, remember the roots. Know and remember.
Women's herstory gets forgotten, buried- as a general rule.
The last place that should happen is within the sacred source of our herstory.

To start, here is a list of books by many of the foremothers of this particular movement- the menstrual reclaiming movement. If you are called to this path and are not familiar with some of them, please do seek these works out. I know whenever I found any work that pre-dated and echoed my own call, it filled me with a sense of belonging and power and wonder. I had that sense of sisterhood, not being alone in this, echoes upon marvelous echoes, a chorus of women's voices ancient and modern- and I fell in love all over again :

Hygieia- by Jeanine Parvati Baker
Blessings of the Blood- by Celu Amberston (aka Cornwoman)
Songs of Bleeding- by Spider
Sister Moon Lodge- by Kisma Stepanich
Dragontime- by Luisa Francia
Moon, Moon- by Anne Kent Rush
Her Blood is Gold- Lara Owen
Red Flower: Rethinking Menstruation- by Dena Taylor
New Moon Rising: Reclaiming the Sacred Rites of Menstruation- by Linda Heron Wind
Mysteries of the Dark Moon- by Demetria George
Red Moon- Miranda Gray
Shakti Woman- by Vicki Noble
Blood, Bread, and Roses- by Judy Grahn
and although it is probable that you’ ve heard of Susun,
I would be remiss to fail to mention the herbals of Susun Weed!

Plus there are countless articles and booklets and zines, periodicals and pieces, art and ceremony and music created by women like Brooke Medicine Eagle, Antiga,
Ruth Mountaingrove, Hallie Iglehart Austen, Night Moore (that's me, when I was using Night previously way back now), Blood Sisters, and certainly more that are just escaping me at the moment. Of course, there are many books that have come out in the past few years, and many women doing the work now-
scarlet wildflowers from those awesome scarlet seeds!
But I wanted to highlight some of the material out there available from 1970-1995, to honor the work that creates much of the fertile ground of this wonderful decades old movement.
Sacred resource of this sacred source, for the scarlet blooms of those scarlet seeds.

Love, Nuit
Nuit Moore, The Scarlet Shakti
Ragtime Revolution & The Ruby in the Lotus

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Lilith Shadow, Inanna Sorrow: My blood, my tears, his body.

12/1/2015

Your Magdalene wept tonight, my Adamah
Cried for you, out for you, my Adamah
Laid down in the widow wilderness, my Adamah
Lilith shadow and Inanna sorrow, my Adamah
Like scarlet veils they sheathe me, my Adamah
Enclosing the seven daggers, my Adamah
Seven serpents weaving and winding, my Adamah
The seven gates burned to ash, my Adamah
My Graal heart deep wells weeping, my Adamah
My Graal womb weeping the holy blood, my Adamah
And I united my blood with your ashes, my Adamah
And the earth, she whispered secrets, my Adamah
Roses rising and resurrecting, my Adamah
From the below, fiery roses rising, my Adamah
My Beloved, my Shepherd, my Adamah
My Worker of the Wood, my Adamah
My Golden Bull, Taurus born, my Adamah
Hair like wheat, hands like bread, my Adamah
My God of the Vine always, my Adamah
With kisses like wine always, my Adamah
Our temple of unio mystica, my Adamah
My Dumuzi, Osiris, Tammuz, my Adamah
My Bridegroom, my Beloved, my Adamah
I cried for you, out for you, my Adamah
Yes, Beloved, your Magdalene wept tonight.
-nuit

One year ago tonight, my husband took his life. Needless to say, this past year has been deeply difficult for me in navigating this loss, especially as it happened during a separation that left so many wounds unaddressed, so much pain unresolved, so much destruction,
so many things left unsaid. However, the love we had could not be destroyed by any of the Underworld territory we found ourselves in due in such large part to the Bi-Polar 2 disorder that drove him to this. But I did not understand that at the time. I only knew that
my pain and anger was so intense and so deep that I thought it had swallowed up my love.

I was very wrong. I could not have been more wrong.

This man was the love of my life, the father of my daughter and stepfather to my son, and yes, my Hades. Our marriage was a true Underworld journey that took me down after 7 years to the butchering floor, and then taking me 7 years to ascend from that destruction.
It took all I had inside me to recover from it, and then to make the incredibly difficult decision to leave him. I can't find an adequate way to express the unimaginable tragedies in the losses of him- of which there were many... small ones before the huge loss, permeating so many layers and levels. Most of the time, it doesn't seem real.

The three years in which we were separated were full of intense and heavy work for me. I was plunged into a deep depression, and suddenly faced with the equivalent of having the scabs ripped off of every heart-wound I had sustained dealing with his illness. I also was doing the more difficult work of helping my daughter deal and heal from a trauma she had sustained. The last half of 2011 through the first half of 2012 was an exceptionally dark period for me.

