Secular New Year vs. Samhain, Witch's New Year

Oak Moon
Waning (age: 20 days), in Virgo
Weather: mild, low clouds, expecting some rain or snow


For many witches, Samhain (Oct. 31, also known as Holloween here in the US) is the beginning of the new sacred year. Much like the Jewish Rosh Hashanah, Samhain is a time for one to focus upon the past year and introspection, as well as making plans for the new year. While in the Jewish tradition, work is prohibited and attendance at temple, with contemplation of the liturgical texts appropriate to the holy day is required, it is a bit different in witchcraft.

Yes, many witches hold circles and will engage in boisterous celebrations. Some will hold somber rememberances for the dead and others will engage in the merriment that overtakes the rest of the community in a glut of candy, chocolate, and hijinks, Samhain can have many different ways it is celebrated. Within my tradition, Samhain is both a time for merriment and a time for preparation.

A long, long time ago, Samhain was approximately during the time of the last major harvest of the year and the culling of the herds. This time was a time of mixed emotions because the approaching winter brought great apprehension even as there was joy that the labors of the year were nearly over. This time of mixed emotions does persist into the modern era, though it doesn't fall on Samhain as frequently now.

Now, the date of Dec. 31st is the one where we culturally have our time of merriment and apprehension. We bid the old year good bye, celebrate the coming year, and find ourselves plagued by the uncertianty of the coming year, in addition to being troubled by lingering fears of the past year.

Here, on the verge of the secular New Year, I realize that Samhain has come to me late this year. It fell on the secular New Year, rather then the Witch's New Year. I find myself relieved that the burdens of the past 12 months are finally passing, but I am also concerned for the burdens that will persist as well. I am filled with deep and speechless joy, gratitude, and wonder for all of the special and truly amazing things that has happened this year, such as the birth of my son. I feel hope for the coming year and also anxiety.

In this, I realize that I must bid the year good bye in a way that banishes the past fears and plans for the coming year. At Samhain and at the secular New Year, many people light bonfires. These fires are lit generally for the pure pyromaniac joy of watching something burn. Oh sure, many people talk about how these fires are symbolically bringing in the warmth of the summer or some such rot like that. But let's be honest, 99% of the people who light fires on New Years and Samhain are doing so because the fire looks cool. Not saying that symbolisim is bad, but there is such a thing as reading far too much into something.

That rant aside, I believe that I'm going to do some variation (obviously much smaller) of a bonfire. It may only be a candle, but this flame will be used to symbolically consume the old year's dross. I think I may also do a little ritual to reinforce my goals of the next year in addition to this, I haven't decided yet. But I recognize that I need to do this, which brings me back to what I wanted to say earlier but I think I did a terrible job of doing.

It is important to take at least one day out of the year for us to recognize where we have been and where we'd like to go. This is what the holy day of Samhain is for in my tradition and the way that I try to view the secular New Year as well.


Crisis of Faith Redux

Oak Moon
Phase: First Quarter (Waxing Gibbious, age:10 days)
Position: Taurus
Weather: Seasonably cool, mild warming trend bringing temps to slightly above freezing, high thin clouds, light precipitation, minimal wind

I've been having an old dream again. It's not exactly a nightmare, though it does have many of the elements of my nightmares in it. Usually, I do fairly well interpreting my own dreams. This one, however, has had me stumped for quite some time. I asked a friend of mine to take a shot at interpreting it and he suggested that it was indicating that I was experiencing some type of a crisis of faith.

That discussion happened a few days ago. As I have been trying to puzzle it out, because it does make sense for some reason that I wasn't able to define, I've been struggling with the pulls between the demands of being a new mother, a housewife, and a businesswoman. In all of this, I've been failing to place sufficient emphasis on my spirituality. Indeed, I've been stretched out too thin and spending more time spinning my wheels rather then doing all of them with the measure of success I could be doing.

I've been treated for postpartum depression. They were talking about having me on anti-depressants for at least a year. I recall how anti-depressants play with me after a while and the risks of dependence upon those things is high enough to make me uneasy. I've weaned myself off of them and am doing alot better then I was when I was diagnosed with the postpartum depression. Now, it's just feeling overwhelmed and inadequate. I can't use postpartum depression as an excuse for my shortcomings. That problem has been resolved, even if the others around me choose to disagree with me on it.

