Imbolc 2017

Blessed Imbolc, friends. Although I haven’t been able to actually celebrate it yet (it’s a sunshine holiday with no sunshine, so I’ll just be doing my ritual tonight), because I haven’t been in my dorm at all today, I’ve still got the holiday in my mind. Now, I don’t know much about Brigid, and I don’t personally worship her, but since the holiday was made in her name it would only make sense for me to do some reading up in my spare time. She’s beautiful, I must admit. A goddess of poetry and storytelling, protector of cows and rivers. She’s the life that flows through all things, which explains her survival through the centuries. She was so beautiful and important Christianity tried to kidnap her. She is resilient and powerful. I have infinite respect for her.

Personally, I associate (almost all, but especially) this holiday along with Beltane strongly with Persephone. During this time, she is returning to this world to bring color and warmth to it once again. Hades is kissing his wife on the temples, packing her suitcase and telling her to say hello to Demeter for him. This is a time of excitement for me, because my goddess will be back. It’s a lovely feeling.

For my ritual tonight I’m going to do a lot of cleaning of my ritual space, dust off the cat hair and spilled cinnamon, meditate, make a few wishes and then paint something in honor of Persephone, an offering to welcome her back to us.

Later I’ll add in images of my ritual and painting, but until then, happy almost-spring!

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Beltane Curse

I have no real solid ideas for this upcoming holiday except that I came into some pretty foul tasting red wine and thought “Hell, why not?”

I’ve been going through some pretty rough shit with almost everyone in my life right now. The issue is, during arguments, I don’t retaliate. I’m a doormat. I don’t know why or how to stop this, but I do know that there’s months up pent up, tar like, black, oozing, needle filled, violent energy within me that needs to get out. What better way to expend it than to do a curse?

I’ve avoided this aspect of my craft, as I’ve stated before, but I think now I finally have the strength and power (for lack of a better word) to do it. I’ll definitely be documenting the outcome more than I do with my usual, more positive spells, especially since this is a spell going out instead of inward for myself.

This spell is a rework of this one. My target is far away and it’s impossible for me to get a talisman to them, so I reworked it so that it’s more of a “voodoo doll” for lack of a better term.

Needs:

  • A small jar
  • Red wine
  • dirt, water, matches, tiger eye and citrine
  • A piece of your target
  • Your own blood (Or saliva)
  • A razor blade
  • Black candle

Turn on some loud, angry, violent music (Or music that reminds you of your target, possibly.) and place the razor blade, blood,wine and target representation into the jar. As you say each of the elements in the incantation, add them to the jar as well.

Say

I call upon the devastation of the elements. May [target’s full name]’s happiness be turned to ash. May their peace be drowned in the waters of sorrow. May their pleasure be swept away before they can experience any of it. May their roots rot, rot, rot. May they feel the same pain they have caused.

As you finish, place the black candle on the jar and let it burn completely.Once it’s done, shake the jar violently. Make noise. Let out all the negative and horrible energy you’ve been harboring for their benefit and put it into the spell. It is activated. When you feel the anger returning, just shake the jar. This will charge it as well.

For me personally, I’m also carving a banishment sigil into the top of jar which I painted red. (Better to have a red top to seal it all off than a “ranch dip” one, haha)

I’ll maybe post updates on this on this blog. I’ll definitely be writing down the reactions. Maybe I’ll never do a curse again after this, who knows, but I see this more as a way to expel energy than to pointedly hurt someone. I just happen to be hurting the person causing me all this pain in the process.

Ostara

Today is a day of renewal for me. As Persephone arises from her kingdom to come to the surface and bring the world to bloom, I’m trying to rise and bloom myself. The spells I have planned for today are ones of new beginnings, new beginnings to better myself. But balance is a focus as well. As I dust away the dirt and negativity of my life, I’m hoping to place bright colors and plant seeds of yellow flowers in.

It’s a hope. A big one, with all the shit that’s going on in my life, I’m hoping I can use this day as a boost to be able to move forward. I’ve been stuck in this perpetual cyclone of bullshit for a long while and I’m praying that this will be the push I need to pull me out of it. I cleaned my dorm room more thoroughly than I have in months, I cleansed, full body grounded and just sat in silence for a few hours. It was a rejuvenating time.

But with a clean slate comes a case of “blank page jitters” that have sent me for a loop. I can either decide to go back to the trash that’s put me through hell constantly for the past few years, foolishly praying (once again) that it’ll change for the better, or I can dive into the unknown, grasping for a hand to hold knowing the entire time that there’s the much more plausible possibility that I’ll have made the wrong choice.

There’s no way of knowing. But Persephone made the decision to work in harmony with Hades, I can make the decision to do something that’s not only good for me, but everyone and everything around me.