Today I sing a song for the future, and I place it on the wind. I entrust it to our Gods, to play with and carry, to hold for my children's children and their children as well. I sing songs of love for you, dear ones, of hope for the world you will inherit. I sing you songs of strength, that you may know that even though the way is hard, you never walk it alone. For even though we may be separated by time, I am with you always, whispering on the wind, singing to your heart.
I sing you songs of peace, to comfort you in times of distress and to remind you of your ancestors, of your people, and the beautiful lineage that exists in family. I sing you songs of joy and delight, for your triumphs are mine just as my successes now belong to you.
I sing for you, dear one, and I place it on the wind. Hear my words in the gentle rustling of the tree leaves, in the hum of the breeze through the reeds. Feel my love and joy for you as the wind caresses your face and plays with your hair.
Today I sing a song for the future.
Fairly take and fairly give. Balance must be preserved, and only a complete idjit won't say thank you when help that was asked for was received.
When dealing with one's Gods and other etheric entities, what one gives back can truly be most anything. While, granted, certain Deities do have things They prefer as offerings, saying "thank you" can be done through various means.
On this day do I stand before the sacred altar calling forth our Gods.
On this day do I call upon Them for strength, courage, resolution in my convictions and to remember such.
I call upon you my Lovely Lady and Darling Lord, to remind me of Your constant presence in my life.
Let me stand strong. Let me feel my own strength. Let others acknowledge my strength.
You are only ever just a breath away.
With You I do stand tall.
 My backyard -notice the lack of Wisconsin Winter? The weather, as of late, is troubling to me. I live in Wisconsin, and Winter is generally a harsh time. To say it is cold is an understatement when more often than not, venturing outside for more than a few minutes is to risk frost bite. There’s rarely any powder snow as the cold tends to make it freeze, rendering it hard, crunchy, sharp. Winter is a time of the Crone, of remembering our mortality, of taking stock, and letting go. But this year, when it’s nearly Imbolc and we’ve just gotten snow, I’m finding it hard to adjust to this change in the energy currents.
Solar energies were off all last year; I’m sure I mentioned that elsewhere. And this made living in tune with the cycles of Nature to be rather difficult, as the rhythm was so different from the norm. Sabbat energy failed to peak as it should, and even Full Moon energy seemed off, as if the Lady was distracted, concerned for Her lover and His unusual behavior.
Friday the 13th is a day surrounded with superstition. In fact, aside from Halloween, it might be the day that more kids break into cemeteries with Ouija boards than any other day of the year. Yet, the unluckiness of this day was unheard of prior to the 1800's and while no one is really quite sure just why Friday the 13th is believed to be so misfortunate, there are several thoughts as to why.
Samhain always leaves me feeling restless. The stark altar, mementos of our Dead, promise that all must pass firstly that which cannot be sustained. Never fails to unnerve me. But, this year was not as bad as last. Last year the three Harvests each required a sacrifice, this year they merely brought reminders, sort of a Universal nod acknowledging that we gave, suffered, and that it is still time to move on: naught more need be given now but effort.
It's strange, when you finally find yourself no more at a crossroads, no more faced with choices, decisions, just the path laid straight before you. It makes you falter. All the time spent in unsurity, to now know what needs to be done and to merely need only to do it.... I'm at a loss for words. Ah, I'm complaining of knowing what to do. lol
The way magick works, when the Witch wishes to accomplish something, they send the energy out there, give the Universe a nudge, then withdraw and wait. It is the same when the Universe brings about a change. The energy is sent out, patterns changed, we are given a nudge, but then the Universe and the energy withdraw, and we are left to do the work --to keep the ball rolling.
That's where I'm at right now. The push was given, the energy built, the inspiration filled me and I know exactly what I have to do. But...
In closing, my darling son will be 5 years old tomorrow. Happy Birthday, Titus, my sweet darling boy!!!
It's raining again. The Wind has been relentless, and the energies of late are wreaking havoc on my emotions and my dreams. The veil thins too quickly this year and all seem to be effected, even non-magickal/witchy folk. A woman I work with, self-proclaimed "superstitious" and Southern Reformed, has been bringing Blessed Oil to work every day now, anointing some of the residents of the group home. The crazy are being a little more crazy lately and paranormal activity is picking up everywhere. Everyone I've talked to is reporting unusually bizarre dreams.
Solar energies have been nothing but strange this year, and magickal workings have been unpredictable the past few months for many I've talked to. Energy patterns are not following their usual courses. This entire year has been unusual, flexing, churning. I've heard a few theories as to why, but it's hard to prove anything, let alone gather enough supporting evidence, when you're dealing with occult matters.
Do feel free to share anything you've noticed, any insights you may have. I'm leery of what Samhain will bring. The Dark Moon worries me less as this seems to be primarily solar based. I know things will be more stable next year, better by 2013, felt that since end of 2009; these past two years are/have been changing ones.
It's time, now, to try to stay grounded, to hold onto one's center, to lock it down and hold on.
This time of year is always one of quiet reflection for me, almost pensive were it not for the larger sense of awe that blots out the sadness and primal survival instincts kicking in, as well.
The Winds are relentless now, ripping at the trees, tearing at my hair, demanding that all that cannot be sustained be released, all that does not benefit be gotten rid of; They demand we let go in order to be strong.
I am not a warrior. I am not a fighter. Mind you, I can be rather feisty at times, am most certainly a tad argumentative, am more stubborn than is possibly beneficial, and may bite just for fun. But, I am not a champion, nor a knight on a white horse; I am not Princess Leia.
The Five of Swords has repeatedly come up in Tarot readings as of late. I am hoping that I am the Sword holder, because it's a long walk to the Sea and I've forgotten how to swim at this point. No indications either way, but things feel positive, hopeful, dry. But that doesn't change the fact that this section of road is more than a little bumpy, full of potholes, and most certainly harboring thieves in the bushes.
Kids and crafts naturally go hand-in-hand, and magickal crafts are no exception! Making charms, such as amulets, talismans, and wards, are a great way to not only teach your children magick but to recognize that magick is a part of every day life.
Children are naturally tactile: they like to feel things, be it touching objects with their hands, or feeling the movements of their bodies as they dance and run about. Keeping their hands active is a great way to keep them interested and focused, focused enough to notice the slight energy changes that occur when they really concentrate.
I am a big fan of salt-dough. It's easy to make and lends itself well to a wide variety of projects. But, best of all, making it can easily be rendered a magickal process and it can be used to make magickal objects. Scrying bowls, candle holders, offering bowls, and Sabbat decorations are all possibilities. This is is an example of using salt-dough to make magickal charms.
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