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I recently had a dream that I visited an old sage and he had what appeared to be devil statues around his house. He honored them so deeply that they began to move on their own accord. I was not scared, but instead in a state of wonder. Why did this wise man have these statues? This was one entity I did not want to work with. And then I found a small white horn among this man’s gardens. I filled it with water and began feeding a Ganesha statue. I went inside and felt like feeding the devil statues. They drank and were surprised at my intent to give love to that I did not completely trust or understand. But that is what my duty is in life- to give love without conditions. Then one began to speak and we had conversations on how he is that which is wild, he represents nature which is neither black or white in ethics.

And then the next day, in my waking life, I came across something that I never thought I would again. When I was a teenager someone tried to kidnap me, twice. I mean these two instances were so extreme that I was seriously lucky to have gotten away. I’ve been suffering from some flash backs of those moments as an adult but I never knew who he was. All I knew was a car and a face. Well, the day after I had the devil dream I was driving around a small town that I used to live by and I saw the car. The same tiny, old, yellow car with Grateful dead stickers and a fake cop light. My heart skipped and I couldn’t believe that after all these years I had a chance to find out who it was- granted the original person never sold this car. I parked my car away from the house and walked around the block to the car to get a better look. The car was parked next to a beat up house and out came a man who began yelling at his dog. I couldn’t believe it- this man look like the man I had seen as a teenager, just aged about 15 years. I wrote down the license plate and address and walked back to my car, trying not to faint. As I drove away the man drove by in his yellow car, as if the universe wanted to doubly make sure I got my confirmation.

I don’t know what I am going to do with this information (it’s much too late to report anything- although I do worry about other kids in the area, but I can’t be 100% sure after 15 years), but I am really glad that the mystery of who this guy was is solved in my mind. There have been many, many people in my life who have done me wrongly. After a while I had eventually forgiven them all. I had found a way to feel compassion for them, even if I chose to no longer have them in my life. But this guy, remained unforgivable in my mind until I saw him again and saw how weak he really was. It is humans who take advantage of the primal powers of nature. Humans are the ones who drain the earth of her blood-oil, who take more gold then they need, who try to dominate the Earth and her creatures, who have weakened hearts that give in to addictions of the body and mind. We have forgotten that we are apart of Nature. We give into addictions because we like to be reminded of the primal powers within us. Some of us have forgotten that we can make wild animal love without alcohol or drift into a mind altering trance without drugs. Some of us have forgotten how to genuinely give and receive love unconditionally. In placing the ideas of evil outside of ourselves onto Nature we have separated ourselves from Nature and have become weakened and ignorant of what our true natures are and how we fit into all of creation. Thus how the old nature gods of paganism became the devil for the religions of new.

And today I come across this lovely song by chance, reminding me of what I have learned:

Lyrics:

Early one morning, around the first of May,
A man in black came walking, into a woodland glade,
Following the sounds of pipes on this beautiful Spring day,
High on the music that they made.
But what beheld him within that place?
A look of recognition fell across his face,
“Lucifer, oh Lucifer, why do you appear to me?
For I am a man of God, a priest.

(Chorus)
I’m no devil I’m Father to the land,
I have lived here since the Earth began,
Neither black nor white,
Priest hear what I say,
I’m green and grey.

The priest said, “Lucifer, Lucifer you lie so well,
I will pray unto my God, go back to the fires of Hell!
You fell from Heaven, and you fell from Grace.
You want dominion over this place.”
The Piper smiled, and to the priest he said,
“I was Lord of Animals, the Wild Hunt I led,
Until your God came here and with his jealous hand,
It was he who wanted dominion over this land.

The priest said, “All evil comes from your hand.”
The Piper said, “If evil is, it lies in the hearts of Man.”
“But you lead us, oh you tempt us, to rape, to steal, to kill!”
The Piper said, “Whatever happened to free will?”
Then the Grove lay empty, the priest told no one.
The blossom lay upon the thorn, the Piper’s tune was done.
And in the sunlit forest, the animals they bowed,
As the Piper lay his Goddess down.

