Samhain,pronounced sow-en and called Halloween today, is the ending of the Celtic year. The Celtic new year actually begins at sunset on October 31. This ritual is known as Ancestor Night or Feast of the Dead. Because the veil between the worlds is thinnest on this night, it was and is considered an excellent time for divinations. Feasts are made in remembrance of dead ancestors and as an affirmation of continuing life. A time for settling problems, throwing out old ideas and influences. This is either celebrated October 31, or the first Full Moon in Scorpio
Hear Now the words of the witches, The secrets we hid in the night, When dark was our destiny's pathway, That now we bring forth into light.
Mysterious water and fire, The earth and the wide-ranging air, By hidden quintessence we know them, And will and keep silent and dare.
The birth and rebirth of all nature, The passing of winter and spring, We share with the life universal, Rejoice in the magical ring.
Four times in the year the Great Sabbat Returns, and the witches are seen At Lammas and Candlemas dancing, On May Eve and old Hallowe'en.
When day-time and night-time are equal, Whensun is at greatest and least, The four Lesser Sabbats are summoned, And Witches gather in feast.
Thirteen silver moons in a year are, Thirteen is the coven's array. Thiteen times at Esbat make merry, For each golden year and a day.
The power that was passed down the age, Each time between woman and man, Each century unto the other, Ere time and the ages began.
When drawn is the magical circle, By sword or athame of power, Its compass between two worlds lies, In land of the shades for that hour.
This world has no right then to know it, And world of beyond will tell naught. The oldest of Gods are invoked there, The Great Work of magic is wrought.
For the two are mystical pillars, That stand at the gate of the shrine, And two are the powers of nature, The forms and the gorces divine.
The dark and the light in succession, The opposites each unto each, Shown forth as a God and a Goddess: Of this our ancestors teach.
By night he's the wild wind's rider, The Horn'd One, the Lord of the Shades. By day he's the King of the Woodland, The dweller in green forest glades.
She is youthful or old as she pleases, She sails the torn clouds in her barque, The bright silver lady of midnight, The crone who weaves spells in the dark.
The master and mistress of magic, Thet dwell in the deeps of the mind, Immortal and ever-renewing, With power to free or to bind.
So drink the good wine to the Old Gods, And Dance and make love in their praise, Till Elphame's fair land shall receive us In peace at the end of our days.
And Do What You Will be the challenge, So be it Love that harms none, For this is the only commandment. By Magic of old, be it done!
I strike the match upon the box, I ignite the incense stick. The smoke spirals and twists. Tickling my nose, Clinging to my hair. Exotic spices fill the air: Patchouli, Sandalwood, Neroli, or Nag Champa. The red ember glows, Like an eye As I stare At the smoky tendrils I become mystified. What will I see? Quite incantation whispered, Breath held; then released. A moment of contemplation... The smoke begins to shift. Shapes transform before my eyes, Now I can plainly see! The answers to my questions, Laid out in front of me.
Just a LIL BLESSING i wanted to Pass On to Everyone here on Covenspace. If you want pass it on,feel free, i did when i found it!
"May peace break into your house and thieves come to steal your debts. May the pockets of your jeans become a magnet for $100 bills. May love stick to your face like Vaseline and laughter assault your lips! May your clothes smell of success like smoking tires and happiness slap you across the face. May your tears be that of joy and the problems you have forget your home address! SO MOTE IT BE."
Brightest Blesings to ALL my family here in Covenspace, BB)o( xxx ooo
