Good morning, babies 🌻
With Beltane coming up for us Southern Hemisphere witches and Halloween for you witchies up in the Northern Hemisphere , I thought it would be a good time to do this post.
The more I studied the wheel of the year the more I began to actually understand it; not just remember what I learnt and read, but actually understand how it all unfolds and how the seasons melt into one another and what each season meant to the divine. I found myself lost in endless thought of this beautiful loop of life and realizing exactly how magickal it all is.
Beltane, the time of year when the God reaches manhood and the Goddess and God are joined in handfasting. I feel the cold breath of death slowly slipping away, the earth wakes up from its long rest and I watch the blossoms make way for the full fruits of the summer. The Goddess falls pregnant this time of year and as she blooms and her belly grows I watch the days become longer and the colors brighter, I feel the vibrancy of the pregnant Mother all around me in the plants and animals.
Litha, the longest day of the year, a celebration of the Sun’s powers at their peak and summer is felt everywhere. The beautiful bonfire that is lit on this day is dull compared to the blazing light of the God above. The cold of the winter is long forgotten and celebrations of fertility and the fruitfulness of the earth can be felt in the air. It is a joyous day, but I can’t help but mourn. The days hereafter begin to grow shorter and summer slowly begins to reach its end.
Lammas, the early harvest, this time of year the summer comes to an end and marks the beginning of the beautiful tones of the Autumn. The God falls ill and slowly loses his strength; and the pregnant Goddess prepares for mourning. Still there is celebration for the coming birth of the child of the Goddess. The feast helps raise spirits and the cold winter approaches and the harvest is always a good one. The nights slowly grow longer and the sun spends less time in the sky than in the long summer months.
Mabon, the autumn equinox and final harvest, the day and night are of equal length and winter approaches quicker after this day. The Lord begins to prepare for his upcoming death and an unmistakable heaviness is in the air as the joys of the summer fade. The vibrant greens are almost completely gone, the trees begin to sleep and the plants die off quicker as winter approaches. The Goddess begins to mourn for the loss of the God.
Samhain, the day of the dead, this day marks the death of the God. The veil between the dead and the living is at its thinnest as the God passes into the after life, communicating with those on the other side is easiest on this night. Everything is still and there are no traces of the bright spring flowers or vibrant summer colours. All is dull and a gloomy air hangs about, one can feel the Goddess morning the loss of her beloved. Her sadness sweeps across the town and the earth mourns with her. Yet it is almost time for her to give birth to her unborn child. This is also a very important day for witches, marking the day of the witches’ New Year.
Yule, the longest night of the year, the Goddess finally gives birth and the God is reborn. Gifts are given to celebrate the beautiful gift of life that the Goddess has given the earth. The days lengthen and the burning of the Yule log reminds me that the days following will slowly grow longer as spring begins to approach and the sun is reborn just as the God is. My spirits lighten as I the days grow warmer, I remember that soon the cold will be replaced by warm spring breezes and beautiful flowers, bringing sweet scents with it.
Candlemas, renewing fertility of the earth, at this time the Goddess recovers from the difficult childbirth and the God has grown into a small child since his rebirth at Yule. I become impatient, it feels as though spring will never arrive and I eagerly await the warmth of the waking of the earth. Some of the trees show signs of blossoming, reassuring me that spring is still coming. Seeds are blessed to prepare for the bursts of life that soon follow. Helping contribute to the reawakening of the earth. Slowly the Goddess becomes well and the God grows strong and healthy with the earth.
Ostara, the spring equinox and renewed fertility, the day and night are of equal duration and the days will only get warmer from this day on. The God and Goddess are both young and as the flowers bloom and trees awaken, they begin to wonder about one another. The days grow longer and the God and Goddess will soon be hand fasted. Allowing for the Goddess to fall pregnant as the earth becomes fertile. The air is filled with celebration as the warmer days approach and it appears that the green trees and blossoms appeared almost over night.
Watching the wheel turn has become an incredibly spiritual experience for me, I can feel and literally see the divine journey that deity is on and, regardless of how many times it happens, each time is just as magickal as the last.
