I have always loved the Moon. I watch it in all its phases, read myths about the moon, even identify with the Moon and her Goddesses. When I found a book called The Moonchild in the 1980’s, I was drawn more to the idea of a Moonchild than to its author, Aleister Crowley. I thought The Moonchild would be a magical novel along the lines of Dion Fortune’s Moon Magic. I was right, in the sense that it was a novel with a Moon Ritual inside of it. But the atmosphere and intent were far different.
A Moonchild is created by impregnating the mother-to-be under certain Astrological tides related to the Moon. For the entire nine months, she is wrapped in a kind of occult cocoon in order to cultivate the extreme passivity needed so that she would be receptive to lunar visions. The images and energies of these visions imprinted the unborn child with the vibrations of the Moon. The mother dressed in white; she slept and ate in a room that was decorated as a kind of lunar chamber. She ate “moon food”: white, flabby things like oysters and cheese, and lived in a constant twilight state, almost of suspended animation.
Crowley’s description of this Moonchild Ritual stayed with me for years. As a born psychic and lover of the Moon, this ritual was attractive as a fantasy, but totally repellent as a real experience. Cold, damp, endless, twilight or darkness, extreme passivity, loss of Consciousness are pretty disturbing and unhealthy conditions. But then the Moon has a way of casting a glamor over things, and it is that lunar enchantment that makes the ordeal of the nine month preparation of the Moonchild so compelling to the subconscious mind.
Books in PDF format to read:
John Yarker - The Anglo Saxon ChronicleAnonymous - The Enochian Calls
George Schodde - The Book Of Enoch