No, I think I have figured out where that crisis of faith is. It's not in the sense of what religion I practice. It's not exactly that kind of crisis of faith, so much as it is a crisis of faith in my self. It's a realization that has me looking at everything that's been overwhelming me with a new perspective. It has forced me to admit that I've been afraid that I can't do all this at once. Looking back over the last several months, however, that is what I have been doing. I may not have been doing it well, but I have been managing a juggling act of a fairly large proportion well enough that my home is not a pigsty, dinner is usually on the table at a reasonable hour, my family is generally happy and healthy.

And this has been in the face of my problems with postpartum depression and feelings of inadequacy. The postpartum depression didn't cause those feelings, though I'm sure some one reading this may decide to suggest that. No, it served to make me aware of it. Much like the difficulties I had in my pregnancy served to make me aware that I need to be more compassionate towards myself and take better care of my health. These things are fairly gentle wake-up calls from the Universe.

I know what practical things I need to do to get all of this anxiety under control. I also know what I need to do to find the root of the problem and resolve it. I may not like doing these things, but they are part of the reason why I began practicing witchcraft and the reason why I returned to it. As such, I suppose Samhain came late for me this year, falling closer to the secular new year then the witch's new year. Such is life, though.


A Yule Meditation

Oak Moon
Phase: Waxing Crescent (in the sign Pisces, 8 days old)
Weather: Seasonably cold, high thin clouds and occasional lake effect flurries
This is reposted from another blog of mine, it was originally posted yesterday, hence the above notation reflects this.
Soon, it will be Yule. Some people think of this season as a depressing time of year and others think of it as a joyous one because of all the boisterous holiday celebrations that surround us. Having been raised on a farm, I found that the winter was a time of rest and preparation. We took time to make plans for the spring planting and to relax with family.

The rush and effort of the harvest behind us, we had some time to enjoy the fruits of our labors and to engage in more indoor persuits. My father spent a good amount of the time, when I was a girl, doing things like making models with my brothers and I. He worked at the food processing factory across the county, but when he was needed on the farm his work day didn't end until late at night. In the winter, however, he didn't need to trouble himself with worry if a tractor needed some repairs or if the hay baler needed more wire.

Then, we spent time doing things like stargazing in the icy cold nights and having snowball fights on saturday afternoons. Intermixed with the happy memories of my early childhood, I have more sorrowful ones. Such as the last christmas with my great-grandmother Hazel, whom I adored, and how she didn't recognize me. Or the winter that I was repeatedly abused by a boyfriend I had in highschool, to the extent where I found myself in fear for my life on a semi-regular basis.

Here, as I find myself on the threshold of midwinter, I can not help but feel thankful for all of those experiences that have lead up to where I am today. Some will burn in my memory as bright flames of joy, like the rush of excitement I felt when I saw Halley's Comet thru my grandfather's old telescope one December night many years ago, and others will be pangs of sorrow, like the memory of that batch of butterscotch great-grandma Hazel and I shared after my 3rd grade christmas concert.

Winter is a time for us to slow down, to turn inward and take stock of where we are and where we'd like to be. Just as we may plan out the flowerbeds or the vegetable patch for next spring's planting, we can plan out where we want to be come next winter. And in all of it, remember, it is good. We've all worked hard to be where we are, even if it didn't feel like it. And we are all wonderful people, so that work has borne good fruit.



Oak Moon
Phase: Waxing crescent (age - 5 days)
Sign: Pisces

Weather: seasonably cold, high cirrus clouds, no precipitation and little wind.


At one point, I had taught a dream interpretation class. This was a few years ago and many people felt that it was quite helpful to them. It is ironic, then, that I have a difficult time interpreting my own dreams. I generally don't worry too much about that minor glitch, I figure if I'm one of the lucky few who can actually read their tarot cards for themselves, then I shouldn't feel too badly about difficulty interpreting my own dreams. Even so, I admit I feel a great deal of fustration.

Recently, I have been having an old dream reoccur on a somewhat regular basis. A few weeks of insomnia concluded with this dream returning to me. Now, it's been a few nights of my having this dream and it's beginning to bug me. I know there is a message buried in it, and I suspect that my friend who helped me out some with interpreting it is right.

Perhaps this dream is indicating that I have some form of a spiritual conflict that I'm struggling with. It relates, I think, back to a few other conflicts that I've been struggling with that, ironically, deal with some dreams of mine.

With the birth of my son, one of my greatest dreams has been fulfilled. I am a mother. It is a blessing that I had yearned to have for a long time. With my marriage to my husband, another one of my dreams for my life has been fulfilled. The same is true with the completion of college a few years ago. Now, I find myself in a very uncomfortable position.