Then during the Venus transit of 2012, I had an incredibly vivid dream upon which after I had awakened I was compelled to immediately write, reflecting the dream content:
"I had offered my heart up, my raw, pure heart up, to the Crocodile headed Sobek, and into the dark, dark waters it went. Years passed. Suddenly emerging, he has returned my heart to me, in the form of a radiant Lotus."
The Venus transit of 2012 was a time of immense healing for me. I felt put back together in many ways, my heart opened again. I later learned that the Egyptian God Sobek was an ally of the Goddess Isis and of Her husband, Osiris, of whom Sobek was a resurrection healer of, his name translating to "he who unites (the dismembered limbs of Osiris)".

But in 2014, the darkness returned.
The day he died, I was with our children- my son was visiting for Thanksgiving- and I had such a flood of rage and hurt centered around him, I found myself breathless from it. It was an eruption that came out of nowhere. Later that night, my kids and I made a fire in the fire pit out in the outer temple and we sat around it just talking. It was a very heavy atmospheric night, and he was on my mind. I took a picture of the fire, and I posted this photo on my personal page on Facebook because it was so striking looking- like someone was standing in the flames. To me it looked like Kuan Yin, the Bodhisattva Goddess of Compassion and Mercy to those suffering deep grief, was standing in a fire lotus.
Many others commented that they saw the same. It made me feel raw and on edge, because quite frankly it felt like a portent, highlighting the unease writhing inside me.

Then later that night I had a nightmare about him, and it woke me up. Upset and shaken, I went into the kitchen to shake it off, and a few minutes later, my son came out of the room he was sleeping in. He had also had a nightmare, although it wasn't about his stepfather that he could recall. After a little talking, we both went back to sleep. I had come to the conclusion that the nightmare, my upset, etc was the result of us all being together on Thanksgiving except for him- I figured maybe it was also PTSD from my marriage, because nightmares were a common form for me of it. My husband and I were deeply connected psychically- but at that point, I had no idea where he was even living, where he even was.

I didn't find out about my husband's death until 3 days later.
When I found out, I was immediately back on the butchering floor, but in a way that I had never been before. The noises that came howling out of me were primordial.
And they didn't stop.
It was terrifying.
When I was coherent enough, I pleaded to Kuan Yin. To Mary. Both the one and the same.
Help. Help. Help me. Help me. Help me.
I revolved between shock and shattering.
Visceral, torn open- I wept myself into a state of dust.
Then something happened. All the love suddenly came gushing forth, flooding me.
The anger fires extinguished, and only balm. I released all of the anger I had been carrying towards him inside me- that treacherous raw wound, that screaming maw.
It turned to love. It turned to forgiveness. It turned to healing grief, instead of the destroying pain I had been consumed by. Just RADIANT LOVE.
It turned into a pure GRACE of RADIANT LOVE.
A miracle of grace, which I then gave, with everything I had inside me, to him.

I only wish I had had the foresight to do this before it was too late. I don't mean in returning to a very destructive pattern, I don't mean in trying to save my marriage, because I spent 14 years actively trying to both save it and survive it. I just mean in really going deep within and being able to tap into that unconditional love in the deepest wells of my heart. In being able to rise above the acid poison of that pain, to get out of that destructive wound within myself- and while he was still here, forgive him and let him know I loved him.
Because forgiveness is a liberator. Forgiveness is a healer. For both.
I know I am not to blame, but it is a monstrous burden to bear, that thought.
I often find myself- a Magdalene in the Wilderness- tested by the demons of regrets.

A year later, I find myself still saved by that grace, and still tested by my demons.
It is a divine dichotomy- or is it? That's a question. What is certain is that radiant love.

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*Adamah: Hebrew, translates into "red earth/fertile soil", and is the origin of the name of Adam,
and is considered to be the name associated
with the figure now known as Lilith, beloved to me

Tonight during my devotions, I mixed my womb-blood with some of his ashes, as my own form of sacred Adamah. Anointed myself. My tears, my blood, his body. Sacra.
He always loved that I taught the menstrual mysteries, always supported my work. I met him the day after his birthday at a Beltane Festival, Beltane being the celebrating of the Sacred Marriage between the God and Goddess, and he being Beltane born, a Taurus- my own earthy god, a carpenter and a tiller of fields. A gorgeous man- blond, green eyed, strong and beautiful in body, so funny and smart, so vulnerable and soft that Hallmark commercials could make him teary-eyed. An amazing cook. Scottish-Viking blood, but with almond shaped eyes. I remember everything about him. Everything.
The first day we met he brought to me a wood sculpture he was creating, from a piece of wood naturally shaped like a woman's torso and asked me to feel it, wanting to share it with me, wanting to show me. It was so smooth, so beautiful. So sensual, yet so solid.
The next morning, after we had made love for the first time, he gave it to me.
It was the first gift he ever gave me (one of many also made of wood, actually).
In this past year, I've spread his ashes at the roots of the trees he loved so much,
in herb beds, in both newly tilled and freshly harvested fields.
His body, and the body of earth.
Unio Mystica.

