The woods are growing silent and bare. Leafs are stripped from the trees but the forest is still alive and thick with evergreen trees. Heavy, ancient pines and cedars tower over the gnarled apple trees in the dense forest and dwarf the new oaks. The frost(…)
Category Archives: Ivy On The Path
Ram, Stag, Bull and Boar/ Hawthorn Beach
Just felt like sharing and musing on recent spiritual experiences…
I burned Cernunnos Smoke over black charcoal, placed the horns on my head, inhaled a deep breath of the vapors rising from the cauldron (fat stewing(…)
Just felt like rambling on…
Have you ever interacted with entities who are so completely foreign and different, whose names are not found in any literature or web site, and whose very presence is incredibly unfamiliar that you think you dreamed them up from shadows and smoke?(…)
New Moon, Elk and Book Reviews
My Grey Veil aroma, which was made for rituals in which contacting the spirits and moving beyond the veil for healing work is being performed, was dedicated on the New Moon, as the light began to emerge back into the moon. I bound together a triangle of hagthorn branches (hawthorn), barren of leaf and ripe with berries to bless and consecrate. Every ingredient had been blessed, every instrument used had been purified and now the pellets are dry and will spend the next few months aging. They are now directed and will be stored in a sacred place to be allowed to continue their maturation. The incense wasn’t the only thing to receive blessings from the Hag and the Hunter; my rabbit pelt is finally, properly done and looks amazing. I dedicated the fur and bones to the Veiled One, Old Woman, the Hag.
Feeding you, me and all the spirits present
MMMMMMM, Andrew and I had dinner with the spirits, check out our Greek Cheese and Potato Patties! Turned out yummy, with just enough dill but not enough feta.
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Wash thee in Rosemary, Cense thee in smoke
Cleaning ritual or working tools is different for every single witch. There really aren’t too many standards to cleaning your items. I have my own method of …
Hecate’s Night: The New Aroma of Life, and Death
A few nights ago was Hecates Night, a special day for all of us who see her as teacher, mother, mentor and leader. I left yew seeds, enchanter’s nightshade, yew branches with bunches of berries, cloves of garlic, juniper boughs and frenzy wine (steeped with amanita and nightshade) in a sacred triangle at the crossroads of my local forest, where the yew tree grows. That night I dreamed of snakes and deer, of a wolf torn asunder and three silken black pelts adorning my altar.<br …
Charm Charging and Other Mischief
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Spirits and moles
At the behest of the spirits and the Veiled One, who made herself well known in the cries of the crows on my balcony and the constant hum in my blood, I went down to the grove of yew trees in the forest and left a sacred sacrifice and offering for the Hag and the Hunter and the spirits who were oh so helpful to me during the emergence of the darkyear. I noticed another local witch left cairns up with sigils written in red chalk all over them right outside of the grove. At the …
Winter comes
The spirits visited all night. The beloved dead passed through, enjoying my offerings of wine, milk, honey, homemade Samhain bread and a blend of incense from my own collection, some bee smoke from …