There are elements of past dreams that I have abandoned all around me. My dream of being a novelist rests on a small pile of floppy disks, a file folder of research, and three different versions of a manuscript. My dream of being a teacher is bound up neatly into a portfolio collecting dust on a shelf next to one of the versions of my novel manuscript. My dream of being a spiritual leader and teacher is scattered about with my different divination tools, books, and related items thru out my home. And there is some other thing that ties these different threads together that I feel present but I am afraid of.

My spirituality has been a very important part of my life. It is what has guided me and prompted me to take stock of the importance of my nightly dreams. They are messages to me from my soul's deepest recesses. Now, I find that I am struggling with a deep fear of a dream that I never felt worthy of. Even as I struggle with it, there is something pulling me forward. I can fight it, or I can swallow my fear and move forward on my own.

Either way, I believe the answer lies in my dreams.


Preparation for Yule

Snow Moon
- Phase: Waning
- Position: Virgo

Weather: cold, cloudy, freezing rain immanent;
currently winter-storm warnings in effect


Today is the first day of the Christian season of Advent. They prepare themselves for the Second Coming of Christ and the celebration of His Nativity, Christmas.

Today is also a part of the wildly insane holiday shopping season. A gross orgy of consumerism and surfeit that makes the sweet tooth of the secular celebration of Holloween look ascetic. To say that I am repulsed by the secular celebrations of the season is to be committing a great understatement. I loathe and abhor the vast majority of the secular celebrations of this time of year and of several other holidays. It is not because it is a subtle programme of state sponsored conversion taictics (as some of the neophytes around would have you think) or because it is some deeply buried secret wish that people would celebrate the birth of Jesus (as some of my detractors may try to convince you).

No, my repulsion of the holiday season (because let's be honest, they don't call it the holiday shopping season, do they?), is because it encourages people to denegrate others for the sake of their immediate gain. Objectification is the problem, to be precise. I have an infant son whom I do not want to believe that there is any time of year that it is permissible to reduce other people to mere objects, playthings that should accord themselves to his whims. The message of this season, unfortunately, is just that.

"Oh, you're being a Scrooge!" some may cry, but I ask if I truly am? Let's take a step back and look at what we are inundated with starting as early as midsummer. (Yes, you did read that right, Midsummer! Some of the stores in my area were in the process of setting up their Christmas displays in July.) Many, many messages are imparted that if we are to show our affection it must be done with things. Our degree of affection shown is gaged by the expense, trendiness, and generally approved societal value of the object.

Men are exhorted to give their wives and female signifigant others exorbitantly expensive jewelry from the "right" stores. Women are chided to give the men in their lives insanely expensive televisions, new tools, and similar gender "appropriate" gifts. Parents and all adults are functionally ordered to purchase for their children every and any toy on the market for their age group and the latest cell phone/gadget produced this month. People are told to remodel their homes, refurnish the living room in the latest styles, and generally remake themselves into the season's latest image. All for the sake of showing affection in the correct way and to present the correct face to society for the holiday season.

Now, some may ask where the problem lies in all of this. We can all refuse to engage in these ludicrous acts of wanton financial suicide. We, however, are told subtly that we're not good enough if we don't enter into these foolish acts. We are told that we are not valued if the people around us don't engage in this ritualized stupidity. And children are repeatedly told that they are of lower status and value if they are not catered to and given all they desire. Why are we told these things, because of the subtle whisper of what is not said, but implied in all of these ads.

This is what repulses me of this time of year.

So, as I prepare for Yule, I intend to steel my heart against this onslaught. And in such, be annealed and strengthened against future efforts to strip my value by the words of others.

Housekeeping and such.

Well, for those of you who may be looking for my other blogs relating to the Sapience Ring, they are no longer available.

As the Sapience Ring group is now inactive, these blogs are no longer required. The materials taht were published on them are available via email at request. I will be updating the forpat of this blog and posting some new information.

Past entries will remain as they currently are, but future posts will resemble the format that I use for entries in my own journals. If this format is difficult to follow, please let me know. I'm trying to make this as easy to read and update as possible.

Sorry if I have caused any inconvenience and thank you for reading!


