Blood Moon Communion with Hekate

On October 11th, I observed the Blood Moon with a small Full Moon rite in honor of Hekate. Before the rite, I purified the space and myself with candlelight and cedar. As I set the smoldering cedar tips to rest in my censor, a small albino spider ascended the wall behind my altar. I took his presence to be a good omen and continued with the work. I called out to Hekate as night wanderer, torch bearer, and moon goddess. With offerings of organic barley, homemade mugwort tincture, Hekate oil, Hecate the Saffron Clad incense from Otherworld Apothocary, and Hecate incense from Forest Grove Botanica.

After the call and the making of offerings, I stood for a time basking in her presence. Tingling sensations surged through me. She delivered much needed counsel and then departed. After her visit, I felt that I had greater insight into a few nagging questions. I also felt less fearful about my ability to hear her voice and pick her words out of a cacophony of divine utterances. I felt good about our connection and where I am headed under her guidance. Hail Hekate!

Hecate by Hrefngast (on DeviantArt)

For even now, when a mortal propitiates the gods and, following custom, sacrifices well-chosen victims, he invokes Hekate, and if she receives his prayers with favor, then honor goes to him with great ease, and he is given blessings, because she has power and a share in all the rights once granted to the offspring born to Ouranos and Gaia.

~Excerpt from the “Hymn to Hekate” in Hesiod’s Theogony, translated by Apostolos N. Athanassakis

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It’s been a while

I have not posted in quite a while – about four weeks, I think. Life has been incredibly hectic. Instead of things slowing down as the darkening year would demand, they actually seem to be speeding up for me…but that’s not uncommon for graduate students like myself who are managing more than a few commitments within the academy. Ugh!

Anyway, there is one small pause on the horizon – i.e. Fall Break – before I have to rally again for the final push before Winter Break. With Fall Break coming up, I have a little time to breathe and get back on the blogging horse :) . Yay! Over the course of the next week or so I will post about spiritual happenings from the last month. Double yay! After that, I may not post again until around mid-December i.e. the start of Winter Break.

Here we go…

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On Night Owl’s Beak: Sayings of the Fylgja

In the Poetic Edda – verses 15 through 17 of Sigrdrífumál – we are told of many places where runes of power are inscribed. Rune, loosely defined, means mystery and the “night owl’s beak” is one place where these magical symbols can be found. So, to my thinking the owl, with its rune-inscribed beak, is a potent entity with mighty insight and wisdom to offer those who seek his counsel. With that in mind, I applied some Aves Salve to my third eye chakra, throat chakra, the back of my neck, the back of my knees, and the insides of my elbows. I also lit some candles and incense, then I sat on my couch for 20 minutes breathing deeply and releasing my waking consciousness. As the salve took hold I could feel my energy attuning to that of the Barn Owl, my energy bodies changing form, shapeshifting, and in a little while I was grooming my feathers. Shortly thereafter, my awareness shifted again and I sensed my fylgja (which happens to take the form of a Barn Owl more often than not) in the room “standing” in front of me, actually on top of my coffee table.

He spoke clearly and answered my questions freely which was wonderful! Some spirits enjoy being cryptic, but that was not the case with him that night. When he spoke, his voice was raspy, his words slow and measured. To my great benefit, he chose to answer questions about the nature of the fylgja, which was incredibly helpful since I had been wrestling with that for a while. He also gave me a spell to use in dealing with a persistent and super frustrating problem I have been having (damned neighbors!). His spell recommendation blended European-derived witchcraft practices with African-American hoodoo/folk magic. What surprised me most was the simplicity of the working! He commented that I tend to overcomplicate things and ignore my intuition (i.e., him).

His guidance was practical and meaningful. I look forward to using this method again to connect with him and gain additional insight. Hail Barn Owl and the Sayings of the Fylgja!

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Reaching Deep Roots: Reflections on My Ancestor Altar

On March 30th, I posted an image of my Ancestor altar in its infancy. My altar at that time reflected my young relationship with my Ancestors. Fortunately, my ancestral connections and thus my altar have grown quite a bit since March. 

