Samhein @31st Oct. 2015

I was reading work diaries and decided to publish diary of last year’s Samhein, as nothing worth writing happened since new year.

Samhein, Oct 31st 2015 around 21h, moon 65% waning. Belgrade, Kosutnjak forest.
Participants: Voxin, Tala, apprentice “JJ” – first time with us. I will pass journal entries ‘as is’, and here they are.

Voxin’s entry:
Feeling strong energy. I made strong circle so nothing can pass in or out except energy of eleme2015-10-31 21.45.54nts though the ground. I grounded myself pretty good by sitting and leaning on my both hands on the ground. Palms were buried in fallen leaves and dirt. Energy flow was fantastic. I saw my father outside the circle. He was my age. Had his brown coat hanging on his finger on the shoulder, falling back. Beside him, there was a viking. He had long and dirty blond hair, he had horned helmet and short beard and was in full war gear, all with shield and axe. Had green squared kilt. I knew he was one of my ancestors.
There was also some kind of demon there, but lesser one – weak. More like a jester then real menace. Behind me was an old lady dressed in black. I could not see her face. She wasn’t radiating negativity of any kind.
When we finished work, I felt a need to thank to each one which I did. It was awesome experience. Tala’s and JJ’s energies were boosting pretty good. I felt very very good.

Tala’s entry:
Circle was cast and I left candle at each world direction. JJ left a flower beside each candle. Gratitude to God and Goddess, some old thoughts of gratitude have returned and I felt it intensely. Cleansing and Chackras – Cleansing was on few planes at the same time. JJ was shining 😀 It was interesting to feel how I became conscious of each one of the elements. Earth, footsteps in the distance as one walks by, I let him pass. Gusting wind has blown pretty strong and I waited for it to come, get stronger and leave. Fire in that moment has become stronger. I felt my palms burning. I thought if I turn them toward up that light would shine out. I saw the ones who were more distant from the edge of the circle. I realized my mother was here but she was standing aside. Water wasn’t cold. Warm drizzle that carries all.
I saw them around, some who didn’t want to be too intrusive were standing behind, quiet. Others were in front, mostly to the west and north. That one evil spirit was there, but not willing to provoke or try anything. Grandpa came and set at north side on a fallen tree log. Happy and shining, but with some tiny ray of sadness in his eyes. Around him I saw many small children, lost, some only 2-3 years old. Like he was dragging them with him. Asked me how I am, told me that he is happy that I’m free, that he didn’t like my ex. Told me that he is glad I am finally healthy. Children were standing in between, looking at me. I told them to go with him. That fell really tough on me.
We offered bread and wine to all sides. Gratitude from them also. There were old warriors from this land, torn shoes and old wool hats. Some with colorful bags, stained. Two old ladies to the southwest, one in black was moving to the west, other was mostly standing in one place, but was smiling, like she wasn’t sure that she is not alive. I had urge to say something, but I do not remember if I did or just whispered. I called Hecate to lead them where they belong and to offer them peace. Great feeling of happiness and fullness after this. Smell of forest, energy that we gained through meditation. Wonderful feeling.

 

Goodbye of Morrigan

Lately, asked or unasked for, several poems or prayers or stories have appeared in my mind. The result is rather stunning for me, since channeled text usually doesn’t need much editing, if at all.

Last night, after going to bed and being half asleep, I woke up and grabbed my notebook and wrote down the following words.

Interesting to me was that lately I’ve had some rather vivid dreams and nightmares. Some have left me untouched, and some were rather scary and were rather questions, that I need answers to.

It’s Yule season, end of cold, night, darkness, new hopes for new bright days. Fitting, don’t you think? 🙂

Silent the night as I walk by ,
hovering over deep dreamless night,
pacing from shadows just to call by
another dream before the light.

Breathing souls waking in fear,
covering faces and dripping with tears.
Just one more night I will remain
the deepest dark in mortals veins.

As came, silently, mares will pass
a new bond with sun shall now last.
Prophecy dreams that I brought by
weak will fear, forget and deny.

Another season to wait in patience,
to swallow the light so vivid and dense.
I shall then, when thy not await
embrace your soul and be thy mate.

Thus even human it is to fight
a soul is never just dark or light.
The fear is warning in nick of time
to dash, to hide, to bend the line.

Every heart from its depth
spreads the sorrow and foul scent
of fear and past, but truly that heart
wishes to mend and wishes to shine.

Tonight the last time I kissed thee
till some other winter in peace.
Stay, yet never forget the gift,
Morrigan’s blessing to foresee.

December’s New moon @home

It was a cold and misty night. Moon was nowhere in sight. Since my counterpart, High Priestess Tala had things to do, we agreed that everyone will do own part at own time, instead of our coven grounds – her “Attic of the awoken”.

My beloved creature, and apprentice at the same time, arrived late so I had to prepare altar in a rush to catch the night before it ends at midnight. Felt like Cinderella a bit except there was no pumpkin coach to take me somewhere.
Continue reading December’s New moon @home