There are four Moon Witches.
The four Moon Witches are called Pink, Flower, Blue, and Strawberry. They actually have no “names”. They are known by their presence. You might try to call that “spirit”.
Of course they don’t “speak English” but I will try to tell you what I know.
On the dark side of that Moon that you see above on a clear night live the four Moon Witches: Pink, Flower, Blue, and Strawberry.
The Moon Witches are the ones who took the moon out of the Earth when it was Hell that ruled on the surface of the Planets. The place from which the Moon Witches took the Moon is what became the Pacific Ocean once Hell had been driven under ground.
Victorious Mother Earth upon her skin now gives birth to her uncountable children and then in time she swallows them all. Hell is Her belly.
The Moon Witches are as old as our universe. Our world is their amusement park.
The Moon Witches are fascinated by humans. The source of humans is older than the Moon Witches.
You may realize that the Moon Witches are not “women” but their energy is primarily creative, poetic. For example, it is said that every word you speak was once a poem of theirs.
On Earth the Moon Witches take the feminine shapes of a virgin girl, a nurturing mother, and a wise old woman. Flower, Pink, and Strawberry. Blue can take any of those forms but Blue is the bisexual energy.
On October 31, 2022 the Moon Witches rode to earth.
Yes, I know that today is October 12, 2018. Your perception of time is one dimensional. I am speaking of what has happened but you think I am some kind of oracle. I am definitely not a “frenzied woman from whose lips the gods speak”.
The local news programs talked about four meteors that were widely observed during daylight burning up above Rialto, California. They all made a joke about dragons coming to Earth for Halloween.
Evening was nearing.
Heather was thirteen years old. Cerise was her mother. Grandma Frazier was walking with them along Riverside Avenue, looking at the shops.
Grandma Frazier halted to look in the window of a beauty salon.
Heather, looking at her cellphone, walked ahead saying, “There’s a music store up ahead.”
Mama Cerise scolded,”Heather, stay together with us, dammit!
Grandma Frazier admonished her own daughter, saying, “Don’t curse!”
The three of them then cackled heartily at Grandma Frazier’s little joke.
They strolled on.
Up ahead was a boy in a monkey costume dancing with an advertising placard to entice passing motorists into the music store. He evidently was wearing earbuds and an iPod.
Heather approached Monkey Boy and smiled. She called out, “What’s your name?”
Monkey boy looked at Heather and shook his hips and with a yell muffled by his costume said, “I’m Tweeker the Musical Monkey! Do you play the skin flute, girl?”
Tweeker the Monkey Boy was aped on methedrine.
Heather looked around quickly and then extended both arms, palms out and said, “You like to monkey around with drugs? I say ‘Jste, co jste’.”
Monkey Boy became a large chimpanzee. He squalled and leaped onto a parked car and then leaped onto a passing car. The car swerved and rode up onto the landscaped median, hitting a tree. Monkey Boy was catapulted up into the tree and clung there screeching.
Heather called out, “Trick or treat, Tweeker.”
Mama Cerise commented, “It is getting to be that time. Let us leave this main street and roam into the neighborhood.”
Grandma Frazier said, “Let us watch the humans disguise themselves as who they really are.”
The veil of twilight was lowering upon the town.
Mama Cerise was observing, “The little children are all devils or angels or princesses.”
Grandma Frazier said wryly, “The teenage girls are slutty nurses or slutty candy-stripers or slutty maids or slutty devils or slutty angels or slutty pirates or slutty fairies or slutty princesses …and, look, a slutty witch is coming right now!”
Cousin Jaye came up to them and greeted the other three, saying, “Your disguises are really scary.”
Heather continued, “Teenage boys are ghosts or skeletons. That’s the only way they can be bold with the sluts.”
Mama Cerise noticed, “The mothers with the little children are tired slaves.”
Grandma Frazier said, “And the husbands are invisible men.”
Ahead was a commotion and yelling. The Moon Witches saw a mob coming toward them in the dark, filling the street and sidewalks. They all wore black hoods and the same black scarves over their mouths and noses. Several of them were waving signs.
Cousin Jaye read, “OCCUPY HALLOWEEN”.
The mob was taking candy from all the trick-or-treaters that they could grab. Children wailed, teenagers yelled, adults hollered and called for police. There were short-lived fights, overwhelmed by the marching marauding mob.
Mama Cerise said, “This is new.”
Heather said, “A sick trick.”
Cousin Jaye said, “Occupy Halloween? I don’t think so.”
Grandma Frazier said, “Cast this spell with me.”
Cousin Jaye said, “This should be fun.”