*this post is (obviously) dedicated to my husband. 1974-2014.
with all my heart
-Nuit

SERPENT GODDESS RISING!

11/13/2015

I am a messenger of the Serpent Goddess…
a shamanka of snake medicine, a priestess of the pythonic.
And I am here to speak of the Serpent Goddess Rising, for lo,
She IS Rising.
She is re-emerging…as a force in both our personal subconscious and as a force in the collective global consciousness of humanity. And this force is one that must be recognized, honored and integrated if we are to survive on Mother Gaia
(of to whom in mythos the snake is most sacred and symbolized).

Snake Medicine, Mystery…Snake Goddess, Woman, Moon, Earth in kinship…
Snake Totem is genderless, however Snake has always been connected with the Goddess and the Moon and the Earth…Gaia, Mother. In our earliest cave paintings we find Snake. Snake is the totem of our consciousness and subconsciousness, dual snakes twining together to create a whole. Serpents have long served as symbolic bridges in several ancient cultures, the connection of our reptilian brains to our evolving higher consciousness…like the Rainbow Serpents of Aztec culture bridge between root (earth) and sky (cosmic).
Again, we see this working of the dual serpents in chakra work, the Kundalini energy in its serpentine form, coiling upwards through the energy channels of our bodies to our sacred crowns, opening our third eyes, pushing us into bliss…the Sacred Cobras of the Ancient Egyptians embodied in the royal and religious crowns, as the Ua Zit, protectress cobra, sits upon the area of the Third Eye, the portal of cosmic consciousness.
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Through an activated Shakti Serpent of Kundalini energy, we can transcend into enlightenment. Serpents are the intermediaries that bring into balance our polarities to create a unified whole. The connection again between energy lines, both in our bodies but also of the Earth. Snakes are the teachers of ley line energy, the energy paths of the Earth and Cosmic. Sacred spirals and snakes, snakes spiral as they both regenerate and mate. They coil together like the double helix of our precious DNA, like the symbol of the Healing Arts, the Staff of Asclepius and also the Caduceus. Again the two snakes appear as a totem of the power of medicine in the two streams of blood that sprang from the severed head of the Primordial Goddess Medusa; one stream to cure, one stream to kill. This symbolism is shared in nearly exact form in Aztec culture as the Goddess Coatlicue, She of the Serpent Skirts…also a Primeval Goddess of horrifying aspect, also shown with severed head from which springs forth two streams of blood that become two giant serpents.
The Serpent Goddess is Universal.
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When humanity transitioned into a purely patriarchal paradigm, it heralded the beginning of the negation and re-imaging of the Goddess in All Her Forms. As the snake is so closely linked with the Goddess, it became the symbol for the Goddess, of Mother Nature and Her earthly daughters in religious iconography and myth. The Serpent in the Garden tempting the Children of the Christian God with Her fruit of infinite wisdom, St. Patrick in his conversion work, driving the snakes from Ireland, the beheading of Medusa (for stripping Her of Her original gifts and significance wasn’t enough), the killing of Tiamat the Great Mesopotamian Goddess in Sea-Serpent form by her own son, the daughters of Lilith as the serpentine Lamia coming to steal the life and power from dreaming men…
these are all examples of the relentless assault of the Divine Feminine.
Even the Madonna is often shown standing with her foot on a serpent’s head
(but in truth it is She being supported by Her Holy Animal, as Kali is shown with the cobra underfoot, and Jesus is shown astride His donkey). And so the snake is feared, and that fear is deep and primal- because the nature of the snake is primordial. That fear has become subconscious, for the snake represents that which we have been taught is ‘evil’, 'sin', or ‘unnatural’…. our lusty sexuality, our menses, our intuition and desires and dreaming, death and rebirth, the Moon and the black night, the Goddess Herself.
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The snake connects us to the reptilian parts of our brain, concerned with our survival on this planet at the most primal level. The snake possesses the complete nature of the organic.
Veritable epochs of religious vilification of the Serpent and the Goddess (for they are archetypically inseparable) have effectively degraded our humanity into a spiritual disease which now affects our future on this planet. Our humanity has become overwhelmingly negatively deviant as a result. Because of the violent negative rejection of the Holy Feminine which occurred with the patriarchal religious and political systems that have been in power for centuries upon centuries, we have poisoned the source of all life. The Lap of Life, the Mother, the Woman-all defiled. In this day and age, woman is still punished, subjugated, vilified, and oppressed. Our Mother Earth, Lap of Life, the rape and poisoning of her resources…the same. In poisoning of these holy sources, we have deeply poisoned ourselves. It will be up to those of us who are able to embrace and integrate the balance and wisdom symbolized by the double serpents into our own consciousness that will be able to serve humanity in surviving the massive changes that are just in their beginning.
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To remember the Serpent Goddess is to remember the holy purpose in the cyclical, for all things are cyclical and possess aspects that are all part of a greater whole. The medicine of the snake is the medicine that comes with renewal and re-genesis. As the snake sheds her skin, she completes an ending and re-emerges anew. As a woman menstruates monthly with the lunar body that also connects her to snake, she is doing the same within her holy womb, the lap of life. As nature cycles through the seasons, we witness this process that encompasses the greatest mystery of the cycle of Life, Death and Rebirth.
Snake Medicine is pure potent regenerative transformation.
The wildness and wilderness of the wise womb.
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It is most imperative for us now to hear the Serpent Goddess for She is re-Emerging with a vital vengeance, and She is re-emerging on Earth NOW. There is no turning back.
We have a chance to enter into a new evolutionary existence, one in which we will be able to vanquish any foundation that would promote intolerance and bigotry, greed, ignorance and fear, hatred, subjugation and power-over. We are in the midst of a major cosmic shift on our planet, one I see as akin to the serpentine shedding of the skin.
The negated Serpent, the blessed Earth, the vilified Goddess has had enough.
The Moon is moving from that long, long Dark phase to a hopeful New phase.
No longer dormant, She is rising…spiraling into regeneration, She is Rising.
Dance with the spiraling, dance with joy, dance! The Goddess is Returning!