Not only is my altar space occupied by images of my Beloved Dead but it also contains waters (pure water, Florida Water, and an Ancestral Scrying Water), offerings (candy, copal resin, candles, and alcohol), and symbols (cowry shells, rattles, skull images, pennies, beads, charms, dried flowers, veves, etc.) that speak not only to the Ancestral Dead but also to the two Orishas with whom I work, the two Lwa with whom I am building a connection, and a few Saints who have offered me some quite unexpected assistance in the last several months or more. My awareness of my roots has deepened and my altar has become more integral to my spiritual practice. I conduct my rites of offering at the altar as well as divination rites and other informal rituals of reverence and connection. Thus far my Ancestor altar has been a wonderful gateway to the realm of the Ancestral Dead and to making connections with the Orishas, Lwa, and Saints. When I started the altar, I really did not expect my roots to reach so deep. I did not expect to begin profound relationships with the Spirits (i.e., Orisha, Lwa, and Saints) that many of my ancestors honored.

At the moment, I still consider myself to be deeply engaged in the early building phase of my relationships with these very different but connected entities so I try not to light candles and make offerings for the purpose of making requests and having them satisfied. Instead I make offerings in recognition, to give honor/reverance, and out of appreciation. Does this mean that I will never ask for anything? Well, no, I believe in reciprocity – a gift for a gift, but I also believe in having a strong and respectful connection, a meaningful relationship. That is the foundation on which exchange and reciprocity are laid. Out of respectful reverence, I try to acknowledge and show appreciation for the myriad gifts that have already been given. I feel I am still in that phase. I am sure the time will come when I feel called to ask for something but right now, I am enjoying the process of appreciative gift giving. Overall, I am super energized around these budding relationships and I look forward to strengthening connections, and reaching more of my roots.

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For the Spirits of the Road and Crossroads

(C) by www.martin-liebermann.de

I made a multimedia offering to the Spirits of the Road and Crossroads over at Wandering Woman Wondering II (my Tumblr companion site). My offerings feature a few selections from Robert Johnson, including a contemporary remake of “Me and the Devil” performed by Gil Scott Heron.

The multimedia offering is in four parts. Two have been published over at WWWII thus far, the first containing a brief acknowledgement of the particular spirits that I had in mind when putting the offering together. The other two parts of the offering will be posted at Tumblr within the next several days. Maybe these songs will speak to you of roads and crossroads as they do for me.

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Of Poison and Ivy: A Forest Path to Dionysos

Early last week, I decided to commune with Dionysos during my nightly dream time. So, just before bed, I anointed myself with the Oil of Yggdrasil (since renamed Oil of the World Tree) from Forest Grove Botanica, cast a circle using the method common in my coven’s tradition, invoked Dionysos, and slipped into trance (long before sleep could take hold). As the trance state befell me, I found myself on a deep forest path lined on either side with tall, wide trees covered in deep green moss. Around and between the trees were large vibrant plants in all shades of green. I noted the shapes and rich color but above all, their size. These plants were clearly larger than they would be in the waking world.

As I walk the path before me and my trance deepens, the diverse green plants begin to glow with a pale gold-white aura and their intoxicating smell arrests my attention. I become more and more giddy with each step past a plant, with each curve in the winding path. My heartbeat slows. My coordination starts to fade and I realize that I am intoxicated. This is the poison path, where deadly plants dwell and where it leads I do not know. I inhale deeply. I touch the plants, look at them closely, and become giddier still. It’s harder to walk now but I do not stop to rest. I push through the urge to lie among the plants. Ahead I notice a rock at the base of one of the mighty trees and near it a plant that I wish to breathe in. I walk toward it and as I bend down, a snake sinks its fangs into my skin. Doubly poisoned. I do not recoil because there is no need, the snake has already released me and slipped into the forest away from the path.

The pain is short lived and soon all I feel again is a strange giddiness that will not be undone. Periodically laughter somersaults from the core of me and tumbles from my lips into the forest soundscape. Slowly but happily I amble ’round another bend in the path and notice a patch of Amanita to my left and dark space between two trees to my right with vines and leaves arched between to form a kind of gateway. For reasons unknown to me, I stuff one of the Amanita mushrooms into my mouth and pass through the door in the forest. On the other side I find a beautiful circular clearing surrounded by the same sorts of trees that marked the path. One of the trees to my right is partially hollowed out with enough space for a person to stand in. I wander in and look up and down and around with a huge smile on my face. Then, Dionysos, crowned in ivy and barely clothed holds high a kantharos filled with blood red wine and invites me to drink deeply. While slowly raising the kantharos to my lips, poisoned, giddy, and confused, I ask him:

Where is the mountain? Where are the maenads and satyrs? The drummers and chorus?

