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Samhain… the one night of the year where I don’t care how busy I am or how late it is… meeting with my community of witches and journeying to the Underworld is going to happen!

We were all busy that day: I had school till 9pm. Tulie had Trick-or-Treat with her kids. JJ was still in the process of moving out of her house. It did not matter, because come storm or sleet, we were meeting! Tulie and I have been meeting every Samhain night since we were 12 years old.

We do something a bit crazy on good old Samhain… we find a cornfield and we.. we… run around naked in it! Every year I am secretly dreading it the day of. It is so damn cold outside and I’m admittedly a wimp about the cold, but once we are out there running around with the air kissing our thighs I am in love. We shout to the moon and sing blessings to the earth. We renew our spirits and recharge our magic for the next year.

When we go back into the house we are huffing, our lungs burning and our skin tingling. From here the transition is made into ritual space and we dance, drum, sing and call to the spirits of our ancestors and the land.

Hecate, Kali and Oya was honored last night in accordance to our own Dark Goddesses we work with. The circle became heavy with the presence of many spirits. I’m sure our guardians was extra-alert for any mischievous Otherkind last night.

At this point, we were all in a deep trance and ready to move onto the next Samhain tradition. One at a time we approached the altar and knelt in front of the Underworld poison… a deep crimson juice of pomegranate, and we drank of it deeply. Reenacting our deaths, we stumbled onto our resting place already prepared. The other remaining priestesses covered the now motionless body with blankets stained in pokeberry juice and ornate celtic knots.

We journeyed to the Underworld to receive our personal messages for the following year. Time seemed to be non-existent. Our gods showed us our path and prepared us for the upcoming winter. These visions feed us through the new year.

When we are reborn into the circle we awaken from our graves and approach the altar. There, laid before us, is all of the major arcana Tarot cards face down and mixed up. Still in a trance state we choose one to see what the theme for the following year will be. This year I received the Sun, which actually fit perfectly with my Underworld vision.

As the ritual winded down we chanted one of my Crone songs to the beat of Tulie’s buffalo skin drum. The night was a success and we departed with warm smiles and hugs.

 

Lyrics to my Samhain song,

We are Witches Three

by Cicada/Bonnie Waller

We are witches three 

 we have a holiday,

when we go skyclad

in the fields we pray.

We are witches three

My brother do not fear,

We only honor

the ending of our year.

We are witches three

Watch us part the veil

Out through the mists

The spirits we do hail.

We are witches three

You think we are pretend,

Won’t you join us

dancing with the dead?

 

Now to show off the awesome El Dia De Los Muertos altar at Western Illinois University:

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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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