I held off doing my outdoor evocation until evening today because I had the sudden desire to speak with the Moon. In particular I wanted to speak to the waxing crescent. I was in luck, tomorrow the moon would be first quarter, so this was the last evening of waxing crescent!
I prepared a reclining garden chair and pentacle so that the chair faced the moon with the pentacle between them. I wrapped up in warm clothes for April evenings in the Scottish highlands can be a little nippy.
To begin with I sat staring at my pentacle, listening to the beautiful evening song of a black-bird. For a moment I thought I was feeling sick of looking at the pentacle, but then I corrected myself, remembering what the Green Doll had told me earlier today.
“No, I am not sick of you, I’m growing to love you.” I told the pentacle, “The sickness I feel is my fear of love. I must stop thinking of it as a sign I am sick of someone, just as I am getting to love them.”
I then managed to perform the gazing successfully and feeling the trance I slowly reclined my chair such that I could comfortably gaze at the moon.
“Hello Diana, can you hear me?”
“Hello, yes I can hear you.”
“I was yours in the past, but I turned my back on you for a while.”
“You were always one of mine. B was right about that, but she was wrong to think she could take you from me. She was also wrong about me wanting your testicles. One of them was an ovary anyway.”
“You mean that it really was an ovary?”
“What does it matter, that is where it ended up before the surgery.”
“For a time I saw you as my anima.”
“You modelled your anima on your understanding of me then. And your understanding of anima then. You need to develop your anima to improve your relationship with women. For that matter, as third gender you need to develop your animus to improve your relationship with men. Since a third gender is neither man nor woman, it has both an anima and an animus. You naturally see both binary sexes as other. Of course, men and women have something like an anima/animus for the androgyne, but Jung wasn’t ready to see that. In fact even that threefold model would be a simplification, but at least it would be an improvement on the binary.”
“Is there anything you want me to do for you?”
“Once you have fully developed your anima, make a sculpture of me using your new found understanding of woman.”
“Okay, I will.”
Suddenly there was a strong chill gust of wind that rustled the branches of the trees and made a loud cold sounding whistle. The wind chime rattled uncontrollably and I felt Diana leave my head. The evocation was over and I returned my gaze to the pentacle by shifting my chair slowly back to the upright position.