What does the wheel of the year mean to you? Feel free to comment your views below or DM me on Twitter: @amongthewildflo
Hope you found this post insightful and I hope, if you can’t yet, that you are able to see the wheel of the year in the same light I do.
Blessed be, witchlings 🎃✨
Hey lovelies 🎀
So I have decided to redo this post as last time I ended up getting sidetracked and discussing everything but the topic I went out to write about. 😂
Being out of the broom closet seemed to be impossible considering all the major factors that prevented my coming out, for example the small minded Christian people who judged anyone different and the atheists who felt the need to criticize anyone who believed in something. In this town there is no in between and being stuck here for so long I just held my tongue and claimed athiest when asked about my religious beliefs.
This went on for about 5 years and being terrified of being criticized and outcasted by friends, as well as acquaintances, I just accepted that I would be in the broom closet forever. That all changed when I met my current boyfriend, let’s call him JimBob for the sake of his own protection 😉 (jokes), I kept my little secret from him for about 5 months and after much inner conflict I decided that he was trustworthy enough to let in on my little secret identity. Little Miss Witch.
This was a big step for me as I had never spoken about it before to anyone so I had no idea what his reaction would be and the first thing I expected was for him to yell: “witch”, and for the townspeople to grab their pitchforks and burn me at the stake. 😂
So after much persuasion he managed to get it out of me, which was surprisingly much harder than the usual movie come out: “guess what, I’m a witch!” Finding the words took time but eventually I was excitedly telling him all about ‘The Craft’ and eagerly answering all of his questions. (Internally giggling at his perceived view on witchcraft.) I was happy about the fact that he took it so well and seemed genuinely interested in it, it made me a lot more confident about being open about being Wiccan and I think that if I hadn’t told him I would still be in the closet today.
Over the span of the next two years I slowly came out to my closest friends and they all took it really well and had less trouble accepting it than I thought they would. I might have received some skeptical looks from some, but at that point I was too proud and excited about finally telling them to care.
It took a while for me to be comfortable telling people, but eventually when people would ask me what I believe in I would tell them I was Wiccan; and from taking a step out of the closet I found out that many of my not so close friends were also Wiccan or something along the lines and even a few were interested in the craft and began the path themselves, taking me as their teacher.
There are still a few people who I meet and feel that they wouldn’t be as accepting, but I don’t regret telling the people I told and I am a proud Pagan Wiccan.
I am eager to talk to anyone who is willing about it and love hearing other people’s thoughts on it and teaching others, all of which would not be possible if I had remained in the closet.
If you have a cool coming out story or want to share why you’re in or out of the closet then comment below or DM on Twitter as I would love to hear about it 🌻
Hope my story inspired any baby witches to come out of the closet ✨
Blessed be, babies! 💖🎀
Hi babies ✨
Thought I would talk about how I came to be on this witchy path I presently walk in this post. 🤘🏼
Witchcraft has always been a big part of my family history and although it wasn’t openly discussed among us it was always acknowledged and we all knew that, between myself, my brother and my cousins, on of us would inherit a gift. Passed down every second generation is a hereditary witchy talent and although it hasn’t shown itself among us yet I am still hoping that I will be the one to receive it.
When I was 12 I was very much aware of the Wiccan path that was promised to him/her with the gift and I was very much hoping it would be me so I read into it a lot and romanticized the idea of magick to the point where I would sit and imagine myself doing magick with a coven for hours. I met a friend in aftercare who told me about how he found a chest in his mothers room filled with books, tarot cards and all other tools associated with the occult and with much persuasion I managed to convince him to borrow me some of his books. One of them were by Silver Ravenwolf and I think it was called “To ride a silver broomstick” or something and my mother would photocopy papers for me to put into a book of shadows that I started and that’s where it all started. My family was very supportive of my antics and even though passers by who saw me reading the books or friends who I spoke to about it would give my silent judgy looks I was very much proud of my path choice.
I live in this little town where everyone is strictly Christian and extremely small minded when it comes to anything that isn’t explained in the bible so the books were confiscated and I was very much discouraged by teachers and those in higher authority from practicing but, being the stubborn child I was, it didn’t hinder me from my path.
