Category Archives: Spirits and Energy
A Damn Long Time Between Drinks…
Yes, it has been. Life got intense and I got distracted. Unfortunately my writing tends to be the first thing to fall by the wayside. Still, I pop in from time to time.
I felt moved to write about my Rite of Her Sacred Fires experience this evening. I adore Hekate and have for most of my magickal life – she is the Goddess of Witches after all – but I’ve often found it a challenge to really connect with her for a long time. I believe it was a Samhain labyrinth experience 5 years ago that changed all that for me…
I was living in a house that was nearly 100 years old and surrounded by magnificent, established trees and a huge backyard. My coven and I had created a spiraling labyrinth upon the grass with a well-stocked cauldron at the centre. As we were walking the Hermit’s dark labyrinthine path into our own deep, dark mysteries we thought it important that we ask Hekate to guide us through this challenge in her role of Torchbearer. When we called out to her beneath the open night sky I could feel her answer us with a reverberating joy and with a rush of energy her dominating, powerful presence was evident to all.
Each of us were ritually cleansed, anointed, cloaked, and presented the lantern to carry before us as we stepped into the circle to walk the labyrinth. When it was my turn to walk the winding road I could feel Hekate’s form at my shoulder, driving me on. Upon reaching the centre I cast my spell into the cauldrons flames and felt the energy from my crown shoot upward into the sky. It was a disorienting experience, like star-shine and numeric computer read-outs pouring into my brain, and I wasn’t quite able to properly register or articulate it for a very long time.
I felt that same sensation again tonight whilst conducting the Rite of Her Sacred Fires, that shooting upward of spiritual energy and a connection with the very heavens themselves. However, this time Hekate was in front of me, questioning me in each of her guises and for different purposes. She was first joyous and mischievous, then staid and determined, then regal and stern. Each of these personas she showed me and I recognised them within myself, yet she indicated that my current role is as a Torchbearer – also known as teacher, guide, mentor – and it is a sacred role that I must learn to cherish.
For many months I have been fighting against mental blocks that have held me back from accepting my new career. I have been many different kinds of teacher but never before have I been part of such an intensely scrutinised institution that can shape the lives of human beings in unknown ways. It is a huge responsibility that carries much stigma and I have been afraid of it. However, now I know that Hekate will walk alongside me and help me when my torch becomes too heavy to bear.
Askei Kataskei Erōn Oreōn Iōr Mega Samnyēr Baui Phobantia Semnē.
Hail Hekate, Queen of heaven, earth and sea!
Back in the Swing of Things
“Just swingin’ with ma Ring-Wraiths…”
Amazingly it’s been over a month since I finished my post-graduate studies and I’m beginning to feel almost normal again – after the stress-induced illness subsided, of course. It’s pretty astounding how long one can manage high levels of stress without either stabbing innocent bystanders with useless, ink-drained pens or sobbing uncontrollably when anyone deigns to converse. Having left the personal hell of studying externally full-time whilst working part-time (with the added demands of family and multiple other commitments) I am beginning to feel creative once again. I’ve discovered that creative juices do not flow when stress is a permanent lodger, and almost as soon as the source of stress is removed the dam of creativity that has been held back pours forth in a torrent.
In fact, I feel as though I don’t have enough hours in the day to get ideas down before they’re shoved aside by the next ones. I can only hope those that get missed will find their way back to my brain with time and stillness. This flow of creativity is directly proportional to my re-burgeoning spiritual and magickal inclinations, and I find myself desperate to do ALL OF THE THINGS.
One aspect of my craft that I have managed to keep going through hell-and-high-water is my Ancestral observances. When all else was crumbling and my sanity was ebbing away I could go and sit with my ancestors and they would comfort me and let me know I’d be okay. I can’t tell you how important that was for me some days!
Something else I managed to keep doing, even through study, was listening to spiritual and occult podcasts. Most recently I have been listening to “Elemental Castings” by T Thorn Coyle and one very relevant podcast was on Spirit where they mentioned that we really NEED to cry for our Beloved Dead; we NEED to grieve them. As Medusa beautifully states in the podcast, “Our tears create the river that is the River Styx.” We must grieve our loss and show them how loved they were, then let them pass on to wherever they need to go. I found it interesting that both Thorn and Medusa believe the spirits of our Beloved Dead need time to be capable of proper communication – which could be weeks or even years – and, though time is not linear in the Worlds beyond the physical plane, it appears to take time for the spirits of our loved ones to pass through whatever they need to before they are ready to communicate (or perhaps to remember how to communicate) with us.
So, the reason this podcast was so profound for me is because I had been sitting with my ancestors the night before and I was remembering all the things about them that I loved, as well as what their particular personalities were like, when I was overcome with grief for my grandfather and cousin who had both passed a few years ago. I was quite surprised that the depth of sadness could still be so intense even when I had felt I’d grieved sufficiently. However, as Medusa and Thorn mention in the podcast, we are not permitted in our current culture to allow adequate time to grieve nor is it okay to discuss that grief – which can still be with us years and years later, or perhaps for the rest of our lives.
This is unacceptable to me, and yet I have spent years past hiding my grief and sadness. After my tears I felt closer to my Beloved Dead and more grounded in my body. I was reminded of the impermanence, and thus the preciousness, of life and it bolstered me to keep aiming to live it well. We are expected to shut our emotional selves down and “put on a brave face” when in reality we should be experiencing the emotion, though they may be extremely difficult to sit with, and feel all that this corporeal existence can give us.
We short-change ourselves as magickal and spiritual beings if we do not own and fully experience our emotions. We owe it to our loved ones who have gone on to remember them fully without fear of experiencing sadness and grief, or making others “uncomfortable”. If we do not work with our emotions (experience them, discover their origins, and work into our personal shadow realms) we risk short-changing our magick and our spiritual progress. We risk diluting or unwittingly negating our magickal efforts through unprocessed and unconscious emotions that may undercut our magickal intentions because on some level we do not want the outcome. We prevent ourselves from progressing.
This is something I have been working with for a little while now, particularly as a long-time yogi, where I sit with the emotions that come up for me and see where they take me. Sometimes they lead me to happy places, sometimes fairly dark ones, but wherever they lead allows me to take one more step along the road to balance and self-knowledge. It’s worth the effort and time… provided you aren’t currently hellishly studying for exams or cramming assignments. If you are, my thoughts are with you in this difficult time.