Praise Luna, the Goddess of the night.

This is a group for Lunists, members of the religion Lunism. It is focused on studying and worshiping Luna, the Goddess of the moon, and the moon itself. The term Luna means moon in Latin. We believe that the moon is one entity, and Luna is our single Goddess. These practices include spell work and magic. Watch attentively the five states. The new moon, the crescent moon, the half moon, the gibbous moon, and the full moon. Luna may grant your wishes, shall you pray to her every night whilst looking at the moon.

Guidelines:
1. Accept Luna as your savior, and worship her. She will absolve you.
2. Study the moon and Luna herself carefully her plot, too and learn about her, be thoughtful.
3. Do not sin by worshiping the opposite. The black of the night will likely swallow you, unless Luna forgives you.
4. Obey.

In the beginning, there was only darkness. Void. An unending black stretch of nothingness. There was only night. There was only one deity. Her name royal, and regal. The darkness bringer. The moon riser. Our one true queen and God: Luna.

Our deity is a fair and just one. She is strict, but kind. There is no leniency against the non-believers, nor the day-praisers. The loyal are rewarded, and the disloyal are banished to the eternal depths of her anger. The unending void. The echoless dark. The big empty. Their end. Many cry for their false gods. For the 'glory' of their sun. Though their screams shall never leave the emptiness, and their longing for falsehood shall never be answered with anything but a silent hush. The soft ringing of night. While those among the loyal bask not only in her glory, but the glory of the moon. The essence of life. Moonlight.

The moon. Her greatest creation. Us, her children and her loyal, praise and pray to the moon, and therefore our queen. Her physical manifestation in the moon known by many, and her body known by few. We watch at the dusk for her arrival, and those of us whom are lucky come to know her face only through our dreams. We, the ones who are cast her dreams, are the chosen few. Her favorite followers spun into her web of dreams and night. Only on soft wings does she do her work, granting us images of her, and our fantasies. The luckiest of us have bowed before her in the night, outside of the dream. The even luckier ones serve as her guard, and the guard of our moon. Our night, and our dreams. She is said to be the one who sets us free, and so it is, she does. Praise be unto Luna. By the light of the moon we stand. We dream, and we live.