"The whiskey you bought me, I was afraid to unscrew it,
the Gypsy woman told me it was embalming fluid.
You got a Black Cat Bone and a Buzzard Feather, a John the Conquer Root and they're all tied together"
--CONJURED by Wynnonie Harris.
for loved ones, remembering our mortality & those dying
By: Lucretia Borgia
With the rapturous gifts from the realms of Death & Spirit, inspired by the Memento Mori Tradition written and included on this blog to read at your leisure and for your pleasure; a Tradition which breeches beyond the bereavement of Death and brings to you, a beautiful acceptance of crossing the boundaries of flesh and bone into one of Spirit. Death does wait for no one, but it does not have to be a journey of fear, dread or nightmarish visions of what may or may not lie beyond. In actual fact and philosophy if one wishes to truly break down the phobia of death, the fear of the unknown has formed our own demons which lurk in our minds, hearts and souls. As a memory, a thought-form, our spirits never die and the energies can relatively be easy to access- via the ‘Akashic’ or ‘collective’ unconscious (if you like).
Perhaps you do not believe in life after death, and instead look upon it merely as a belief that through our own ‘magickal’ energies we create a thought-form from the memory of our loved ones, or those who have passed- a type of imprint or a figment of the imagination because the mind is a powerful tool and the way it functions through fear, desire, hatred, or love can leave residues in the atmosphere around them, therefore creating ‘a manifested energy’ or ‘spirit’. Your belief may be that what continues is not the person’s soul, but their memory, their energies or the energies of their emotions- residual energy. This beliefs reach out further with the idealism that through the fear of death, and that our hearts cannot handle the loss of a loved one past or fear of Death itself that we, in our minds and through the force of pure will power create these apparitions not only out of fear of loss or what lies beyond but also through desire or will by Occultic or Esoteric natures? Food for thought is it not?
You will require: ¼ cup of each of the following ingredients and approximately half a cup of the wood (should there be any mentioned) We must remember that wood is actually sacred to Hekate and that during certain festivals held in her honour it is actually regarded as disrespectful to Hekate. The following is based from an old recipe passed down through my family and I share it with you only to enhance and bless your own rites as they have served in the past, in honour of Hekate. Please use them with revere and only in veneration only to our Dark Mother, Hekate- Queen of the 'Y' Crossroads.
Made: On the night of the Dark Moon.
To make the paste for these incenses: Gum mastic is used because it is sacred to Hekate, which stems back to Ancient Greece, Hekate’s though place of origin. Worship, thanks and blessings.
You will need a tablespoon or two of the powdered gum. Use a sterilized clean glass or crystal bowl (never metal) with 1 cup of warm water (not hot). Sprinkle the powder over the top of the water and whisk until the gum is totally dissolved, skimming off any foam that develops. It should only take a few minutes. Leave, and allow the gum to absorb the water until it forms into a gelatinous paste. Cover the bowl with a damp cheesecloth covering and allow the thickening process to complete, a couple of hours. You may mix in more gum or water to adjust the consistency to your preference.
This site is not associated or affiliated with the wonderful writings of Mark Smith. This is a total seperate blog, with different views and experiences within Traditional and Primal Witchcraft. The name may be the same, but the information within is not.
"O'Beautiful Earth, clandestine keeper of the secrets and mysteries, of dirt and ocean, who, together with the stars and moon, follow on from the flambeaux of daylight, who knows all that is of my designs and who aids me in my healings- from the rising Earth to the heaving Sea. Mother, who furnishes her children with powerful herbs, roots and bones to weave their medicine. By tender breeze to powerful tempest that adorns the skies with trident titanious spears against adversary and tyranny. High Mountains, to the whispering grasses which bow and weave in the twisting tendrils of those ancient tongues to offer protection and santuary in loving embrace. Oceans, Waterfalls, Rivers, and Lakes which stream past your circles of this world where hence springs the glory of life and takes the dead to your outstretched arms. Sky Father, Forest Mother, Earth Mother, Sea Lover. Great and Mighty Ancient Ones, look kindly upon my undertakings which are given in your honour and always with respect upon the path I walk, in your sacred and arcane names.
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'Neath the opalescent Moon, basking in the silvery brilliance of that omnipotent radiance. The Priestess, the beloved, the dedicated servant and daughter of the beauteous one, the Great Mother of the Earth: "Who am I to be seen in your eyes? Who am I to be seen in my eyes? What shall be the symbol of such fondness, this adoration I express for you?" So she, The Creatrix of Life, Mistress of Nature... answered her daughter, her most sacred of children. Bending down, her lips gently pressed to the ear. A radiant opalescent flame of rhombus-diamond tendrils- like vines of everlasting affection for all of Nature embraced within those earthy hands upon the ground shrouded by the essence of night.
Her bountiful physique in convex to accept respect and veneration, for the love of lovers & the soft tender velveteen white roses whose thorns never perforated the flesh, nor caused sanguine drops through flesh like the fountain of life that could spring from her veins, rubies of rain. Her mellifluous step not hurting the delicate vegetation beneath her soft step: "You know who you are within my eyes for the image is the same as you see within yours! We are one and one the same, one heart, one soul and one mind. The sign shall be my ecstasy, my medicine, the awareness of the permanence of continuation, the omnipotence and embodiment of my body, my blessed Universal womb which houses all life and cradles all of darknesses in order for it to be born into the light".
In the silence of the night-tide, where the wind gently blew to stroke the cheek in loving touch; the priestess retorted to the Queen of the Earth, the Great Mother and the celestial spheres that ascended like eternal arms towards the star-strewn sky... kissing the exquisite brows and divine lips of her Priestess, her treasured Daughter. Crystalline resplendent dew of divine light bathing her whole body like a sweet-smelling perfume of spicy floral accolades: "O My Shining Mother! Mother of the Earth in all your glory and guises! Continuous one of Heaven, Lady who governs all life upon this earth- let it be known forever thus; that men converse not of me as One but instead as None; should this be, then let them not speak at all of me in the shapeless forgotten memory of their way, their faith lost to time and faded papers of archaic ways... since you are continuous, my eternal flower, daughter of my blood, child of my womb... then that is how you shall be remembered and revered by me, your Eternal Mother and this place where you and I both respectfully walk".
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