~Nuit Moore~

serpent goddess medicine, sea magick ceremony Dec 2011 photo: © nuit moore

*fantastic books about this topic which have resonated with my own experience include
'Shakti Woman' by Vicki Noble,
'Mysteries of the Dark Moon' by Demetra George
and 'Dancing with the Inner Serpent' by Le'ema Kathleen Graham

#serpentgoddess #snakegoddess #sacredshift #serpentpower #kundalini #shakti #medusa #uazit #goddess #cosmicconsciousness #serpentpriestess #nuitmoore #goddessrising #returnofthedivinefeminine #gaian #planetaryshift #earthconsciousness #lilith

priestesses of this new era

11/10/2015

I stand at the ever-present threshold,
the morning and the evening star
behind me and ahead of me,
cosmic compass, ancient awareness,
kismet kissing every step I take on my path.
I see my sisters of epochs past gathering-
the priestesses of this new era
hearing the cosmic call of our sacred service,
our hands filled with healing,
our hearts filled with feeling,
our spirits filling with the holy
remembering, remembering, remembering.
Our tears sacred, our sorrows for this world
the impetus,
as we transmute the poison into medicine.
The scarlet thread weaves our web.
The wisdom of the grandmothers
held in our wombspaces,
growing in force, growing in power,
the seeds and blooms begin to flower.
The gardens of Gaia glorious with these women,
remembering, remembering, remembering.
We are here with
our healing hands,
our loving hearts,
our radiant spirits.
We come dancing,
hearing the call.
We weave this web
and manifest this medicine,
and we are here to change this world.
Midwives of this sacred shift,
priestesses of this new era.
I stand at the ever-present threshold,
the morning and the evening star
behind me, ahead of me,
and all of my blessed sisters
dancing beside me.

-Nuit Moore

#sacredsisterhood #priestesses #sacredshift #sisterhood #medicinewoman #newera #goddessspirit #goddessrising #shaktirising #divinefemininereturns

la dama damiana: lush medicine, lush magick

11/5/2015

I remember when I first learned about the predominantly Central American herb Damiana. I delighted in the name; it was so phoenetically resonant with La Dama,
"The Lady", and very much an herb for women- as well as an herb for pleasure and relaxation.
I then learned that in French/Italian origin, the name Damiana translates to "Untamed", and that in Greek it means "the wild one who tames", and my Damianaic delight grew :)

One of my first herbal alchemical attempts as
a budding priestess was to concoct a
Damiana liquer (see recipe below)
which is a famous aphrodisiac tonic
(although I surely needed no additional help
with my libido!). I was again damiana-delighted
years later to discover that Damiana Liqueur
is actually produced and sold in a bottle
that is shaped like a lush Goddess figure!
A bottle is often traditionally given as a
wedding present to newly married couples in Mexico, in celebration of conjugal pleasure and fertility. I still have yet to obtain one of these bottles, but I will!

☽...Damiana Cordial: 1 ounce damiana leaves, 2 cups brandy, whiskey, or rum, 1 ½ cups of water, 1 cup of honey, vanilla extract or rose water (optional): soak damiana in liquor for 5 days- strain and bottle- soak the remaining alcohol infused leaves in spring water for 3 days in fridge- warm water extract and dissolve honey into it then combine with the alcohol and stir well- bottle in clean bottle and brew at least a moon cycle...

