At the beginning of the week I performed three days of Lunar rites, which largely consisted of spirit-journeys following up on my issues with the Lesser Banishing Ritual of the Pentagram and with my transition from the study of Malkuth to the study of Yesod. I began by dedicating the offering bowls which I made for my idols of Dionysos and Rhea, and for my spirit-helper Tsu; I also made bowls for my Kouros and Cycladic figures, but they … didn’t turn out. I finished by building my Yesod altar.
Monday night, the first night of the full moon, I performed my rites in the Hour of the Moon. I opened with my inverted Q-Cross and abstained from any variation of the LBRP, as my mission was to return to the underworld for the instruction I had been promised. I cast my circle, opened a vortex, and descended to the Garden via a World Tree which looked like an apple tree.
I met the leopard and he guided me to the temple again, this time with two kraters of wine. The path was already open, giving me glimpses of hundreds of other Gardens as I passed. I took my female shape at the temple, thanked the leopard, and went up several steps. Rhea waited for me on her throne again, and there was something hiding behind it which left me with a vague impression of yellow. We performed the same drinking ritual as before: I handed her the krater to drink from, se returned it to me to drink, and we passed it back and forth until it was empty.
She handed me a sphere of pale stone and asked me to perform the LBRP as I had been instructed. I did so, and I could feel my root chakra rotting even in that sacred space. I knelt at her feet and she healed me again.
I received no … direct instruction. Not in the way I had imagined, anyway. Instead she filled me to the brim with purple light – subconscious clues, I believe, which will surface as I need them.
When asked if I was ready to pursue the mysteries of the moon in Yesod, she said yes and bid me farewell. I returned to my body almost directly.