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Wynde…My Path, My Site

    With the passing of yet another birthday, the Solar and the Lunar returns reveal the swirl of possibilities and the illumination of promises still unfolding. This was a remarkable birthday and with its passing a stronger commitment to this site was born…a renewed energy and a stronger vision. Such incredible sites on the Internet dedicated to the Craft. Sites resplendent with candlelit pentagrams, and besoms, magickal calligraphy, images of Goddess and God, many dark and beckoning emerged from my searches and visits. With renewed commitment, I realized these sites had affected me in yet another realm….the realm of self doubt…was my site witchy enough? There is a mirror image to that question that many of my students have voiced…is my life witchy enough?

    The title of my page is Wynde.  Wynde is my adaptation of an old Scottish word, Wynd.  A wynd is a narrow pathway or alley way. It often has twists and turns, and more often leads to hidden treasures. Gael refers to all things celtic and thus the name of my site and my store reflects both my path and my affinity for Scotland, Ireland and all things Gaelic.

     I do admire and love to visit those intensely witchy sites….especially the dark ones that seem seeped in mystery. These sites are so mystically magcikal to me. I also admire the houses of witches whose craft permeates every nook and crannie of their abode. I have one friend in particular…even as you park your car on the street the house calls to you…a powerful witch and priestess abides within…magickal offerings adorn the trees, spheres hang from branches and peek out of bushes, magick is in the air!  Inside the air carries the sweet scents of incense and candles, tributes to the Goddess and God transform mundane to magickal…inside, outside, above and below, it all vibrates with the essence of her craft and the path she shares with her Shaman partner. I love being in that space, soaking in that essence, and I especially love when we weave our energies in that ritual space. I live in a condo…a fairly small condo, but even before I moved to smaller spaces, the visible signs of my craft have been more subtle. I have maintained my same Goddess blessing at my entrance, but now a I have a sprig of rosemary across the top of it since I no longer have outdoor space. My witches ball still hangs in the center of my sliding glass doors that face West, but now those doors lead to a Juliette balcony. Herb pots, candles, a lunar calender, a magickal planner, all are scattered hither and thither around the living area, dining room and kitchen, tributes to my Spirit Horse and the ELements. My bedroom is less subtle…my altar centered on my Amethyst Cathedral, my besoms, my window adorned with a stained glass crescent moon and numerous crystals…candles, cauldrons, magick abounds.

   My spaces are a bit more subtle because my space reflects the path I follow and the merging of my particular magickal with mundane.  Your Wynde is yours to create. How you choose to express your Craft will be determined by your own context and your footsteps upon your path…where will it lead you? I am witch of Air, Water and Fire: I am High Priestess and teacher, healer and crone, this site reflects who I am at this manifestation of my life. There are many ways for you to experience and express your path as you journey forward. Let go of expectations and listen to the Goddess who speaks within. Be true to the Voice. Perhaps your monuments to your craft will be filled with pentagrams and candlelit corners, images of the Goddess, crystals and besom…perhaps your expression will be a single candle and a small bouquet of flowers, whatever your create, create it with joy in your soul and the love of the Goddess in your heart…all else will follow.

    And, yes, my site is witchy enough – it is a creation of the path I have followed, a journey that continues to twist and turn, that narrows, then expands to narrow yet again… there is magick on this path….and endless possibilities.

So mote it be!

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The Magick of Ritual

Rituals can be simple or complex, they can be composed and rewritten, or spontaneous, they can be performed by a solitary witch or a large gathering of people of like mind. Each ritual has its own special power. I often go to my altar drawn by some inspiration or some concern and perform an impromptu ritual. I often times dance my circle casting, sometimes I stand in the center and cast with my witches finger, other times I cast with faerie dust. I do still use an athame or my wand, but those are for more planned rituals rather than my being spontaneously called to my altar. I always call the Elementals and the Fifth Element, and in my mind I hear their voices…I am Air and I am here. I honor the Goddess. Sometimes I sit in silence, sometimes I speak, sometimes I dance, the work of the ritual flows from my intent. I always have a chalice on my altar and my ritual is always sealed with a sip…or even two of wine. I may pause before the releases, just because the sacredness of those moments lingers and I am often reluctant to disperse the energy that surrounds me.