Damiana is indeed famed and prized for it's beneficial effects upon the libido- and those benefits are enjoyed by both sexes. It is definitely a tonic for potency and reproductive energy, energizing the sexual centers in a balanced way for both women and men.
Rooting us within delicious Root Chakra flow!

Damiana is an herb that gets us in touch with our earthy sensualism- grounding us in the pleasures of physicality, which is so lacking in healthy ways in our modern world. It opens us up to physical experience that connects us with divinity- serving as a bridge between body and spirit. It is thought to be a mood enhancer; reducing anxiety (including social), uplifting and relaxing one as the doors open to the higher dimensions of ecstatic experience. Damiana is not just a sexual tonic- it is a nervine tonic as well.

Damiana truly loves the ladies, however. In addition to being a known female sexual herbal ally, damiana also serves women during menses. This herb both encourages ease of flow and eases menstrual complaints (do not take during pregnancy as it is indeed considered an emmenagogue), as well as menopause. It is said to ease both PMS and hot flashes. It is a female hormonal balancer, and does not have any significant estrogenic effect, and is considered an anti-aromatase herbal supplement which is thought to be helpful in fighting breast cancer.

The folkloric uses of damiana are also enchanting. Long used in folk magick, charms, and spellcraft related to love and sexual happiness, damiana is also an herb that allows us access between the worlds. It is a wonderful herb for intentions related to astral travel, dreaming, and psychic work. In fact, damiana is a popular ingredient in incenses and ceremonial smoking blends for these very properties. I personally have smoked damiana for this purpose and I can report it does stimulate vivid and lucid dreaming that traverses the dimensions. It is a wonderful herb to employ at the Full of the Moon for any of these purposes.

☽...Veil Incense: equal parts Damiana, Mugwort, Frankincense. Burn on charcoals to encourage psychic work, astral travel, visions and potent dreaming...

I have loved La Dama Lady Damiana ever since those first early days.
She is a truly enchanting herbal ally- with lush medicine and lush magick in abundance.
Make her acquaintance. She is a Lady with many gifts to impart.

-Nuit Moore

Sources:
http://www.rainbow.coop/library/anti-aromatase-activity-of-damiana/
http://happyherbcompany.com/damiana
http://www.damiana.net/

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Rock your Holy Red Roar, Red Queen! the potent power of menstrual sex

10/25/2015

I've been advocating menstrual sex ever since I was 19 years old.
The benefits are not only awesome, but incredibly yummy. It is a natural cramp easer and dissolver, an organic mood elevator, and brings a woman and her partners into a new intimacy with her body and her flow. It makes me sad and sometimes angry that people so often have a closed mind to it, thanks to centuries of negative propaganda concerning menstruation and women's sexuality in general. It is wayyy past time for a change.
There are many studies that show that a woman's sexual response is heightened in particular ways during this time. The sexologist Alfred Kinsey determined through his research that women's clitoral response is heightened during our menses, and
Mary Jane Sherfey in her book 'The Nature and Evolution of Female Sexuality' states that women have the potential for an "inordinately high drive and orgasmic capacity" during our menstrual cycle. And if that isn't a ruby to grab every month, I don't even know!

Due to hormonal changes, women also often have a tendency at this time to crave more primal, unhindered, fierce, aggressive, intense sex. Masturbation is explosive as well.
The wild woman, the woman's inner Lilith, comes roaring out, demanding pleasure and satisfaction on her own terms. The Red Queen! I know this has always been the case for me.
The Holy Red Roar of a Red Queen! Yes indeed!
So often, this red lusty roar is repressed- and the implications of that are multifaceted. I truly believe so much of PMS is linked to menstrual repression of every form.
When we have the beauty and power of our wild feminine denied, that is the "curse".
Not our holy flow- but the fear-fed bullshit of that misogynistic propaganda, which has resulted in an abundance of menstrual taboos and female oppression
in patriarchal politico-religious history.
Don't let them fool you.
It's just straight up oppression from a mindset straight out of the Dark Ages.
A mindset responsible for the witch hunts.
A mindset that tells us our bloods are disgusting, dirty, shameful.
A mindset hellbent on the subjegation of sexual women,
while it revels in the exploitation of female sexuality in epic proportion.

There is serious mana, potent power, from menstrual sex.
There is deep healing potential from menstrual sex.
There is fierce pleasure and intimate connection from menstrual sex.
Menstrual sex is a radical reclamation of joy and self-love!
I highly encourage you to Rock your Holy Red Roar, Red Queen!
Grab that ruby!
-Nuit Moore
Nuit Moore, The Scarlet Shakti

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THE HOLY FIRE of RIGHTEOUS RAGE

9/21/2015

(this was first written a few months back, but there have been more than a few situations in just this past week regarding the exploitation, degradation, and victimization of women that are producing not just the Holy Fire I speak of in this post, but also judgment of this Holy Fire- which I think serves to disempower those who very justifiably feel these responses to reprehensible actions, and in turn serves to empower those that have made the conscious choice to perpetrate these actions, and I feel the need to address that - so posting again. -nuit)