-Written by Damh the Bard

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Where have all the mystics gone and why can’t they be seen?

Where are all the shadow men and singers to the trees?

Why are all these people gathering around a common sound,

When there is so much diversity in the world waiting to be found?

When can I escape to a wooded hidden home

Where folk who speak of magic safely may roam?

Why are those who are gifted  shunned from out of sight,

When we the people need their blessings and  insight?

When can we return to the doctors and the queens

Who can speak from our world into the great unseen?

I call out to the wild of places still unmet

Keep all of your secrets hidden there- because if we knew, we would forget.

Until one day when we all can meet as the lovers that we are,

and make new ways and reinvent how to love from afar,

May we hold our mysteries silent and deep and never surrender to

What others think we should be and what we are supposed to do.

For the path of the mystic can be like a mirror into the moon,

What is reflected is the truth of beauty, but logic taints it too soon.

-By Bonnie Waller (Cicada)

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snow moon

This Snow Moon I trekked to a nearby lake for a hike and a little bit of magic.

Tobacco and apple were given to the Guardian, an ancient Cottonwood who lives upon a hill, and a few healing prayers were spoken to the lake’s water, not quite melted yet from a recent snow. Once deep into the woods I carved out a diagram for myself to stand in and charged it with the directions. I’m not a huge fan of the cold, but snow does have it’s advantage when wanting to draw out circles to stand in.  Incense was offered to the west and a cycle of death and rebirth was reenacted upon the grounds still sleeping undernieth me.

snow moon 1

My sacred stones were taken out: The Shaman, The Queen, The Witch. I buried them in the snow, offered more tobacco and resurfaced them to dry in the sun.

February’s Snow Moon is like the last hour of one’s sleep: grasp on to the dreams and visions you have before you awaken! Soon the land will wake-up to the sweet smell of flowers and spring buds new.

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Eurus of the East

    Ravenous and cloudy.

Notus of the South

   Cloudy, moist, warm.

Zephyrus of the West

   Soft, pleasant, bringer of Spring.

Boreus of the North

Fierce and roaring. Binds water with frost.

Info from The Philosophy of Natural Magic: A Complete Work on Natural Magi, White and Black

by Heinrich Cornelius Agrippa, 1533

Click here for more information regarding the names and the Greek gods that they were identified as.

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So I am going to be writing something that may be controversial out there. My only disclaimer is, is that I respect everyone’s rights to have differing beliefs and am glad our world is as diverse as it is.

Here’s something that has been itching at me for a while about the wiccan/witch community: Many of us have do not believe in the supernatural.

When I met my first adult witch she informed me that witches do not actually fly on broom sticks. What??? I was saddened by this, however this woman taught me so much regarding spirituality, meditation and energy work that I in no way regret having met anyone else. Later on I of course learned that witches do fly on broom sticks during out of body experiences (which functions and feels exactly like flying in the physical), but a part of me still wants to be able to pick up a broom on this earth plane and fly off.

There is this theory that practicing magic in harmony with nature will result in natural consequences. For example, making a love charm and meeting the man of your dreams the next day still seems natural for it’s not like bam, he suddenly appeared in your bedroom once you did the spell. So what kind of magic can be done to result in seemingly unnatural results? Some would say forcefull, unfriendly magic, but I have a different take on it.

I believe many of us are afraid. Our minds would freak out if something supernatural were to actually occur. It’s wonderful to communicate with spirits empathically but our eyes have become clouded by our fears in order to see properly. There are so many books on witchcraft out there, but I find some of the oldest books to be the most challenging of our fears. Often it wasn’t groups of people challenging the witch during initiation, but it was the spirits themselves. The witch would go off alone to a wild place and meditate all night. Often this wild place would be a gravesight or haunted spot. The person would come out either a poet and spirit worker, a madman or never at all.

