Dark Moon Magic

When the sky goes black, the Witch stirs.

The Tone of the Dark Moon

The Dark Moon is when there is no reflection, no silver face shining back at us — just the velvet void. Many fear it. Many whisper it is “empty” or “without power.” That’s bullshit. The Dark Moon is not absence, it is concentration. It’s the raw current stripped of illusion, the moment the tide pulls all the way out and leaves you face to face with the bones beneath.

For some witches, this phase feels disorienting. For others, like me, it’s electric. This is where I thrive — buzzing with unseen energy, sharp, alive. The Dark Moon invites you into the chthonic: to speak with ancestors, to practice necromancy, to sit with your shadow self and dig up the truths you’ve buried. Think of it as the Waning Moon’s final descent, only deeper, sharper, hungrier.

Love

Dark Moon love magic isn’t about drawing new hearts; it’s about confrontation. This is the time to face what’s festering in a relationship. Hidden resentments, buried fears, unspoken truths — pull them up and put them on the table. If you’re single, work with this phase to ask yourself why. What wounds or beliefs are standing between you and intimacy?

A working: Write down the fears, doubts, or toxic beliefs that eat at your relationships. Fold the paper away from you, burn it, and scatter the ash. As the smoke rises, whisper: “I release what festers. Only truth remains.”

Wealth / Abundance / Prosperity

Here the Dark Moon doesn’t hand you money — it digs out the beliefs that keep you from it. Sit with the shadows of your upbringing: Were you told money is evil? That there’s never enough? That wealth is only for others?

Use this phase to name those scripts and annihilate them. Write each one down, call the Dark Moon’s current into your hands, then rip the words apart and bury them. You’re not just banishing debt here — you’re banishing the thought-patterns that cling to poverty.

Protection

Dark Moon protection is not gentle. Sometimes safety means war. This is the time to trap your enemy inside their own unresolved shit. Bind them to their nightmares, or drag them into their personal hell where they’re too tangled in their own shadows to bother you.

You can also fix the Dark Moon’s current into objects — marbles, pins, even jacks from a child’s game. Charge them with this energy, and they become landmines for anyone who means you harm. Keep them in your bag, under your threshold, or toss them on unfriendly ground.

Healing

This is the phase of raw healing — the kind that cracks you open. The Dark Moon leaves us vulnerable, tender, easily moved to tears. Use it. Journey inward, call forth your inner child, and ask what wounds need to be faced. Hold that child, heart to heart, and let the Dark Moon’s current flow between you. This is shadow work healing, the kind that hurts but finally clears the infection.

Malediction

The Dark Moon is prime time for baneful work. Curses seeded here run deep. This is when you call the ancestors, the restless dead, or the chthonic gods to lend their weight. Send nightmares, sow confusion, or build generational bindings that dig in for the long haul.

One idea: create a poppet and place inside it a slip of paper naming your target’s deepest fear. Charge it under the Dark Moon and bury it in graveyard dirt. Let the dead deliver your message.

Witchlings

Children feel the Dark Moon too, and it doesn’t have to be frightening. Channel it into play. Get out the art supplies and make masks together — masks of their shadows, their imaginary friends, their secret selves. This gives them a safe way to name and explore feelings that might otherwise overwhelm them.

Another idea: set a place at the table for their imaginary friend, ancestor, or spirit companion. Let them practice honoring unseen allies, learning that what’s invisible is not the same as unreal.

The Dark Moon is not a void to be avoided — it is a well to be entered. Here you confront, banish, bind, release, and heal. Here you sharpen your witch-sense in the dark. This is where the deviant thrives: teeth bared, eyes open, unafraid of the night.