Heather said, “You go, Grandma!”
Mama Cerise said, “Make them who they are.”
Together the four Moon Witches chanted, “Všichni z vás, kdo jste musíte čelit.”
An enormous cloud of mosquitoes appeared and descended upon the mob, sparing the innocent trick-or-treaters.
The Occupy Halloween mob screamed and slapped themselves, blinded by the mosquitoes stabbing them. The March fell apart and dispersed, frantic and terrified.
The mosquitoes vanished as suddenly as they had appeared.
The members of the mob turned to one another.
They all had the same face!
Heather exclaimed, “What a cool illusion! They all think they have the same face!”
Cousin Jaye laughed, “That will give them something to think about!”
Grandma Frazier said, “Until tomorrow.”
Mama Cerise added, “All Saints Day.”
Heather moaned, “Aw. We always have to leave too soon.”
The Occupy Halloween mob was still running and shrieking in disbelief.
Cousin Jaye said, “Disbelief is our secret portal.”
Mama Cerise observed, “The scattered screaming gives a nice Halloween mood!”
A slutty angel came up to Cousin Jaye and said, “There you are. Are you coming to Pussycats?”
Cousin Jaye put her arm around the slutty angel and said to the other three Moon Witches, “See y’all on the Dark Side,” and she strolled away.
Grandma Frazier said, “A fog will be a nice touch until midnight”, and she chanted, “Plášť čarodějnice měsíc”.
A cool mist muted the town lights and the night silhouettes.
Mama Cerise chuckled, “We should go to Midnight Mass at The Church of the Wiccan Sages.”
Heather pleaded, joyfully, “Oh, can we?”
Grandma Frazier smiled, “That would separate the goats from the sheep.”
Mama Cerise proclaimed, “Let’s party.”
The New Light Missionary Baptist Church building was almost 100 years old. Abandoned in 1967 it was leased to The Church of the Wiccan Sages.
Heather, Mama Cerise, and Grandma Frazier were welcomed into the Vestibule of the Church.
Blessed be thy feet that have walked this Path
Blessed be thy knees that kneel at the sacred altar
Blessed be thy sex which gives and receives pleasure
Blessed be thy breasts formed in strength and beauty
Blessed be thy lips that shall utter the Sacred Names.
The Nave of the Church was glorified with skulls, skeletons, grave rubbings, ghosts, and items of the dead and the spirit world; pumpkins, squash, root vegetables, to mark the end of the growing season; nuts and berries, dark breads, representing the darker time of year; dried leaves and acorns, symbolizing the shedding of the trees of autumn; a cornucopia filled with an abundance of fruit and veggies, to represent the bounty of the fields and gardens; and mulled cider, wine, and mead, as a way of honoring the blessings of the orchards and vineyards.
Heather nodded, “Let’s party, indeed.”
Grandma Frazier scoffed, “They are like a lost prehistoric tribe worshipping a Coke bottle that was thrown from an airplane.”
Mama Cerise whispered, “Manners, everyone.”
Heather said, “Look.”
On the Altar was a large straw woman.
The High Priestess of the Coven was leading the worship of that ‘Queen of Winter’.
The congregation chanted in unison.
Dneska je ta noc, kdy se listí létat jako čarodějnice na přepínačích po obloze. Když elf a sprite poletovat přes noc na moony sheen.
Grandma whispered, “Not quite. Together now, family.” Then Mama Cerise and Heather joined Grandma Frazier, chanting, “Královna zimní žehnej vaše stádo.”
In a blaze of blue light the straw Queen of Winter rose into the smoky air. There were gasps and screams of delight.
The straw head of the Queen burned from within and she spoke. With Grandma Frazier’s echoing voice she said,”Welcome, all my beautiful girls.”
Some fainted. Some squealed.
The Queen of Night said, “I shall grant you four wishes of me this night. Ask and you shall receive. Yet ask carefully.”
The High Priestess of the Coven yelled excitedly, “Make me like you!”
And she turned into straw.
There were rustles and screams.
A Wiccan yelled, “Make me wiser than you!”
And she turned into a coyote and yipped at the Queen of Night.
There was a rolling commotion but another Wiccan cried, “Make me happy!”
And she turned into a moron child.
Many Wiccans now crowded in exit toward the vestibule. There was crying.
Someone yelled, “Save us! Go away!”
The Queen of Night burst into flames and fell in ashes upon the pagan altar.
The spell was broken. All became as it was. The town crossed midnight safely.
I strolled home. What a night. Who am I? I am known as Moon Consort, Keeper of the Black Cat Chronicles.