I need to talk a little bit about anger.
A specific kind of anger.
That of righteous anger.
The Holy Fire.
I feel the need to talk about it, because several times in the past few days I have felt myself being subtly judged for my anger and fire. Cautioned about my anger.
Given advice about my anger.
I am so soft and flowing with Holy Love so much of the time, that perhaps when I get angry, it causes dissonance in how others who care for me see me. I'm not sure. But I need to make a statement on that, because I would be willing to bet there are some of you out there experiencing this as well. I think the chances are high- because there is so much of a fucked up nature going down here with humanity and it's screwed up -isms, that I can't be the only one to feel the fires that fuel the fight against injustice, or the only one getting some form of resistance for possessing that holy fire. So let me get to my point.

First off, I am a priestess of Kali Ma. If you know anything about Kali, then you will know She is the Destroyer/Creator in pure essence, the split second flash of ALL. If you don't, She is the one who devours the sufferings of humankind and transmutes the shit consumed into compost, into rebirth. She is the Mother who will liberate you from your miseries, even if that means burning you to ash before rebirthing you anew. The mythos of Her manifestation within Maa Durga, as Great Warrior, came about as a result of humankind suffering so terribly from demonic tyranny, that the other Gods who could not defeat this tyranny themselves culminated their power together to call into being from pure Shakti, Maa Durga- and from within Maa Durga, Kali Ma. This is Shakti as the activation of triumph over oppression. Her fierce anger springs from the most magnificent motherly love. In this form, Shakti is RAW & FIERCE.
Secondly, I am an activist, with Mars in Aquarius on the cusp of my 6th house. This means social injustice pisses me the hell off, and I tend to do something constructive about it.
Constructive anger. Fire of Shakti. The Holy Fire.

Between these two things, I have a deep awareness of the purity of source of the holy fire of righteous rage. Righteous rage is what kills apathy. It slays silence in the face of oppression. It creates action from non-action. One can be a compassionate pacifist and yet also understand the purity of source of righteous wrath. One can also feel that righteous wrath without it being destructive- choosing to channel it as a consciously constructive anger.

When we negate anger from this source, we can be in danger of forgetting that anger can be constructive in this form- as well as creating a stagnating judgment that defeats the impetus of this constructive form. It also puts us in danger of imbalance in terms of creating a rigid dichotomy between light and dark. I ran into this imbalance a lot during my time in Asheville- especially with those that termed themselves Lightworkers. For the record, I consider myself an Energyworker- because I actively pursue the balance between the two ends of the spectrum. So in essence, I am both a Lightworker and a Darkworker. To be a Darkworker doesn't mean one works with 'evil'. That's just a perpetuation of the negation of the Dark. To be a Darkworker is to understand the specific blessings, lessons, and energetic medicine of the Dark. And it has been the negation of the Dark, and of all it is connected to, that has caused so much of the misogyny, witch-hunts, eco-destruction, and related we have suffered and are suffering in this world. One doesn't clear a field by tra-la-laing through it- one clears a field with something sharp, or with fire itself. One doesn't bring down a corrupt edifice by sending it passive light- one brings it down by dismantling it's foundation. Both of these processes are destruction that serve as construction. Dig? And the holy fire of righteous rage serves in the same energetic capacity. Considering how much oppression and tyranny we are fighting now as we create this sacred shift in consciousness, it makes TOTAL sense that the manifestation of that Holy Fire, that Fierce and Raw SHAKTI, is one of the most powerful forces on this planet rising from our root, that wholly healing holy fire, to burn the old forms to ash so we can rebirth the new. Our emotions are wellsprings to serve us- our anger is not necessarily "bad", and in fact, may indeed be necessary- the fuel to make the changes so desperately needed in this world.

As with all things, it is well to keep aware of the energetic direction of anger, as with fire- because both can easily get out of control. In Her mythos, Kali's wrath turns into uncontrolled chaos and destructive madness- it is only when She is brought back to balance by Her Beloved Shiva, that She returns to Her constructive form. Awareness while consumed by the flame of Holy Fire in the form of righteous rage is imperative.
And I understand where so many people may fear the chaos of anger, as they may feel it is similar to the chaos of fire. I get it.
But fear stagnates and freezes the flow of holy fire.
Fire has it's beneficial forms, as does righteous anger.
And as fire should be respected, so should the holy fire.
It can burn, but it can also birth.
For the holy fire is PASSION.
Passion for a lover, passion for progression, both the Holy Fire.
And when it comes to my righteous rage for the injustices of the world, that is a passion, a Holy Fire sourced from Holy Love. It is my purpose and path to burn with that passion, in both forms.
I'm not putting that fire out, I'm employing that fire.
If Holy Fire makes folks uncomfortable, I would suggest they scry the fire, look into the heart of it, use it to see in the Dark better.