Motherhood and the Goddess

It occurs to me as I sit here with my infant son sleeping on my lap that the Goddess as Mother is a popular image that never really gets viewed with depth. Oh, people have waxed poetic about it. I have done so. But no real thought of Mother is there, just (for the most part) the romantic image of Mother. Now that I am a mother, it occurs to me that that romantic image really is a horrible disservice to mothers if not a disgusting lie. It's like the Angel of the Home stereotype of the Victorian Era. It may look sweet and comforting, but it really is a gloss over a confining concept that is built on assumptions that can cause a great deal of harm.

I can't really comment much on the process of birth. I can say this, what I felt of labor before the pain medications kick in, it is not a serene experience. Anyone who tells you this has not been in labor. I wasn't at the point of hard labor when the pain medicine kicked in and I was experiencing pain that was approaching the level of what I did with appendicitis. There's a lot of other little details like this that people just gloss over when they think of motherhood and the Goddess as mother. No one wants to consider the idea of a Goddess that's crazy because of hormonal instability as her body's adjusting from being pregnant to not being pregnant, in addition to the wackiness of the hormones for nursing.

No one wants to think of a Goddess who is cranky because she was up half the night with a baby who was crying. No one wants to even remotely consider a Goddess who is suffering postpartum depression. Nor do they want to think of a Goddess dealing with the grimy niceties of something such as dirty diapers, spitting up, or a sick baby. Or a Goddess who's half deaf and aggravated by the baby who's shrieking on her shoulder because of painful gas and is squirming around so much it's difficult to burp them. The list just is endless.

People want the chocolate box image of Mother. They want the woman holding a peaceful baby, looking deliriously happy and dressed beautifully. They want the Angel of the Home with a bit of June Cleaver thrown in. This romanticized image of Mother is not real. It makes it a lot harder to be a new mother when you've got that image held up of how things should be. Let's not even consider how it would compare at the larger level of the forces of elemental creation.

I have upheld that the Goddess as Mother is Chaos itself. Some say I'm crazy for doing this and that the people who revere Chaos are fools because it invites it into their lives. From what I have experienced thus far, however, nothing makes more sense. The daily tasks of raising a baby are going to be chaotic and the patterns that emerge are going to be like those of a fractal. I'm not going to claim that I know what I'm in for, but I think that I can say that I need to meditate on what Mother would do in situations that have me taxed to the end of my wits. After all, there is no more inventive solutions then the ones that arise out of necessity.


Thoughts on 'foundational' qualities.

In many occult traditions (Wicca and Witchcraft are but one of them.) there is a set of foundational qualities that are upheld as important. In the zeal of attempting to classify things by their elemental associations, we find the following qualities ascribed alternately to each element depending upon the mood of the persons whom we are speaking to.

These qualities are:

  • To Know
  • To Will
  • To Dare
  • To Keep Silent
While I don't usually ascribe to much of what has been upheld as 'ancient' tradition in most arenas of modern witchcraft, I do have to confess this is a point that I have a difficult time arguing against. My interpretation, however, may leave many of my contemporaries in a state of aghast shock.

To Know
This quality is immensely valuable. You need to have some kind of concept of what you are doing. This can hold true in the occult or in the mundane matters that we deal with. Knowing what you are doing and what you are working with also calls for one to value education and the processes by which a person acquires knowledge. The trait to know also requires that we value wisdom and experience.

To Dare
I don't know where to begin stating something on the matter of courage. And that, my friends, is what the trait to dare is all about. Courage is a special quality that we should all work to cultivate in ourselves. I'm not saying that we should act foolishly and do reckless things because we're going to prove how brave we are. It is a trait that allows us to stand up and do what is right when the prevailing social forces are against it. It is also the reason why people can act as heros in the face of harrowing instances. Courage can be found in all areas of life.

To Will
One may have difficulty with this particular concept. Goodness knows I did for a long time, and then it became clear just what exactly is being discussed here. It is our ability to choose to act that is highlighted here. It is as simple as the definition of the term. We choose how we respond to situations, even if it is not a fully processed and weighed decision to act. We decide to be alive everyday. With sufficent concentration, one could make their heart stop beating. One could take a deliberate action to end their life at any time, some of these actions seemingly accidental. We decide not to take the actions that end our lives, thus we choose to live. We will ourselves to live. This is but one of many choices we make during the day.