I am awed by the power of ritual when performed by a group of witches who have practiced consistently together. I find that the whole is ever so greater than the sum of our parts. The energetic weaving that begins with the first moments of gathering intensifies as the ritual unfolds. Time disappears within that sacred space. We may have written a special ritual, orchestrated and choreographed our sacred work, but all that disappears within the casting of the circle and the ritual takes on a very special Magick of its own. To experience this oneness with each other is to truly touch the Face of the Goddess and to be lost in the holiness of Her embrace. The power of ritual is the power of those who honor it and who walk with the Goddess dancing between the worlds.

 

 

 

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Scry…..Who Me???

Dark Moon, Dark Times, the power of the journey within. I have a powerful Dark Mirror. It seems to strengthen each time I use it. A few years ago it cracked. Its pewter frame holds it together, but it is cracked. My first thought was  “Darn, it is ruined”, my second thought was “No way, it is simply renewed”…it is still beautiful and reflective of my inner journey…just a wee bit cracked.

Teaching scrying had been a challenge. I once owned a shop….Mugwort and Malachite…a truly magickal place. One day in the shop I was discussing the art of scrying with my friend Meredith and sharing stories of our own learnings… When I scry I am more likely to hear then to see…Meredith shared her initial frustration….she was at Witch Camp and they were doing a scrying exercise…she gazed deep within the mirror, calmed herself,  softened her eyes and….and….nothing. As she became more frustrated the workshop leader looked over her shoulder.  “What do you See?”  “Nothing,” she replied and then repeated  ‘Nothing,” The workshop leader smiled…told her to look again, only this time to pretend she saw something…anything….just pretend…so she did, and she did. I do not know the name of that teacher, but I know that his particular wisdom and Meredith”s sharing of that wisdom has enabled many a student to look into a dark mirror, or a bowl of water, a drop of oil or the flame of a candle, and make that inner journey….    

Imagination is the key to magick and pretending opens the door…so if you have not done so lately, why not take a look?

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To Know

     I am witch. Because I am of the Earth and not Christian, Muslim or Jew, some might call me pagan. You may call me pagan, but I am witch. I derive my power from the cycles of the Moon and the Sun, the swirling energies of all Spirits and the essence of all living things. I inhabit the Wheel of the Year, honoring the Goddess and Her consort, the God.

     I am witch. I believe that we were born to tread lightly on the Earth, to live with intent and to embrace all of life…its pleasures, its sadness, its pain, all of its challenges, living our Rede and harming none. Harming none is not unlike other paths that teach “do unto others”, but our Rede intensifies that message with the Law of Threefold Return: whatever I do unto others will return to me in this life or the next. No judgement, no conditions, no delineation of good/bad, you simply get what you give….and then some.

     I am witch and I use the tools of a witch: athame, wand, cauldron, besom, pentacle. I use these tools in ritual and magick to weave my spiritual path with the Goddess. I see Her and honor Her in all Her aspects and see Her face in all the creatures of the realms.

     Some would call me Wiccan. Wicca is used in many contexts. It is an organization of beliefs and practices held by many witches, I am a Third Degree Priestess of Wicca,  called to serve those who would honor the Goddess. As priestess, I am mentor, teacher, healer ,and spiritual guide. I teach the ways of Wicca and I am witch.

     I am Witch, Priestess and I am Crone….Keeper of Ancient Wisdom, Teacher of Ancient Ways..I bear witness to the journey of the soul and the mysteries of life, death and rebirth. I am Lady Caillean, Priestess of Brigid, dedicated to the Cailleach and this is my journey.