Cross Quarter Dreaming

I woke on the floor in a small log cabin. There was a rough-spun blanket wrapped around me. The only sounds were distant bird calls & the gentle rush of leaves blowing in the wind. When I stood the blanket fell from me & I was met by the chill of the air & a wonderful sensation of being alone.

Going through the only door found me outside, surrounded by a long neglected garden full of brambling herb bushes & nibbled on fruits & vegetables still attached to their mother plants.

I sat on a wooden armchair with the blanket in the wild garden to watch & learn, to understand where & when I had woken. A thick scrub of trees wrapped around the cabin. The sun was low & to my left, slowly heading for the horizon… Sunset.

A clear & darkening sky revealed to me the heads of the Gemini Twins, close behind the Sun… Late Autumn.

As the darkness deepened I sat under dampening air that froze the tip of my nose & made my ears ache with cold. No Moon… All night I waited but I could not find her… Dark Moon.

I slept then, under the gentle heat of the Autumn Sun & dreamed of a campfire council of my ancestors. I sat mute & watched them tell stories & dance & throw bunches of herbs into the fire. When it was down to embers, some coal was removed & ground in a bowl made of wood, along with some small black berries. They slit the throat of a boar & added his blood to the ground coal to make a paste, which was used to anoint the palms & ears & eyelids of all who were present… Including me. That’s when they came, shadowy figures moving through the small gathering, embracing some people, whispering to others. I felt the cold grasp of a bony hand from one shadow & heard the quiet voice reveal to me what I am required to do for this next turn of the Sun Wheel. Then I woke again, in the wild garden, with the sun & moon setting…

Samhain.

Samhain & the Meet the Wytches gathering

Tonight we meet by my hearth to remember our ancestors, our beloved dead & our deepest most ancient selves. Under the watchful presence of Hekate & Cernunnos we will light the candles & burn the offerings to show our respect & reverence for the thinning of the veil & the longer reach of our prayers.

After our ceremony we will be breaking bread & toasting wine, meeting over friendly banter & divination for the future & heartfelt words for the past.

Whatever your plans for this turn of the Wheel, I wish you deep peace & love & happiness.

“I am tomorrows ancestor

The future of yesterday

And what I am in the here and now

goes rippling out all ways.

Goes rippling out always.”

-Brian Boothby

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Eclipse MOON Scorpio SUN Taurus

Last night I dreamed that I was standing at the edge of cliff looking out to the deep dark body of Mother Ocean. As I stood there I was overwhelmed with love & sorrow & humble appreciation of this glorious life. I wept, oh how I sobbed & bawled, & my tears flowed directly from me to Mother Ocean, rivers of tears. I awoke feeling an emptiness that was so sweet.

On the edges of this dream I will be celebrating this eclipse. At Dark Moon I collected a small vial full of my tears, which I will be adding to some water to charge under the Celestial Beings this night, with a piece of Jade to hold it all together.

The beginning of this week saw me re-uniting with the Futhark, so my meditations this evening will be centered around Fehu & the creation story of the Nordic folk. I will drum & burn offerings of sage & frankincense. I will light a candle to Freyja & offer to Her my  Moontide blood.

As this Luna eclipse will be the first of three, I will be working with them as set to triangulate the emergence of my most potent self. At 4am tomorrow (Friday 26th AEDT) my ritual will begin with meditation of deep peace & quiet, followed by a slow, grounding yoga session. After making my space ready, the rite must start with a journey to Fae where I have a magickal space for preparing myself for such occasions. Then to my depths for gathering in of my most beloved parts where I can keep them secret, keep them safe. After returning to the circle I will begin my work, involving mirror magick to repel what aims to invade & force its way into my realm, & sacrifice of the parts of me or my world that are ready to go, that are no longer useful, that are pure burden. Finally I will fortify my workings with offerings & thanks & a journey to be with my center & in my power.

This is the place that will launch me into Samhain, the wytches new year, & my rebirth.

Blessings on your magicks this night & always.

)O(

Samhain Dreaming

I stood at the gateway watching the veil become so thin that I could see shadows moving around behind it. There were two sentries, my usual Jackal-headed men, & they stepped aside when the time was right. I moved through the gateway, the veil felt like mist…

The next thing I remember was becoming aware that my entire being was tiny particles, scattered on a horizontal plane about 20 meters from the Earth below. My consciousness was removed, looking down from above – a bit like the sensation of astral projection. My particles had a soft green glow. Another set of particles on the same plane moved over mine. They had a deep red glow. I knew who it was: we had been connecting for some time. She began sinking & blending with my particles, & as I watched, some of me fell to the ground, as did some of her. When this transformation was complete, my consciousness met my newly Blended particles & my form began to return.

I was moving along a path & as I went I realised that it was in fact my family tree. I could see clearly the placement of all the family that I knew & even the places of the ones that I did not know. I stood in my place on this tree & began the search for my Spirit Tribe connection. When I saw it, it was a bright tunnel of light that moved through me & went forever above & forever below. I allowed my Spirit form to separate from my body & flew in both directions wrapping this tunnel of light with colourful ribbons, making strong my connection with my Spirit family & ancestors. This done, I sat, in my body again, & allowed my Spirit Tribe to moved through & communicate what I needed to hear. I am so grateful for this process & have been gifted with some very powerful tools to support the flow of love through my life.

When I cam back to me, I was sitting around a fire with my Mothers Mother, Pilili. She has been in my Dreaming often & has shared many mysteries & treasures with me over the past few moons… She was brewing a potion over the fire & telling me about the process. I could feel all of my beloved dead gathered around, just beyond the light cast by the fires flames. My beautiful familiar, Iimaja, was purring at my feet… She & Granny were the only dead that I was able to see & communicate with, & I am thrilled that I was able to connect with them both. There was also another aspect of me sitting opposite me by the fire, but she did not say anything, just stared into the flames.

Leaving this space was difficult. I feel so at home on the other side of the veil… But leave I did & with a sack full of love & wisdom & stories & spells over my shoulder.

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