🌾 The Season of the Second Sight...

Hello, fellow seeker—

You who walk the liminal lines,
You who hear the fields whisper—listen now.

September doesn’t knock.
It slips in sideways, wrapped in wind and dusk and memory.
It arrives as a hush between heartbeats, a ripple beneath your skin, a shimmer at the edge of the cornfield that wasn’t there the moment before.

This is not just a month.
It’s a threshold disguised as time.

You’re standing at the gate of Mabon now (September 22)—where light and dark hold each other’s gaze in the mirror. Where the Sun pauses. Where you’re asked not to choose, but to witness.

But first comes the shadow-sign:

🌕 September 7: A Corn Moon eclipsed.
Blood-bright. Blunt. Binding.
This is no moon for manifesting—it’s a moon that unmakes.
An ancient undoing. A key turned backwards.

And then…
The Libra New Moon on the 21st—gentle, yes.
But not soft.
This one recalibrates the scale. Demands harmony, not appeasement. Offers balance, but only if you're willing to pay the toll.

Virgo watches all.
She sharpens the blade, sorts the grain from the chaff, reminds you:
There’s still work to do before the descent.

This month’s rites are not for the faint. They’re for the remembering.
The harvest is not only wheat—it’s every forgotten part of you you’re finally ready to reclaim.

The veil rustles.
The spellbook stirs.
The vault creaks open.

September has secrets to share.
Let’s go gather them.

Much love,

Kent Schroer
The Dark Primordial

P.S. The ritual vault opens soon. Tread softly—you’re not the only one who’s listening.