Imbolc:season of the Youthful Crone

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Often we find ourselves taking this time of year for granted. It’s after the hubb-bub of the holidays, often we take a step back and are just glad we made it through the chaos of dinners,family,and gift giving. So when good ol’ january gets here…then febuary we forget to enjoy this season of quiet. Its in this time that we can recharge and recoup. But all too often folks dread this season. I suppose its the lack of light or the lack of perceptible life. But in truth, i think, its the fact that we are no longer distracted from the face in the mirror. No pretty flowers,or errands to do, no lawns to mow or picnics to be had…just that face staring back at you.

 

   So what do we do? We get depressed and we waste time. But my dear witches, and pagans, this season is very important this is the season of, what i call, the Youthful Crone. this is the time of wisdom in potentia. it is not in the movement that dance is beautiful, its in the open spaces between motion. Its only after darkness that light has meanings,life has purpose only when faced with death. So how do we harness this raw potential? Personal spiritual journeys AKA crossing the hedge and preparing ourselves for the coming year of magical work and spiritual travel.

 

  Traditionally this time of year new witches were initiated and new tools are dedicated. At this time of year i go through several little rituals all leading up too Imbolc. The first is i clean my home physically. Yup witchcraft involves house work! Everything gets done right down to alphabetizing my books. Once thats done (and it takes a while my house is as messy as my mind) it all gets cleansed spiritually. I start at the backside of my home in the eastern most corner, and in a clockwise direction, i smudge the house. Ah did i mention all the windows and doors need to be open? I didn’t did i…sorry yes every things gotta be open. The old year has to be allowed to flee. Now i smudge the entire house. Then i aspirge it with salted water. So now we hit it up with all the “classical” elements. Finally we bless the house, close all the doors and windows and on each one you anoint it with either blessing oil, or olive oil thats been prayed over. Personally i place a few runes on each door and window but hey, do whats right for you.

 

   Next i need to recharge,or make new wards for the house. For those unaware, Wards are magical barriers for you or your home. A witch’s bottle is a type of ward spell. Personally i dont use witch bottles. Just never have…i think the idea of pissing in a bottle bothers me. I use an old hill folk ward, because it makes sense to me from a scientific perspective. Get yourself 4 old rail road spikes and drive them into the four corners of your property. Railroad spikes are made of Iron…just plain ol’ iron. Iron grounds out any negativity, be it a spell or otherwise, directed at your home. So each year i pull them up, rebless them,charge them and plant’em again.

 

  Now finally i cleanse,bless,and dedicated my ritual tools. And each year i rededicated myself too the witching way. How each witch does this is their own business and is as privet, i feel, as a lover announcing their love for the first time. I also create new charms or items to be used for charms at this time of year.

 

  For those who read my blog often, you’ll know i had a child last year. She was Born Sept. 29,2013 and was 6lb 15 ounces. She is growing fast and a handful. But if i can manage it i will be tring to blog a bit more specific details on said charms and hopefully, leading up too Imbolc, i will post my personal Imbolc ritual.

in theory this is the order of the blogs:

spinning the web, using thread spinning in magic

Wards, how they work, what they are

Intoning: your voice in magic

Imbolc: Ritual too the Cailleach

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Presenting Miss Autumn Rose

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A New Home For The Conjurewoman

Well, as of the first week of October my self and my partner will be moving into a new home. This is some thing we are both ever so glad for since the apartment we have been in is well, a hell hole. We actually plan on tipping off the city and state housing inspectors about the property once we move. So for a while now we have been looking for a new home, when this one just sort of fell in our laps (Thank You Mother and Lord Hunter for pushing us in the right direction!)

This will mark my 140th move into a new home. I grew up practically as a gypsy. Something my mother to this day jokes about. My grandmother use to say , “Girl, i aughten’ud let those damn gypsy sprinkle that dirt yur shoe heels.”

As an adult witch though, i have learned there is a process to moving and having a happy home once one has done so. So now i make my check list: Greet spirits of the land (already done so), bring offering of honey,wine,and corn meal. Make the home clean and free of previous negative interactions, Bless the home and ask the blessings of the Might Dead upon our new home. Movie in, then ward like hell.

My partner and i will also be living with my some-day-to-be-mother-in-law. So i plan on warding the house against drama (from her ex) and my Partners lovely family and friends. An Anti-drama/gossip spell will the placed on the home as well as a general good luck and protection ward.