Love, Nuit
Nuit Moore, The Scarlet Shakti

photo: An Indian performer disguised as Hindu Goddess Kali performs with fire during Navratri in Allahabad, India. Navratri, or the Festival of Nine Nights, is an annual Hindu holiday of worship and dance. (© Rajesh Kumar Singh/AP)

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VENUS DIRECT IN LEO 9/6: EMPRESS ENTHRONED

9/5/2015

On September 6th, Venus goes direct in Leo after a 40 day stretch of retrograde- a retrograde that embodied the Underworld descent and ascent journey of the Goddess Inanna/Ishtar- the Lady of the Star, Venus Herself. Goddess of Sexual Love and also of Royal Power. She of the cries of not just ecstasy, but also of war.

Being a priestess of the Lady, and having already undergone and surviving a 14 year journey of descent and ascent, I decided with this retrograde that I would personally holy-hermit through this transit via my energetic withdrawal from the active machinations of the chaos of desire and power control in the context of relationships. I told myself that I would seek sacred solitude and wrestle my lions, for they have been wild within me, fierce with roar and roam. For the lion is associated with Inanna/Ishtar- is in fact, her animal totem of power and majesty- and I was not feeling fully in mastery of myself. But in order to do so, I had to surrender to the journey. I decided, in essence, to be the Magdalene in the Wilderness- my own 40 days and 40 nights to look my temptations... those fiercely roaring, roaming beasts, my own inner war… in the face- including most intimately the ones deep within my own well. To employ my blessed balm to my own heart scars, to declare myself the Annointed One as I underwent this transformation. In doing so, I could once again claim my seat on the throne of Empress- she who bears the scepter of personal power and also the shield of Venus. My lions calm with majesty, confident in my power.

It wasn’t easy, this transit. Not just for myself, but so many- and it seems to have been especially heavy work for so many of my scarlet sisters- women walking the scarlet path… Lilith women, Magdalene women, Inanna/Ishtar women. There have been deep revelations concerning power in relationships during this transit, as well as with authenticity. Veils were removed, and many of us stood vulnerable with each lost layer- just as Inanna did with each sacrifice made deeper along Her descent. This transit has truly embodied the challenges and treasures found within deep inner heart work. We may find that our concepts of relationships have undergone a deep transformation, or an intense validation process. We may also find that what we previously considered part of our core authentic self has also undergone the same process of shift and reveal. Self-aspects may have been released and others discovered (or rediscovered). This work has pulled the veil from over our eyes in many ways- including veils we may have self-created as a result of denial or in avoidance of healing certain emotional issues. Many of us have been in our desert wilderness, wrestling with our beasts. Many of us have let go of people and situations that had brought only conflict. Conflict can be necessary for growth, but there comes a time when it no longer serves our growth. This transit has highlighted that in a major way. The focus has been on release to make way for resurrection. On sacrifice and surrender in order to soar.

These last 40 days for myself personally included the following:

*I sacrificed a Beloved passion of mine, in the name of Holy Love and sacred sisterhood.

*I quickly received crystal clear vision on a sudden ‘relationship’ that was not at all what it was being presented as, and removed myself from it, ending energetic drain and regaining equilibrium.

*I dwelled for a good while in the bitter desert within, in my dark and shadow- and looked my anger, my depression, my despair, my disgust, my deepest losses and my most intense regrets in the face. And I sat with them. I slept with them. I spoke with them. They permeated my dreamscape. Keening dreaming. My psyche purging. Just surrendered to them, flowing in the Void.

*I finally gathered strength to find out how my husband…who was all at once my Osiris, my Hades, my Dumuzi, my Bridegroom…to find out the exact details of his cause of death, and found it was ruled a suicide. Widow mourning fresh as the fields are reaped and the sacrificial gods meet their fate, bringing further release and the compost of rebirth.

*And I released a connection tied to my Mother-wound. Taking care of my own inner child without guilt, as I have learned to do.

Intense, needless to say.
I feel completely different than I did a month ago. These 40 days have personally felt like several years worth of wisdom-work.
Serious alchemy, this transit. Flame to ash. Descent to ascent. You may find yourself having to take a little time and recover from the emotional exhaustion of this transit. Do so. This is not the time for self-martyrdom. Now is the time to allow the tides of regeneration to flood in. Allow yourself to remain receptive to healing, and nourish yourself. Venus direct in Leo heralds emotional expansion, so fill yourself with ecstatic experience and empowerment expression. Continue the focus on fulfillment and healing. You deserve it!