Ever since then my thirst for knowledge on the subject just increased and the more I learnt the more I wanted to learn. That led to online reading, talking to wiccans from other countries who practiced other traditions of Wicca and hundreds of books on the subject. I have dabbled in many forms of occultism and such and my knowledge of magick and spirituality has been expanded immensely, to this day I continue to grow.
My path is a good one and I am very much committed to the craft. 🍃
Hope to hear your stories in the comments and if you have any questions feel free to ask. 🌙
Blessed be, babies…🌏🌍🌎
An infusion is a form of water based potion, similar to a tea, and best suited for immediate ingestion of delicate ingredients such leaves or petals. To make a magical infusion: pour boiling water over your ingredients in goblet and leave to infuse for 5-10 minutes, stirring frequently. Strain before drinking if necessary. The leaves in an infusion need to steep longer than your average herbal tea, to allow enough time to release their phytochemicals, which are the active ingredients of the potion.
A decoction is another water based potion designed for immediate ingestion. However, it is a more concentrated brew than an infusion and is usually reserved for tougher ingredients such as roots or bark – where prolonged stewing is needed to release the phytochemicals. A decoction can also be reduced, which is to say, it can be made more concentrated by prolonged simmering which evaporates the water. To make a decoction: simmer your ingredients in water in a cauldron over low heat for 10-30 minutes; then strain. Reduce if necessary with further simmering over a low heat.
A tincture is an alcohol based potion. It fulfills the same function as an infusion or decoction but with the added advantage that it will keep for up to a year. A tincture is suitable for both delicate leaves and tougher materials such as bark as the alcohol releases the chemicals very effectively and in a similar way to the prolonged simmering of a decoction. To make a tincture: steep your ingredients in vodka or another spirit for a week. This allows time for the alcohol to release the active elements in your plant materials. After a week, strain off the liquid into a vial and store for up to a year. Administer sparingly, a tablespoon at a time.
A vinegar fulfils the same purpose as a tincture except that vinegar is used instead of alcohol. Prepare your vinegar in the same manner as a tincture and store for up to a year. A vinegar is useful in the case of alcohol intolerance or where the herb used is particularly bitter as the vinegar will mask it to a great extent.
A syrup is the most palatable form of potion. Here magical ingredients are preserved in a sugar solution. A syrup is another potion that will keep for up to a year. It is best suited for occasional use at it is very sweet and could cause tooth decay if taken regularly. A syrup can be taken by the spoonful or alternatively diluter in water in a similar manner to a fruit squash. To make a syrup: first make an infusion or decoction of your ingredients and reduce if necessary. Strain and add sugar to the potion, stirring frequently, until the brew won’t dissolve any more sugar and resembles a syrup. Store in an airtight bottle in a cool, dark place.
A poultice is a wad of chopped plant material that is held in place directly over a wound by a bandage. To prepare a poultice: chop your fresh herb and apply directly to a wound or infection. Hold in place over the wound with a bandage. If using chopped dried herbs rehydrate them with some water first. If the herb is tough and hard to handle, try adding some vinegar diluter in water to your poultice.
Fomentations or compresses are cloths that have been dipped in an herbal solution – such as an infusion, decoction, or a tincture – and then are applied to a wound. To prepare a fomentation: first create the required infusion, decoction, or tincture. Then dip your cloth into the liquid, quite liberally, and apply. It is important to use a very clean cloth to prevent the spread of infection.
A salve is very similar to a lotion or a cream. Magical ingredients are mixed in base of oils or fats for external application to the skin.
Wicca encompasses your whole worldview and way of life, and is always there in the way you look at and interact with the world. Wicca is an experiential spiritual system of magick and ceremony that works with the divine as both Goddess and God, and emphasises growth through balance and discipline. This balance, be it of light and dark, feminine and masculine, or active and passive, acts as a dynamic tension to create harmony and enable the individual to progress in their development through understanding their relationship with themselves and the world around them. The celebration of the Goddess and God is at the heart of Wicca. The patron Goddess of Wicca is usually associated with the Moon, although she is also often seen as having stellar, terrestrial and chthonian forms. The patron God of Wicca is usually associated with forests, plants and animals; he is also sometimes seen as having solar and chthonian forms.