To Keep Silent
Some choose to say that this little trait is a vestige left over from the Burning Times. If you have learned anything of me thus far in my bits of writing, you will have learned my opinion upon the Burning Times. I may actually write something more cohesive on that at some point. This trait, however, is not discussing some need for secrecy or to take a vow of silence. It is extolling the virtue of discretion. We do not generally bandy about our bank account numbers for any one to read. We keep information that must be secure close to ourselves and quiet. The same is true for our occult knowledge because it is a deeply personal knowledge. We may choose to share with others what we know, but it is a calculated sharing that is always limited in some fashion to keep us safe. This is what is being extolled in the quality of silence referred to here.

Now, one may wonder why I am musing on this little matter. It occurred to me this afternoon following a conversation with a Seeker into the Craft that these four 'virtues' of the occult are highly valuable but not for the reasons that so many uphold. And the interplay between them is perhaps more important.

With knowledge, we can act on a situation and make an informed and rational decision. The action taken will require, as all actions do, a measure of courage to risk the unknown. Discretion colors our decision making process and our actions as to keep us and our interests safe. This is true in all areas of one's life. Hopefully, my fellow witches and occultists will recognize this as well.


Thought on the Wiccan Rede

I'd be posting some of my past meditations and musings upon the Rede but I wanted to first say something about my present thoughts on it.

The Wiccan Rede states:

Do as thou wilt an' it harm none.

It's a fairly simple statement that doesn't get much consideration by most of the Wiccans and Witches I encounter. Many of them view it as a replacement or a parallel to the 'Golden Rule' that they grew up with in their mainstream background. Many of these same Wiccans and Witches view my stance upon the Rede as inappropriate. It's as though they feel that the same rule set from Christianity that they were raised with should be applied outside of that belief system.

I was raised in an agnostic/atheistic household. My mother was a 'closeted' Witch for many years, choosing to inform me of her beliefs when I began to seriously study Wicca. My father's spiritual beliefs are generally agnostic, taking a very humanist and Stoic approach to life. The extent of my interaction and induction into the Christian worldview that seems to dominate the cultural and spiritual landscape of the USA was via a few trips to a Presbyterian Church with my grandparents, the book of bible stories read to me as a small child, and the different elements that are visible in the mainstream public.

Let me tell you, the version of Christianity that I learned through the mainstream public was rather horrifying and I can comprehend why some people view Christians as terrible people. That, however, is a different topic.

The Wiccan Rede is a nice phrase but it doesn't really serve well as an actual guide for action. It took me many years to modify it until the Rede fit the way I was raised. My view point is somewhat alien to the Witches and Wiccans who came to the Craft from a Christian background and I think it frightens them. The things that are known as "black magic" are not viewed as taboo by myself because "black magic" doesn't exist. The practices that are shunned as inhumane by many, such as blood magic and ritual sacrifice, are not taboo either. It's taken me many years of study and many years of thought to really reach this point.

The modified version of the Rede that I'm sure you have seen posted by me somewhere in this blog is the fruit of this effort. You are free to act in any way you choose. Your freedom to act in any capacity is limited by responsiblity. If your action limits the freedoms of another or otherwise cause them harm or damage, will result in a chain of effects that will eventually come back to you. If your action was taken with the correct motivations and intentions, you may beable to come away from the action with out too much damage or harm to yourself.

All of humanity exists for the same reason as any other species exists upon this planet. It is for the continuation of the genetic line and the species. Unlike many other species, we happen to be self-aware and capeable of abstract thought. As we have these interesting abilities, we can observe the effects of our actions and the actions of others, analyze them, and determine if they are beneficial to our ultimate goal. This may sound an emotionless and unspiritual stance for a woman who is a priestess of her faith to take, but it is a fact that can not be argued.

As (potentially) the most advanced species on this planet, we can understand that our destroying one portion of the food chain will eventually kill us off. We can understand that poisioning the water supply or the air will kill us off. We recognize that playing tag with multi-ton death machines (like semi-trucks or locomotives) is not a good idea.

The goal of religion is to foster the recognition of these kinds of things. The goal of religion is to encourage people to grow and develop mentally (and perhaps spiritually) so that they can take full responsiblity for their actions. It is only by accepting responsiblity that we can truly appreciate the benefits that our freedoms have.

This, accompanied by the stubborn insistance upon truth and honesty that I have, is quickly marking me as a heritic in the rising tide of mainstream Witchcraft. Many people ask me why I no longer identify myself as Wiccan. The reason why I no longer identify myself as Wiccan is because the mainstream Wiccan movement is no longer focused on what the goals of religion are. I name myself as a Witch because I am a heritic, a practitioner of the 'dark arts', a wise-woman, and an individual that operates at the fringes of society.

