Finale of the Dark Season

Merry Meet All,

I am of mixed feelings of this time of year. As any self-respecting Witch worth her salt will admit, the Crone’s time of year rules all. I love autumn and fall. I love Mabon to Samhain. I like it that it gets dark early at night, awakening in me my darker true nature.

This post is to be a bit different than my other recent posts. But one cannot have dark without light and vice versa. Without the Crone, there is no rebirth. The Crone is now morphing to the Maiden. Beltaine is the next Sabbat in the Wheel of the Year.

Hence my sadness of the return of the light and the fading of the Crone. I recently picked up an amazing book that I hope some of you are familiar with. The book is called Nocturnal Witchcraft by Konstantinos. I love this book, having at long last found my kindred spirit. At last, someone understands me. He talks about nightkind, which I consider myself to be, and how it should not be feared. He sheds light on working nocturnal magick at night. At last. I decked out my altar according to the method provided in the book. I found what I need and did not need to buy any magick tools. I have to get candles and incense, but that does not need to be expensive. I have a black velvet hemmed altar cloth. So the silver and black look beautiful. I have not added any of this to my BOS yet, but I do plan to.

I love to perform magick at night. I feel alive when I do. I might need the assistance of caffeine, but that is a small price to pay. I like this book because like I said, I always felt alive at night. I perform most of my rituals indoors, with the exception of my backyard garden, but there is a different energy indoors. We are limited by indoors. I could bring an elemental object in from outside, such as herbs, bark, seasalt, salt water, stones, tree leaves (taken in kind), or even grass clippings. The point is that I can bring an item inside and draw energy from it for my magickal workings. The book can also provide guidance when and where I need it.

As you can see from earlier posts, I love Samhain. I like cawing of crows, toads who swim by lilypads, crafty cunning spiders, cats, horses, swans, and owls. I do not fear the darker creatures that roam the earth. I love the creaking of tree boughs and years ago, I forced myself to overcome my fear of cemeteries. I crossed a graveyard and haven’t feared them since. I know that book is not for the faint of heart, but Witchcraft is not for the faint of heart. The true and fierce heart of a Witch is his or her strength. Facing your fears can strengthen you as well as truly knowing yourself before you delve into darker magick.

I have been excited to see cheerful and ambitious sprouts emerge in the clayish soil of my garden. I know the plants died back to be reborn in spring. I know the buds shall open and splendor the trees with greenery. But the time of the dark half of the year is my most favourite and I await -somewhat patiently- the return of Mabon. If I am patient, it’s return will be more appreciated.

I would love to know if some of you out there have read this book and also share a kindred sense as you read it. Let me know!! Till then, many blessings on your magick and your gardens, or indoor gardens.

Blessed Be,
Lady Spiderwitch )O(

The Crone of Winter Solstice on Eternal Haunted Summer

Merry Meet All,

Yay!! The world didn’t end. The world was not going to end. It was the end of the Mayan calendar. I remember thinking this morning as I struggled to get out of bed, about the end of the world and the Mayan calendar. I am relieved everything is okay.

So to celebrate, I am proud to share a link with you. My essay on The Crone of Winter Solstice is published on the Ezine Eternal Haunted Summer website. Here is the link:

So enjoy reading my contribution to Eternal Haunted Summer and have a merry solstice!!

Blessed Be,
Lady Spiderwitch


Merry Meet All,

This post is different from yesterday’s lighthearted post about guinea pigs. I live in a strange society. Americans were thankful on Thanksgiving for the bounty they recieved from the gods. On Black Friday, they tore through the aisles of stores everywhere. People are fascinated by zombies and still repelled by Death. They try to delay old age, using creams and surgeries. Maybe we are not meant to be living to a certain age. Certainly we are not meant to be denying age and change in our bodies.

I do not like zombies. But lots of other people do. Movies have been made about zombies attacking innocent people. I don’t watch those movies but the movies are popular with many people. Zombies, like ghosts, represent death in a way. They embody death. But women flock to counters in department stores for face creams that guarantee to make them look young to deny age.

Death is inevitable. It will happen eventually. It is “a natural part of life, one that we all must take.” (Gandalf, Lord of the Rings, by Tolkien.) I agree with this. But for all that we have explored deep space, the oceans, and galaxies, death remains to us an enigma, a mystery, the last unexplored frontier. We cannot all experience death and then return to report what it is like. It is final. It is death’s finality that freaks people out and makes them turn to surgeries and the creams, etc.

I saw the first snowflakes of the season yesterday. Winter is upon us. This is the time of the Crone. The Crone who does not fear death, she represents Death itself. But the Crone in our society is overlooked, pushed aside, and forgotten. A different god is honored now- the gods of the cosmetic surgeries who are earning millions of the vulnerabilities of women. Not all women use the creams but many do. We have forgotten much. I know some women in a coven who are older and experienced in life and seem to know and handle so much, they consistently surprise me. That is the essence of being the Crone- a sagacity that was hard earned. It must be valued though, not just by her, but by people.

We need to listen to her secrets, whispered on the wind, and in our ears. We need to listen inside our hearts and listen as a collective. Winter is the time to turn inward and in hibernation, take time to do the things we didn’t get done this fall, to reflect on what we have accomplished, and how we have changed and grown over the last year. We can decide what we should do new for the coming year. Then we will truly grow and develop.

That time will come. Everything will change. The next turn of the Wheel of the Year is Imbolc. The time of the Maiden and the first early stirrings of spring. We must weather this time of winter and the long cold stretch before us. Let us hope we weather it as the Crone would, made of steel and grace.

Blessed Be,
Lady Spiderwitch