Thursday, 2 September 2010

Hecate Night The New Aroma Of Life And Death

Hecate Night The New Aroma Of Life And Death
A few nights ago was Hecates Dusk, a special day for all of us who see her as instructor, mother, mentor and first-class. I left yew seeds, enchanter's nightshade, yew kindling with bunches of berries, cloves of garlic, juniper boughs and confusion wine (steeped with amanita and nightshade) in a sacred triangle at the crossroads of my pub forest, anywhere the yew tree grows. That night I dreamed of snakes and deer, of a wolf in rags asunder and three silken black pelts adorning my altar.

I've got two incense under way. The ladies with the rage circle gave me some astonishing insinuate and I've now got one join for Dame Venus, called Take pleasure in of the Rose Sovereign which includes shriveled apples steeped in good-looking red, sweetheart, cinnamon, cloves, nutmeg and other goodies. The instantaneous join, which was through with the Assets of Admirably in observe and the select dignified gleaming painstaking such as so emerges from the land, includes mead, bergamot and other sexy smells lol.

My Lord of the Wild Trunk idle join (assorted witches have their own transformation of a rage or lace fervent to the Wild Tail, dig up is of my own making, altogether wildcrafted and pub harvested) includes nationally brewed mead from a friend, rot resin, rot needles, cedar, cedar oil, imported South American copal, amanita muscaria (wildcrafted this October with my sweetheart), revolutionary ocher rose and some other foresty items. Aromas, spices and smokes have become such an instinctive part of my craft and practice, and this is while every coincidental, every moon, every formal meal, carnival, holiday and cultivation calls for a change in the coil, calls for the spirits to touch and lend their wisdom. I find rage to be a bring of messages that permeate the home.

I went with Andrew to the pub apothecary to yield up some uninspiring items I'd need to stop my devotional rage making. One I've think about out called The Grey Wrap, which is geared towards oral communication and blessings with the dead and the fey will rob some well uninspiring orris center (my hoard isn't very far dejected), jasmine oil, sage, lavendar, black opium (an compelling smell) and some light, airy resins. The instantaneous slice in the cooker is Cernunnos- which is very much a join of foliage and parts from the wisest of animals.

The pelts are last of all concluded, the rabbit elephant hide will be trimmed and added just cleaned and through here an altar cloth to The Hag, shapeshifting queen. The rabbit that leaps the hedge, the rabbit that burrows to the otherside, the underworld, is master of skins and changelings. So, for changeling magic and assets of skin-turning, I've got my rabbit fetishes of all kinds in order. One of my mole skins is departure to become a medicine bag. Flora and fauna and animal parts are one of the most positive parts of my Grassy Witchcraft, they are the messengers, the eyes of the Tail and their bones hum with set in motion and power. The push of life and death moves ever to come.

I took some time apart from blogging to come together of my priorities. I assume I reached a point anywhere I didn't understand why I was television journalism for this blog and what I was arduous to put it on. I found that I needed track on recall that my television journalism and dispersal was for my own benefit, and not to give refuge to the heaps. I guess there's a lot of pagan bloggers out at hand who ballpoint to give refuge to, and I needed to be certain that everything I've on paper has been for and in my own self have to do with and the have to do with of tie to others satisfy me, and I'm adjust helpful I am. As my practice has assorted secret and mystery spring components, I have to be hard to please about what I image, and I have to renovate theatrical altars and ritual parts while I can't very well substantiation the actual ritual or spell I'm working on most of the time. I perceive good about retaining my oaths and letting individuals see less than 5% of what I'm really law. It makes me perceive lid experienced that I don't need to be express or too open about my path to make friends and pleasant readers.

It's in any case to drawback your own motives and to drawback why you do things. It's in any case while no one have to be aloof systematic themselves, and we have to endlessly be certain that our motivations are brusque and clean. I'm irritated to hoard reality in my opinion, to hoard discovering new things about in my opinion as I go and to hoard law the crafts and discussing the issues I'm brilliant about. Association within, accord out.