Halloween, All Saints’, All Souls’ Day. Didn’t understand what all these days pushed together meant when I was growing up Catholic. Except for candy and trick or treating. That was the big thing. And carving pumpkins. . . .
Read MoreThis DVD was filmed in 1989 at Samhain, marking the special time of year when the veils between this world and the otherworld are thin and the dark Goddess is visible in the land. This film is a rare and visionary treasure for all Goddess-loving people who want to experience her nature in the mystical landscape of Glastonbury-Avalon. In 90 minutes, it weaves a tapestry of myth, storytelling, stunningly intense scenes of ceremony and ritual dance, landscape impressions, and scholarly explorations of the nature of the Goddess.
Read MoreThe hermetic teachings comprising The Southwark Mysteries were first revealed to my shamanic familiar John Crow on the night of 23rd November 1996, at Cross Bones Graveyard in south London, by the spirit of The Goose.
Read MoreEach year two wonderful events, the Beltane Bash and the Halloween Festival, are held in London, UK, with all profits going to the purchase and preservation of Ravens Wood, a wonderful pagan ‘owned’ wood in the heart of the Hertfordshire countryside, and a place where the Goddess, in Her guise as The Morrigan, is celebrated through the changing of the seasons.
Read MoreFor Witches, such as myself, Pagans and other followers of the Old Ways, Hallows (also known as Samhain or Halloween, among other names) marks the third, final harvest and a new year. It is a time of introspection, withdrawal and honoring the Goddesses known as “dark”, the Crone or Hag. As Winter draws near, we begin that journey down and within.
Read MoreAs many of us know, Samhain, or Calan Gaeaf (the Welsh name for the sabbat) is a time of introspection and self examination. At this time of year the path to Avalon takes on a particular resonance through the shared themes of transformation, regeneration and inspiration.
Read MoreIt is the day after the night and I am raking the ashes
in the circle of trees. Boots on feet, apple branch in hand,
guardedly I poke and stir and lift – and, in each gust of wind,
I sense your coming, Caledonian witch.
Your essence travels through the rich
earth of my resting place
Tonight the sky is full of watching eyes
as the Ancestors press their faces
close up to the razor-edge that separates
the living from the dead.