[Extract from CIRCLE OF FIRE by Sorita D’Este & David Rankine]
Hello all ye Southern Hemisphere witches, happy belated Imbolc. 🌼
I held the tea candle between my pointer finger and thumb, striking the lighter as slowly as possible to keep it from waking my grandmother and little brother. The scraping of the flint bounced off the walls and echoed around my room. I held my breath and listened carefully ; the house creaked but no one stirred.
I brushed the hair from my face and put the flame to the candle wick, the wax melted off of the cotton and the candle burnt. The protective incense burnt in the corner of my room and a cold wind drifted around my room. Thus the ritual has begun.
Hope to have plenty more Sabbats to celebrate with fellow wiccans in future. 💖
Blessed be. 🔮
Start by meditating to clear your mind. Make sure your arms and legs are not crossed, and take slow, deep breaths. Continue to breathe deeply, as your journey begins. See before you a pair of pillars, with a midnight blue curtain suspended between them. You part the curtains and see a grey mist beyond, but right in the centre of your vision is a silver star, floating without support. You examine the star, noticing how clear and “present” it is, but suddenly, without warning, the star disappears. You find yourself pulled into the space where it was, passing through the pillars and into the mist. Everything goes grey as you feel yourself lifted up, floating up and away, eventually drifting down, to find your feet landing on a grassy hill, as the mist clears. You find yourself on a hilltop, looking down onto woodland in the valley below, a narrow dirt path leads down the hillside to the edge of the forest, and you begin to follow it, feeling a breeze in the air as you descend. Entering the forest, the path continues along, winding between the trees, and you follow it in the dappled green light that filters through the leaves. You hear the rustling of creatures in the undergrowth, but do not see any of the animals as you follow the crooked path deeper and deeper into the forest. Ahead you notice that there is a fork in the path, and you pause, pondering which fork to take. Suddenly you see a flash of white further along one of the paths, and this is the path you choose, walking rapidly along, trying to see what the white flash was. Turning a bend in the path, you see a white stag a short way ahead, looking back as if to check that you are following, before it heads off down the path again. You follow, unable to catch up, but avoiding being left behind, as the path continues to twist and turn between the trees. Deep in the heart of the forest now, the canopy is thick and the dim green filtered sunlight serves only to accentuate the shadows, so it is with some surprise that you turn a bend in the path to find yourself breaking out into a clearing at the heart of the forest. In the centre of the clearing is a fountain, encircled by rocks about the right side to sit on, and the tranquil atmosphere along with the gentle tinkling of the water draws you to go and sit by the fountain. Sitting in contemplation, you hear a sound like a church bell ringing in the distance, and you look up in the direction it came from, to see a beautiful woman entering the clearing. Naked and tanned, with long flowing hair, she is the most beautiful woman you have ever seen, and you watch, captivated, as she walks across the clearing to come and sit by the fountain across from you. Her eyes are filled with joy, and a smile forms on her face as she regards you. Then another sound breaks the silence — a hunting horn. Looking up in the direction this new sound came from, you see another form enter the clearing. This time it is a handsome man, muscular, tanned and equally as naked as the Lady who now sits with you. As he walks towards you, there is a grin on his face and mischief in his eyes, but you hardly notice because you cannot take your eyes off the magnificent antlers growing out of his head. He too comes and sits beside the fountain, next to the Lady, and beckons you to speak with them. (Pause) Once your conversation is at an end, thank the Lord and Lady, and ask them if you might return again. Then say your farewells and turn to cross the clearing to the path that brought you here. As you turn, you see that while you were talking, the animals from the forest have come into the clearing, and are waiting patiently for the Lord and Lady. With one last look over your shoulder at the pair, you re-enter the forest, and follow the twisting path back to the fork, where you pick up the original trail that leads to the hilltop. You quickly make your way to the edge of the forest, returning to the hilltop, where the mist once more envelops you and you feel yourself lifted up and back, until your feet come to rest once again at the two pillars. You walk back between the pillars, as the curtain closes behind you. Contemplating your journey for a moment, you then turn your attention to your physical surroundings as you open your eyes, and the journey is over.
(Extract from “A Grimoire of Modern Cunningfolk” by Peter Paddon)