Im very much looking forward to moving. This home has a wood stove in both the house and garage. I’m looking forward to seeing what the Fates choose to show me in those flames late at night, when everyone else sleeps. The property also has several large old Oak trees, dear sisters of the branch and bud, i look forward to getting to know them.

It also has several large, already prepared, flower beds. I can’t wait to grow some herbs and veggies next season. I look forward to several seasons in this new home, several moons, speaking with the ancestors, and getting to know the land there better.

The Second Sight: Not What You Think

At this time of the Dark Moon, traditionally a time of inner magic, i would like to talk about the second sight.  I grew up in a gifted family. All the women on my mother’s side have the Sight. My mom often spoke of seeing spirits as if they were right there infront of her. My grandmother was often consulted for good “advice”. For many years i thought, perhaps, there was some thing wrong with my Sight, because i didn’t see things as if they were right there in front of me.

My anxiety became worse as i read books about the occult, wicca, witchcraft and the like. These authors wrote as if they saw things with their very eyes! In a literal fashion. Me, i saw things… best as i can describe it, behind my eyes. It really feels as though i am seeing with the backside of my eyes.  As the years passed, however, i began to realize that, no matter how i was seeing, what i was seeing was real. My first real experiance with the Sight, and witchcraft as a matter of fact, came when i was about 7 or 8 years old.

My family moved in with my Aunt and Uncle in a 200 year old mansion in Grand Rapids Michigan.  The plan was for my dad to swoop in for the save in my Uncles failing company. My Aunt had a penchant for hopeless old homes. Now i don’t blame her i love older homes, but this one was practically unsaveable for some one of our means.  The first time we walked through it, i knew some thing was…off. I had been instructed by my mother how to handle unwanted spiritual entities. Don’t fear them and you give them no power, but at 7 years old, thats kinda hard to do.

The house its self was dilapidated to the point of almost falling in in some areas. There was a whole in the roof big enough to drop an elephant through. Half the walls were cracked like the house of Usher, and the coal heaters  hadn’t worked in almost a century.  As my mom and i walked through, one of the first things i saw was a poppet half burned in the fireplace. (i was young but not stupid i knew a “voodoo doll” when i saw one) at 7, yea that creeped me out!

Later, in the attic we found a witches ladder, and the most frightening thing was the, as ive dubbed it, “coven room” in the basement. In this room there were shackles on the walls (real ones folks) blood on the floors and a whole pile of bones in the fire place. On one walls was a Baphomet poster and in the center of the room a large cauldron. Now with the knowledge i have now, i would have swipped these items for my own, but at 7 my Sight was going nuts. I could feel that these people hadn’t known half of what they thought they did.

They opened some thing and never closed it. I saw shadow people in this place all the time. I would hear laughter and crying in various rooms. I had a man whisper in my ear and would smell food cooking when there was none. This place was my Sight baptism by fire.  I also think it was in this place that i first began to feel a kinship with witchcraft.

But my anxiety was not over, after a few years of practicing wicca i began to be drawn to hedgewitchery. I wanted to learn to cross the hedge or the barrier between our world and the various spiritual realms. As i read books on the topic, and some websites, people spoke as if they were almost physically interacting with other wordly beings. When i tried to cross i found that it was very much like lucid dreaming for me. i was still somewhat aware of the world around me physically, but was also aware of a world within me.

I was constantly frustrated because i felt i wasnt fully immersing in the journey. I felt like i was failing some how. Until i started to actually speak with other real hedge witches. All bullshit aside, most shamans will tell you you will, for the most part, remain aware of the world around you. Though, as i had, you will fell almost drugged like you are aware of your body but not fully able to effect it. you’ll know you are crossed when things and people react in a manner you know you would not have thought of.

I also want to confirm for some out there, that those weird moments, when something pops in your head for seemingly no reason then boom it comes true. Yeah, that is the Sight. For instance, i once had an image of my ex husbands face pop in my head with an angery look and he was walking away from me. A few days later he was walking out my door to go see his mistress with that look on his face because we had had a fight. Trust those flashes and you will have them more and more often the more you trust them.

So in short this post is to help those who are shacky on the whole Sight things. You aren’t alone, just trust your guts and you’ll be on the right track.