As I begin to drink deeply, he whispers:

That comes later.

Lowering the wine cup from my lips, my giddy state waxes anew and I realize: I am thrice poisoned.

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Riding the Witch’s Stang

Until recently, I had only cursory knowledge of the magical uses of stangs (a double- or triple-tined stave). It’s been a winding road for me but I think I finally see the purpose of a stang in Witch’s Work and, more importantly, in my Work. The realization was slow coming and hard won, but I think I’ve got it now.

In October 2010, Cindy obtained a length of Linden that would become her seidhr staff. The wood was actually in the shape of a stang. I noticed its shape but did not have much of an idea of what I was seeing at the time. I do recall feeling drawn to the shape but I did not think much of it. My formal introduction to the significance of the stang was in many months later, in April 2011, when I read Sarah Lawless’ article on the subject. Her work was exceedingly helpful in deepening my understanding but stangs (as distinct from plain staffs) were not important to my practice at the time so I looked on the article as a useful reference (passed it along to the Catskin Sisters) and got on with my life.

Later that month, I procured my own stave. I noted that it was not forked. I was actually a little sad about that but it was not a deal-breaker or anything. Overall, I was pleased with my staff. I acknowledged the bends and twists in the wood which whispered of winding paths in a deep wood. Very appropriate for a tool in otherworld travels. Still my mind and spirit were not attuning to the stang element or the lack there of. I noticed that my stave was not stanged but what exactly that “deficit” meant was beyond me.

Enter the month of July. I was plodding along my life road when one day I got a wild hair to redo a portion of my ancestor altar. The dried flowers no longer seemed to fit and earlier that month I had procured a few new items from New Orleans that were just itching to be arrayed among the ancestors, so I removed the dried flowers and cut off the heads leaving only stems (I have no idea why I did this!). Almost every remaining stem was forked. The intuitive part of my brain noted this and deemed it significant but the remainder of my grey matter was not up for providing an explanation. After some quiet reflection, I wrapped the tiny forked stems in cloth, bound them with red thread and thought to myself that they would be excellent for facilitating communication with my ancestors. My brain was positively itching! I knew that they could be helpful in that sort of pursuit but there was no explanatory theory or philosophy that was immediately forthcoming. I could have guessed but it would have felt like BS even if it might not have been, so I didn’t. I just accepted the intuition at face value and stopped there. You know, since it’s not polite to stare a gift horse in the mouth.

At the time of the dark moon in July, about two or three weeks after the rose stem stangs started scratching at my brain, I held a simple ritual of communion with Hekate. When invoking her, I spontaneously summoned a three-way, Y-shaped portal in order to form the link between the worlds. The double-tined stang imagery would seem to apply here; however, it was less of a stang in my mind. It was primarily a three-way crossroads to my thinking though the two are obviously not mutually exclusive. The crossroads was an energetically evoked access point/hub between this and the other worlds. At this point, I just was not thinking of a stang in this context. The intriguing and happy spontaneity of the Y-shaped portal only amplified my existing fascination (courtesy of Hekate) with gateways, portals, access points, conduits, pathways, and places of convergence among the worlds. My twice monthly offerings to Hekate beginning in August furthered my fascination and sent my mind reeling about the “three-way crossroads” form.

Later, this fascination compelled me to begin picking up Y-shaped sticks and branches. By the way, I was still not thinking of stangs, just Y-shaped, three-way crossroads. Hilarious! Things did not come together into an “aha” moment until I re-read Lawless’ article a week ago after rediscovering it while doing an unrelated search of her site. That led me to another article over at the American Folkloric Witchcraft blog.

Now I am really putting all of this together and starting to see the connections in form and function. Stangs as ritual tools (and also three-way crossroads, the cousin of the double-tined stang) serve as conduits, pathways that link the worlds. In so doing, they facilitate travel and communication across those boundaries allowing the witch or spirit worker to connect with spirits, deities, the dead, and a host of “others” who walk the worlds and the spaces between. “Saying this out loud” makes me feel extremely silly for not seeing it before. I knew it intellectually but a piece of my spirit has just gone to school!! It’s like I get it now.

In the coming days, I plan to appeal to Hekate as well as the other crossroads deities with whom I work to send a stang my way. I will keep an eye out for it during my upcoming camping trip to Fox Ridge.

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