Light the log, and let Pan rule. Blessed Diwali, Festival of Lights, Hanukkah, Winter Solstice, Yule, Christmas, Kwanzaa, Sol Invictus, Saturnalia, or whatever midwinter Holy Day(s) you may choose to observe, or not, as the case may be. For those … Continue reading →
During the early years of the 20th century Pagan Renaissance an enigmatic and colorful character named Gwen Thompson was publicly engaged at a high level with the resurgence of Witchcraft in the United States. She was a prolific correspondent with … Continue reading →
Knowing how the ancient Celts might have celebrated Samhain can inform our own rituals and rites, but what’s most important is what Samhain means to us […] Source: Samhain: When the Veil is Thin from RAISE THE HORNS with Jason … Continue reading →
The lyrics of Harry Belafonte’s song echoes in my mind today. Not so much because they are topical – they aren’t – but because the last of the harvest is upon us. The Autumn Equinox is just past, and the … Continue reading →
Spotted at Dreamwidth Traditional_Witches. The questions are applicable to pretty much any Path. WHAT ARE YOUR DAILY PRACTICES? (📷haptalaon posting in 📷traditional_witches Feb. 27th, 2019 11:33) Meditation? Walking? Prayer? Something Else? Does weekly work better for you? Do you have … Continue reading →
Just a bit of a giggle over this piece, which in reality is only tangentially related to our post Old Jack https://glitchedenigma.tumblr.com/post/185739541094/brunhiddensmusings-disenfranchisedchads … Continue reading →
Do you keep a daily journal? Many esoteric orders require them as part of your studies. The Servants of the Light (founded by Ernest Butler, and until recently headed by Dolores Ashcroft-Nowicki) suggests the following format: Format for the daily … Continue reading →
ELGIAC ODE.1 A little while I leave with anxious heart, Source of my filial cares, thee FULL OF DAYS; Lur’d by a promise from harmonic art To breathe her Handel’s rich, immortal lays. Pensive I trace the Derwent’s amber wave2, … Continue reading →
May Eve, 1973: I’m standing at the edge of the Circle, bound and blinfolded, and I feel a sword touch my body. I involuntarily startle, even though I knew it was coming. I hear the questions, and make my responses. … Continue reading →
Allison Gross (Child #35) 1 O ALLISON GROSS, that lives in yon towr, The ugliest witch i the north country, Has trysted me ae day up till her bowr, An monny fair speech she made to me. 2 She stroaked … Continue reading →