“Witch” is such a strong word. It deems a person capable of doing strong magic. Another downfall of being open to supernatural events is that many of us have been disapointed in the past. Maybe the fairy you once thought you saw never came out again. Maybe once you learned that Santa wasn’t real you stopped believing in the possibility of magic. However, if you are on this spiritual path I doubt that you have completely stopped believing in magic. However that which you have a hard time believing in will be unlikely to be percieved by you, but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist.

I remember that one of the reasons I felt off in my Christain spiritual community as a child is that my experiences did not fit into what I was supposed to believe. I had clear dream premonitions and it was looked strangely upon. I’m afraid it hasn’t changed much with the pagan community, too. Once at a pagan festival I dreamed that a racoon stole the bread in a different tent of mine in middle of the night. What do you think my family found in the morning? The plastic wrapper of our loaf of bread scattered and shredded in the woods behind our clearing.  When we fondly told people about it some looked at me in confusion or disbelief.

Remember why you wanted to be a witch in the first place? You felt the pull of mystery dancing in your blood. You wanted to feel the power of nature pounding in your veins.

Nature has very powerful forces. Asteroids colliding, tornadoes tearing, lightning flaming… powerful magic is natural, too. We just need to be aware that powerful magic will have powerful effects. Don’t forget about the mystery that first danced within you.

~Cicada

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The journey of the Heart takes us deep within our souls

and leads us to find that we are reflections of each other.

  One year ago from today a friend and I began the blog, Witching Wildwood and it fulfilled my outlet for all things spiritually witchy and kept track of our ritual adventures. Then something interesting happened along the way. The only words I can use to describe it is my heart expanded. I began to feel open to all paths of spirit. I began to see love as infinite.

I still adore the pagan path that I have been on since I was 11. I still honor the Goddess when the moonlight shines pale blue on a field of snow and when a deep cave reveals a secret crevice to me to rest and soak in her silence. I still sing of mystery and magic and feel the pull to greet the summer’s sun with bare feet dancing in dew-drip valleys. I still am a witch, and so Witching Wildwood will continue as always…

And now my spiritual path has led me to focus on something that is so expansive but simple that I felt the need to create an additional blog dedicated to it:

LOVE!

Feel free to join me in my new additional blog: Love is My Spirit

I want to explore love as Infinite Spirit. I want to celebrate people who have radiated this force so strongly that their actions helped shift the world, even if their action was so simple that it influenced just one person to open their own heart. I want to create and experiment with Love by awakening it in my own home, city and world community.

When we truly love, we are in harmony not only with our beloved but with all living things. Love is blind, insofar as it makes no distinctions but extends to everyone and everything.

-Living Yoga, edited by Gearg Feuerstein and Stephen Bodian

I have began dreaming about all different religions. I feel like peeling off a COEXIST bumpersticker and adhering it to my soul. How can I live more alive and serve love? How can I channel this energy that is an extension of the connection between us all? These are the questions I am asking.

In this blog I also post up my public art pieces that inspire positivity. I’m planning on having an adventurous year doing these anonymously in my community and am wanting to feature other people who do the same! Welcome!

Many Blessings for your 2013 and Happy One Year Birthday to Witching Wildwood!

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mistletoe king

Father Winter has come upon us here in the Midwest United States. He has been screaming all night in the high winds. He has been flashing through the lightning-bolt-lit blizzard sky. Our first snow of the year, he has come triumphantly on his steed of snow and chariot of ice.

My husband became stranded in a snow drift in middle of the street for four hours last night. A plow truck tried to pull him out but failed. Another plow truck tried to rescue him and leave the car, but it became stuck. Finally someone was able to at least drive by and pick him up, but the highway to our small town was then closed so he spent the night at my sisters.

Once I knew he was safe I praised the gods! The candle I had lit for his safety during those hours was blown out and I got out my god statue and painted him in white with mistletoe on his drum and evergreen on his clothing. I slipped into song and let the restless world pulse through me. A blizzard the night before Yule and the night before some say will be the end of our world, how fitting! I sang for the safety of everyone trying to get home in the snow. I prayed for peace and for the returning of light. The harp was pulled out and other songs were written while my altar glowed of candle light.