The Wiccan Rede and so many other elements of Wicca have been distorted from the orginal teachings. It doesn't help that many of the teachings themselves are distortions of other teachings and fabrication by the early occultists of the last century. I have been finding myself encountering vast degrees of rejection for my demand that this fact, the true history of this faith, be recognized by the leadership of the community.

So, the next time you look at the Wiccan Rede when it is bandied about by some neophyte Witch, don't assume that all Witches believe it. Some of us actually have a deeper theology then the Momma Goddess and the Daddy God want us to all play nice.


Musings on Action and Growth (8/18/01)

The purpose of life is to live and to grow, that is all. Ecstasy is the feeling of life and the love that is the depths of it. Growth comes from challenges, pain, and healing. My sense of self must be diverse and multifaced for me to be healthy and to survive/thrive in an often hostile world.

Breath is the first step of action. It centers and focuses us. It allows us to flow. Motion is the second step of action. It is the breaking from stasis that make is possible for us to flow. Flowing with our action is the third step. It is flowing that allows us to reach stillness in action. Stillness is the fourth step. In stillness, do we breathe.

Truths from Meditation (1/22/03)

It is vital to remember that all life is sacred in all its forms. Thus, you are sacred and important. Be compassionate to yourself; you are failable, but the wise accept their limitations. Do not punish yourself for past errors, percieved or real. Accept them as part of the learning process, forgive yourself, and move forward. If you change the past, you lose the good and the bad of today. Do not sit and worry about tomorrow, for you are wasting today. We have no influence over the past and we've yet to create the future, therefore, forcus on today.

Religion is built up in layers. The first is our actions. The second is our attitudes. The third is our thoughts. Finally, we have our spirit. To be balanced, we must maintain health in all these places. It is only with blance that we can plumb the mentaphysical depths of any religion.

Past Musings on the History of Wicca/Witchcraft

(Orginally dated: Jan 21, 2003; untitled)

Wicca draws very heavily from the Celtic peoples, though our knowledge of them is quite limited. The name Celt is an anglicized spelling of the Greek term Keltoi [translated as wanderers]. They appear in the pages of European history with the recording of economic transations between a band of these people and some Grecian traders in the area of Macedonia. Interestingly, at the same time, the legent of the Amazons surfaces. Is it possible that these ferice women warriors were the women of the Celts that lived in that region? It was with Caesar's Gallic Wars, that we get some picture of Celtic society.

(Orginally dated: Jan. 22, 3003; untitled)

The structure of the Celtic society has frequently been compared to the caste system of India. I do not believe this is how the Celts lived. The secular structure had the peasantry at the lowest rank, the artisans next, followed by the warriors. Above the warriors, there were the nobles. The religious groups were in some respects above the nobles, but mainly they were separate. Slaves and prisoners of war were non-entities, propoerty and devoid of virtually all rights.

The religion of the Celts and the organization of this religion is perhaps one of the biggest mysteries surrounding this ancient people. Caesar's documents present the druid as the religious leader of the community as well as a powerful magus. Since the Victorian period, societies calling themselves durids have emerged, frequently basing their organization on the Roman texts, medieval literature, and faulty archeology. What can be said with certianty about the historical figures of the druids is the following:

Druids were teachers, judges, and priests. They officiated at major religious fucntions and ceremonies. Within the community of druids, there were both women and men. The organization of druids can loosely be described with the Ovate at the lowest position, the Bard second, and the Druid at the highest.

The Celts were polytheists, though our knowledge of their beliefs are limited. Their culture placed a powerful emphasis on honor and community. In many respects, they resemble their Germanic/Teutonic contemporaries. Many of these cultural elements persist in the modern Celtic sub-culture.

The ceremonies and practices of modern Witchcraft, as presented, strongly resemble the practices of the Catholic church. My practices are more simple. Prayer, work to aid those in need, and acts of compassion are central. Living in harmony and with respect for all life is a central tenant. My rule is to act with responsiblity, compassion, and honr. More often, this correlates to the Wiccan Rede and/or the Witch's Law of Three as espoused by most traditions/sects of Witchcraft.

Magical practices are forms of prayer, tools to be widely used, or the exercise of an inborn talent. A house blessing, for example, is a prayer, while a banishment is a tool, and scrying is the exercise of a talent.


Changes in the near future

This is just to inform you, there will be changes made to some of the content here and to the lay-out in the near future. :)

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