The path before you is dark. It’s strange and yet oddly inviting. The temptation is too great. Do not resist, surrender. You begin your descent into the abyss. Only the light of the entrance’s torch illuminates the first few steps. The journey becomes darker and darker as the light slowly dies. You push forward and… Continue reading Stepping into darkness…
*I totally stole the title from Old Crow Medicine Show’s haunting ballad, Tennessee Pusher. Have a listen won’t you? It’s quite enchanting. I’ve always have intrigued by crows. Even as a child I would watch, with awe, as they flew black against the grey, unforgiving skies of winter, screeching out into the void. Mysterious, loyal, cunning,… Continue reading As three crows circle a dead tree…
There’s a lady in my town who I’ve always been envious of. She seems to have the perfect life, beautiful home, and just is plain out fancy. I find myself, on occasion, driving down her street to admire her home and her picturesque landscaping. I imagine what life must be like on the inside of… Continue reading Of being wild…
Enjoy tonight witches! Run, dance, shape-shift, fly… it’s your night for mischievous fun.. use it well. I’m off for some drumming and a dab or two of flying ointment… keep the bale-fires lite until I return. Beltane blessings to you all!
“Up on their brooms the Witches stream, Crooked and black in the crescent’s gleam; One foot high, and one foot low, Bearded, cloaked, and cowled, they go.” – Walter de la Mare Tonight marks May Eve. In Germanic folklore it is referred to as Walpurgisnacht or Hexennacht which literally means “witches night”. It’s a night to fly… Continue reading You can Fly! You can Fly! You can Fly!
Since turning 30 a couple of weeks ago, I’ve been thinking a lot about my life. You know choices I made, risks I took, fuck ups, successes, and my life up-to-now as a Witch. I came to realize that for nearly all my damn life, I have identified as a Witch. I remember as a… Continue reading Honey, I’m a Witch.
Just wanted to share a couple of glimpses at my altar dedicated to the Witch Queen and Witch God. Shhh! Most of these items were purchased from thrift shops or antique stores in my area. The ‘besom’ is a vintage broom I found yesterday for only $10!
So while being home sick, and using the downtime to do some much needed research for a project I am working on for my Coven, I came across this rather delightful little remedy to ward off curses from Hoodoo Hill. To prevent a curse, tie up a lock of your hair, a stick from your… Continue reading A little Sunday hoodoo ya’ll…
Awake! Awake my children! The time has come, the moon is hidden.. We gather in darkness to honor our beloved, our Ancestors of blood and of bone. Where hungry spirits gather, beneath the ground they growl. Hungry and thirsty, awaiting their bounty. Honor them and give offering, for the Mighty Dead are not to be… Continue reading The Dark Moon
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