In the morning I awoke naturally at 4:30 and sang to Green Tara for compassion on this landmark day. Now the sun is coming up and I will sing with my children as it dawns.   Many Blessings World.

 

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There are little things we try to do to remind us of our unique and authentic spirits that pull us through the year. As Pagans, we celebrate the seasons in ritual, food, crafts, community and decoration. The Wheel of the Year helps us realize the cyclical turning of life and how we must respect patterns in all of the creatures’ inherent nature.

There are some traditions that I have been doing for many years. Some I have started when I was a teenager. Some I started as a young adult. Some I might start next year! The important thing is to continue to do these traditions that help give your life some cohesion and add to your personal power. Pagan or not, having spiritual traditions gives us a sense of connection.

Just thought I would share with my readers some of my favorite personal traditions. I would love to hear about anyone elses!

1. The first dandelion I see at the beginning of the year I have to pick. This has led to some interesting adventures of parking my car in awkward spots and walking a ways to pick the dandelion that I saw while driving. Usually, the first dandelion I see, though, is in my own yard. Reason: Luck for year.  (Age I started: really young, can’t remember)

2. At least once a year, catch an autumn leaf as it falls off of a tree before it hits the ground. This is harder than it seems! When I was going through my initiation with the element Air, I was taught this game. It is really fun. (Age I started: 20)

3. Each year I need to jump over a young cornstalk before it grows too high for me to jump over. (age began: 11)

4. At harvest, I need to find a “corn baby”, which is basically a cob that was left in the field and forgotten to be picked. (Age started:11).

5. Once a year I need to streak in an open field. This always happens to a certain day of the year, but I may write more about that  in a later post. (Age started: 12)

So basically these are simple tasks but depending on the weather conditions and other factors, it can become quite a burden to complete, but it is still important for me to do. Call me superstitious (which is fine because I am a person who believes in reading the signs that the universe provides), but I feel like if I don’t do these that it will negatively impact my year. Overall, though, I love to do these things and I look forward to when they occur.

~Cicada

image from:

forums.steves-digicams.com

 

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Greetings out there my pagan friendly fellows,

As you may know, this weekend many of us witchies have celebrated Mabon- the second harvest festival for the wheel of the year. It is a great time to be thankful for what is blossoming and coming to fruit in life and to honor the balance of dark and light with the solar equinox.

I hope everyone had a great celebration… and if you haven’t, don’t feel bad, a simple “Thank you Universe!” would suffice…

I have no idea why today’s blog is in a letter form, but it is too late to not go with it, so I will continue…

What did I do for Mabon? I am so glad you asked. I currently am sipping hot cocoa and waiting for my two year old to finally fall asleep so my husband and I can go out to the backyard and sit by a bonfire.

And as for what I did before this moment?

I started off my festivities by driving out to Tulie’s house. I came across a homeless couple who needed directions to the nearest gas station. I so so so badly wanted to just have them jump in my car and drive them there, but I have to stay realistic about the world I am living in right now. Instead, I got to Tulie’s house, we made them up some food and drove it to them with directions. I pray they are doing well.

Then, Tulie and I went wildflower and pokeberry hunting! Pokeberries are in season and they are used to make banishing ink. They are poisonous, so beware of that if you harvest them. Wildflowers are in abundance around here, also. Goldenrod (magickal use: good fortune) and Black Eyed Susan (courage and protection from negativity) are in bloom so we picked bouquets and added dark purple Curled Dock and clover blossoms to the mix.

Our ritual began with drumming and a focus on what we were thankful for. As soon as we began, however, a columbine started up in the bean field next to her yard and we had to run from the big cloud of dirt and plant chips flying out as it began to drive by to harvest. This was fitting, a big reminder that it is a harvest festival! We ran as much ritual stuff as possible out to her ancient oak tree, away from the columbine, and finished up there. We drew thank-you cards for Infinite Spirit and burned them for the smoke to send our prayers. We offered a few pokeberries to the underworld by means of placing some in the hollowed out trunk of the tree and asked for our spirits to open to the reality that winter was on its way. Strength, patience and hope is always needed during the colder months.