Empress enthroned. The mastery of the lions, the Queen out of the Underworld.
The Magdalene, back from the desert wilderness, dancing in the Garden.
Her own holy balm on her burns...
the Goddess returns.
-Nuit Moore

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the scarlet sistarhood red tent at the three days of light gathering, nc

9/2/2015

I am still basking in the glow of my scarlet sistars from the Three Days of Light Gathering this past weekend near Black Mountain, NC. It was a powerful validation of the work that I do, and so much beauty and love was shared in my Red Tent temple...I am grateful as always that I get to live this life, do this work, and be blessed by all this love.
I came to teach my workshop 'Scarlet Shakti Sistarhood' to the women of this festival, and it was supposed to be held in the Tantricity workshop space- but that space was so...not juicy. It looked like a scout camp! No red, no deep pinks, no gorgeous pillows, no Goddess juice- but I had my Scarlet Temple~Red Tent all set up and blessed and juicy and ready for my sisters, so we walked together to the temple.
I started off with my Scarlet Shakti Sistarhood teachings-and we discussed why this particular path of medicine is so interconnected and so imperative to the accelerating paradigm shift we are experiencing. For our society has a disease that is deeply rooted in misogyny, deeply rooted in the practice of turning the sacred into the profane, in the repression, oppression, degradation, vilification, and punishment of all that is deeply female; menstruation, birth, female sexuality, regeneration, intuition, etc. The foundation of this imbalance is that humanity has driven itself into an existence that no longer reveres or honors the Lap of Life- and that includes both the Lap of Life of women and the Lap of Life that is our Mother, Gaia- our planet. Women carry the wounds of this disease deeply in the womb, whether that be the physical or the psychic womb. We carry not just our own traumas- but that of our mothers and grandmothers. That of the Earth. We are taught vulvic shame, womb shame, body shame. We are taught voice shame. We are taught to not trust ourselves. So many wounds.
To heal, these wounds must be addressed. The path of this work is a radical form of activism- because it is literally the active transmutation of patriarchial poison into matriarchal medicine. It is the ending the patterns of thousands of years, the breaking of a cycle that has brought humanity deep division and destruction, and to our current planetary crisis.
We talked about the holy power of our dark moon bloods, our sexuality, our fire- and how this has been demonized and twisted in mythos. The connection we have as women with the snake/serpent, and the powers of transformation and regeneration, and again how the snake and women have been translated into symbols of fear, sin, and evil which have become deeply embedded in the psyche`consciousness of humanity. We cannot continue with this malignant malignment. We are destroying ourselves as a result.
The beautiful women of this particular Red Tent shared stories of grieving for bloods that stopped, grief and rage at the toxicity of reproductive pharmaceuticals and in mainstream menstrual products, and the grieving of time lost to patriarchal poison. Of not realising sooner that our bloods and bodies are beautiful and powerful. Sorrow, yes. But joy as well.
We shared sacred tears, loving hugs, wisdom and experiences. My new frame drum served it's first ceremony in this past weekend's circle. We passed the frame drum around, calling out intentions and releasings and sending these messages of power and reclaiming and devotion and celebration out to the Universe- and with every strike of the drum from each sister, I felt the vibration in my womb, connecting me deeply with Gaia, Beloved Mother and reverbing out to the cosmos. The women that I create and hold this container for, that I am so very blessed and honored to sit in circle with- they are forever my sisters. No matter where we go in the world as we each walk our path, make our journey.
Because we are connected in love by the scarlet thread, the scarlet web of scarlet sistarhood.
-Nuit Moore

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☽Red Dakini... The Crimson Rose Skydancer ☾

7/20/2015

☽ Red Dakini...The Crimson Rose Skydancer ☾
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I am the Vajra Dakini, of light the color of crimson roses and flowing blood
A Dancing Dakini I transmute the life energies into their spiritual origin
By filtering out gross elements, and giving them form
By changing weak currents into strong ones, dribbling energy into pounding waves
Opening blocks and barriers so that pain and pleasure may be experienced in their full strength

I cause dry channels to become full, dying plants to become lush
Weak reed stalks to become as trees, redwoods in strength and beauty
I am the guide and introducer of men to the spiritual path
I strengthen and purify them that they may encounter the great Buddhas of Light
I prepare them for the Great Awakening

I am visualized as such: The heart is cleared of all attachments
A mandala of a circle within a square is placed within it
It is surrounded by fragrant flowers, roses and lotuses, whose scent rises to the heavens
The mantra Ram encircles the whole in a ring of fire
Within the mandala is my throne
I act as teacher as well as dancer
The lotus throne lies within the dark waters at the mandala's center
Around it are triangles, looking like lightning in the waters
From here I judge and send out rays of compassion
Within the waters are distant sparks of light
Which, when approached, turn into the lotuses of Buddhas and enlightened beings

Within the mandala I stand
I harmonize the spiritual striving of all beings
I call them forth, into the realms of the enlightened ones
That they may pass through the dangerous waters
To watch the rising of the sun upon the other shore

Blessings of the roses of passionate love
within the silken scarves of the mind.

-'Red Dakini' from 'Songs of the Shaktis', author unknown

Nuit Moore, The Scarlet Shakti

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