Blood Moon

There are nights when the world feels older, when the air tastes of iron and the sky itself seems to breathe. On these nights, the Blood Moon rises, draped in shadow and fire.

The earth tilts into silence and for just a moment, we walk beneath the same crimson glow that instilled awe and fear in our ancestors.

Science tell us it is nothing more than a total lunar eclipse, sunlight refracted through the dust of the world. Yet those who walk the old paths know better – that the Blood Moon is an omen, a summons from the unseen realms.

The Morrígan’s Crimson Mantle

In the myths of the Celts, when the moon bled, it was often taken as the hand of The Morrígan brushing across the night sky. She is the phantom queen, the crow on the battlefield, the whisper in the warrior’s ear. Where she walks, destiny follows.

Under the Blood Moon, the Morrígan’s presence was believed to be strongest. To some, her scarlet cloak foretold battles and the destruction of empires. To others, it was a reminder that endings are also the beginning of a transformation.

The Morrigan moved across Ireland in three forms, the maiden, the mother and the crone – each carrying her own voice of prophecy. When the moon ran red, those brave enough to seek her out would stand beneath its red glow and call her name. They risked visions of death, but also the gift of foresight.

Even now, many Pagans and witches call upon The Morrígan during a Blood Moon to seek guidance, strength, or release. In her shadow, the crimson light becomes both a warning and a blessing.

Pagan and Wiccan Mysteries of the Blood Moon

Among modern Wiccans and practitioners of the Craft, the Blood Moon is a night of heightened magic. Its red glow stirs primal forces, linked to blood, life and the deep well of shadow within us all.

The Blood Moon’s waning shadow is seen as the perfect time to cast off burdens, old wounds and lingering ties, no longer serving a purpose. For some, the red moon mirrors the blood mysteries of the divine feminine, both the vessel of creation and the harbinger of death. During this time, many choose to open themselves to the voices of the dead, honoring their lineage, listening for whispers from the other side of the veil.

To gather in a sacred circle beneath the red glow is to step into a current of power that feels both ancient and raw. Every chant, every flame, every heartbeat carries further, as though the universe itself leans in to listen.

Crimson Myths Beyond the Emerald Isle

Though the Celts and Pagans shrouded the Blood Moon in prophecy and divine power, they were not alone. Across the world, under distant skies, other cultures lifted their eyes to the same crimson orb and heard the voices of their own ancient gods and spirits.

Norse Skies

In the icy legends of the North, the wolf Hati chased the moon across the heavens. When the moon turned red, it was said he had sunk his fangs into its flesh, staining it with blood. To the Norse, each Blood Moon was not simply an omen, but a rehearsal for Ragnarök, when the wolves would finally devour both sun and moon and plunge the world into chaos.

Mesoamerican Night

The Maya and Aztec gazed at the scarlet moon with reverence and dread. To them, the moon’s crimson face was tied to jaguars, guardians of the underworld and symbols of sacrifice. A Blood Moon was the sky itself demanding offering, reminding mortals that life and death danced in eternal exchange. Rituals and prayers would rise with the eclipse, keeping the cosmic balance intact.

Medieval Europe

In the shadowed centuries of plague and holy wars, a red moon was seen as divine wrath. Chronicles tell of monks and priests tolling bells to break the curse, fearing famine, pestilence or the fall of kings. To the common folk, it was a time to close windows and doors from the outside and frantically whisper prayers. The sight of the Blood Moon meant unseen energies walked abroad in the night.

What unites all these visions, whether The Morrigan, Norse wolves, Jaguar gods, or the wrath of Christian nations, is the recognition that the Blood Moon is no ordinary event. It is a cosmic rupture, a reminder that the heavens themselves can bleed.

Crimson Reflection

Even now, when we stand beneath its glow, we carry echoes of these ancient fears and reverences. The Blood Moon is a thread that binds us to every person who has ever lifted their gaze and wondered what fate the crimson shadow would bring.

The Blood Moon is not simply seen – we feel it it. It runs deep in our bones, through our blood, to the memory of those who stood before us. Whether omen or blessing, it is a reminder that we are woven into a greater story, one written in shadow and flame across the sky.

The Blood Moon is a mirror, showing us both our endings and our becoming. Like The Morrígan, it reminds us that shadow is not to be feared, but to be walked through. Only by embracing it can we emerge reborn, carrying the crimson fire within us.