Then, we made pokeberry ink by smashing all of the berries, straining the liquid into glass and adding a bit of vinegar as a preservative. I’m thinking the ink will  come in handy soon to banish any winter blaws. Although many tend to stay away from banishing magick, it can be an extremely positive thing in order to clear the way for blessings to flow.

Back at home my daughter helped me set up our family altar in our backyard labyrinth. I had her hunt for natural items that would correspond to the elements for the altar as I heated up some apple cider in a tea kettle inside the house. Then, everyone drew a picture or wrote what they were thankful for on paper. My toddler drew four scribbles and told us it was each of us.

Our ritual was simple but sweet. Our daughter rang a bell to call in the Lord and Lady and our son sprinkled water in each direction. We told each other what our papers said and burned them while sipping warm cinnamon cider. To my surprise our toddler didn’t mind his drawing going up in flames. We ended the ritual with big hugs and a family photo and then we went back inside to eat spaghetti and play jinga.

The Sun sets in the West

The Moon, She rises in the East

The Child is born from the Darkness

The Corn is cut from the sheath.

We give Thanks to the East

We give Thanks to the West

We give Thanks to the Mother-

Night at Rest.

We give Thanks to the East

We give Thanks to the West

We give Thanks to the Father-

Sun on the Nest.

          Many Blessings to you Dear Reader,

                                                 And Many Thanks for Listening,

                                                                                    ~ Cicada~

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Here in the Midwest, there are many plants to choose from to wildcraft. What is wildcrafting? It means to retrieve plants from a wild growth. If you lack a green thumb like I do, this is one way to ensure that you can have access to the plants you need for spiritual and physical needs.

When taking a plant, be a nice witchy and ask permission from the plant. Use your intuition and listen to what the plant has to say. It is also a good idea to give an offering in exchange. Tobacco, sage or cornmeal is great for this. A sharp blade is best to use in order to keep the harm and stress on the plant to a minimum. I have heard that a boline with a copper blade is good because the metal  does not suck up the plant spirit like the other magnetic metals do. However, I haven’t had much luck in obtaining one.

Also, keep in mind what the plant has been exposed to in the area you find it. If the plant is by a farmer’s field think again about taking it because of the pesticides used in the area.

Now to talk about two plants I wildcraft>>>

Mullein

This is one plant spirit that I always have on hand. For spirit medicine, it has been used as a smudge throughout history to restore nature back to it’s pristine state that was disturbed due to man-made influence. I use it to smudge areas that need healing after deforestation or construction sites. I also use it often to smudge myself. I am natural. My body is part of the earth. Therefor, when I feel over-stressed from being in crowds or when I feel out of touch with this naturalness, I smudge with mullein. ~~~I also use mullein as a tea to get rid of colds.

Look for soft, fuzzy cluster of leaves growing on the ground in the spring. By the end of summer it grows to six feet high with a huge “pole” sticking up  that has yellow flowers sometimes blooming. This “pole” is also called “Hecate’s Torch”. When dried it can be burned in Samhain rituals and used as a torch to escort you to an underworld journey. I find this plant usually growing in areas where there is not much competition for sunlight like ditches and beaches.

Catnip

Catnip has this really interesting effect on cats, but people rarely know about the effects it can have on humans, too! When steeped as a tea it can have a great calming effect that eases one into trance. The tea is great for insomnia and soothing the nerves after a stressful day with the added bonus of easily allowing access to a meditative state.

Like mullein, catnip is easy to identify once you get to know this plant. However, there is an added bonus with catnip in being able to identify it by it’s very strong smell due to it being in the mint family. I find this often wildly growing under pine trees.

~Cicada

(wildcraft illustrations from: fineartamerica.com)

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