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Sea Witchery & Sirens

Sea Witchcraft, Ocean Witchcraft and Beach Magick is the most beautiful, at times simplistic, but ultimately the most powerful magick and ritual I have ever practiced. 1,072 more words

Around The Cauldron

thetwistedtreeshoppe: Isáine & Midnight reblogged this on The Twisted Tree Shoppe Blog and commented:

I have been lucky enough to live near the ocean for the last almost 12 years-- as long as I have been practicing as a pagan and a witch-- but I have only practiced Sea Witchcraft actively for perhaps the last 4 years about I think. I love living near the sea, I cannot imagine living much farther from it which has made things quite difficult since we're trying to find land and move from this place. I definitely agree that ultimately, though tools and herbs and candles are lovely-- and useful!-- you should be able to practice magic with nothing but your Will and your Breath, and the things you find around you. (Of course it is definitely polite to give offerings when you're working out in nature!) I love writing runes or spells in the sand, or whispering things into shells and sending them on their way with the waves. This is something I have actually got my toddling son to do-- whisper into shells and send our wishes to the mermaids. He doesn't really say anything into the shells (he pretends to whisper) but he loves the idea of the whole thing. And she's right: the Ocean Mother and the spirits there and at the shore and in the storm off the sea-- they are Primal (read: really f*cking old) and made of darker things than most of us have (or care to) encounter. I don't always, but often when I go to the shore I call on Yemaya. We have had a working relationship that sways like the tides over the last few years. And most associate Her as a very 'light' and loving diety. Which She can be. But She is also destruction-- tidal wave and storm, and Her acts of protection can come on violent and primal like Kali. Hell, one of Her Aspects is Pirate Queen ruler of the predators of the sea. And I too have heard the Siren's call... I work sometimes in the realms of the Sea Folk, I feel very strongly even that one of their lines is in my blood-- and one Full Moon night I was down on the shore, walking along and singing. And then the air shifted, and I could hear another song, singing out from in my bones rather than audible on the air. And my eyes drooped and I felt the tug. I felt the incredible melancholic longing, the dire urge to step into the waves-- and keep going. I have never been one to swim in the ocean at night. I know we have sharks in the shallows in the day time, so I *know* they are there at night. But I felt this wrenching in my heart, this pull at my ankles, to just keep walking and put my head under the surface and swim and never return. I fought the pull, and kept to the shallows, and forced myself to walk parallel to the beach instead of out into the water. But it was the most intense draw I have ever had-- and I have had instances before where I had this melancholic yearning to join the sea, like it was where I belonged. But unfortunately, this selkie lady has not a seal skin to take her past the breakers and into ocean depths unfathomable.

Happy Mabon

Mabon – the day of the year when the god of light is defeated by his twin and alter-ego, the god of darkness (Autumn Equinox of equal day and night) 533 more words


Saturday Word of the Day: Galoot

*Galoot: an awkward, eccentric or foolish person

“Urgh, get out of the way you big galoot, you lummox, you big dolt!”

He blinks at her. His big soft, fiery eyes flickering open and close. 368 more words

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On the Eve of Mabon - from Wild Water Spirit blog

Click on the picture for the article from my covenmate Spiritsong Clara Munro

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Reconstructing Folk Practices

For those of us who are reconstructing folk practices, the path is not an easy one.

We have to trawl through books trying to find crumbs of the practices that might be reconstructed. 27 more words

Quercus Robur