The Winter Solstice Ritual


Merry meet all,

Last night I attended the best pagan Winter Solstice ritual ever. I had the best time.  I am here to tell you all about it. 

Over 60 people attended the ritual. I was asked to call a quarter and to participate in the ritual. I was also asked to lend my green cape to a man. He acted out the battle between the Oak King and the Holly King with another man as part of the ritual. The battle they acted out was awesome. I had to help the guy I lent the cape to with his cloak during the ritual. 

A picture of the cloak here: (Those are actual oak leaf patterns!!) Lined Green cape

I was happy to be asked to be part of the ritual. I was nervous but we all rehearsed the ritual or rather, those participating in the ritual asked a million questions. We put a dark cloth and rope up and made a tunnel so we began the ritual in darkness. Everyone got a candle to represent the light. Of course, my hands and some other people ended up getting candle wax all over their hands. We were led into a heart meditation which began with a drumbeat or two beat near everyone’s heart chakra. The drumming was infectious and done by very talented drummers. I had to wear a green cape secured by a pin clasp. People tripped on it so I ended up carrying the train in my hand as I juggled  a lit candle, a rune, a stone, my glasses, and my script- ungracefully. I enjoyed the drumming. 

The altar was beautiful. A purple star altar cloth covered the altar. The one leading the ritual along with Loka contributed a cool athame/ sword for the ritual. He made the stones- mine said joy, and asked if we had anything to be grateful for. I thought the kids made the best statements of what they were grateful for. After that, we closed the circle. I called the west quarter and held the blue candle then extinguished it. I am glad I acted so calm and collected during the ritual. I felt the magick.  

We sang songs and left the room. The kids’ activities followed after that. We all participated in a feast. The feast was a true feast. The one who helped with the ritual also made a lot of the decadent food with his 80-year old grandmother’s help. Wow. Oh the food. My meals at home which are pitiful and pathetic, pale in comparison. 

I brought half a homemade gingerbread loaf and homemade cookies. I don’t know who ate them but I hope someone enjoyed food. I enjoyed the decadent chocolate Yule log. The food was amazing- and not only because I starved. 

It was great to see familiar faces and meet new people. But like all good times, I eventually climbed on my broomstick and flew home. I got a gift from the gifting table which was a wooden pentagram and hangs now above my bedroom door. I also got a candy cane. I have memories to cherish for years. 

Today, I suffered from ritual hangover this morning. I baked cookies and made some cool green goopy icing. I can only hope to be half as accomplished as the people who made that beautiful food for the feast. I admire those who washed 100s of dishes after the feast, too. It was an amazing night. 

I had no green and red outfit so I wore my black cloak, white dress, beaded blouse, my gold crown, my silver leaf earrings and a smile – well, some of the time. I fought exhaustion, as did the organizers of the event. 

Blessed Be,

Lady Spiderwitch 

Extra-Ordinary Characters

Merry Meet All,

I had an upsetting conversation with my older brother a while ago and had to blog about it. I was telling him about my paranormal novel, which he was helping me with. Until now. Once I mentioned my main character was a regular cauldron gazing, earth loving Witch, or regular to me, he said something that blew me away. He told me that I should cast an ordinary character that readers can relate to. While I see what he meant, I was blown away by his response. My character is normal and relatable. He did not read my story and obviously had no respect for my story. Wicca and witchcraft is hugely popular today. Never judge a story till you have read it, is my belief.

He proceeded to tell me after that I should have nothing to do with the occult and arcane. I am a Witch myself. He told me that demons were terrorizing people who were practicing incantations. I have to ask what type of incantations are people uttering to attract such evil? I know for myself that I have never had anything come after me, ever, while practicing my magick and I know that is not just because I ask for energy from the Higher Source. If you want negativity, you will get it. If you want positive energy, you will get it. Ever obey the Rule of Three.

He told me that if something were in my apartment, my cat would alarm me. I do not need my cat to tell me if something evil is in my abode. I would judge for myself. I am sure my cat would inform me but my home is warded and I don’t believe I would attempt to attract that energy nor allow it in my home. Sheesh. I would thank my cat anyway!!! Meow.

He attends church and he is clearly not in touch with the modern world. Kelley Armstrong’s novels are successful and her characters are Witches. I was visibly upset that night and my family criticized me for the types of novels I read, the types of stories I write and so on. I had to face a difficult decision as I felt like I was practically excommunicated from my family. If I have dinner with them and try to be true to myself, it will be hard. How can I be anything other than what I am? I am me and I am what I am. He made me feel like there is something seriously wrong with that. I cannot go to dinner with them again or risk being exposed to the narrow mindedness and prejudice and witch bashing all over again. My bro should visit my apartment at Samhain. He would really see something then.

My older brother has read scarier horror novels than I do and they have watched scarier horror movies that I would not go near yet they are not criticized for it. No, no, only me. Of course. It comes down to a hard decision. I must walk my own Path alone. I am not alone, of course, as there are many Witches enduring the same thing as I write this, I am sure. It seems to me, that my older brother is stuck in the Dark Ages. Now I understand how other Witches felt about not coming out to their near and dear that they are Witches. Must we walk eternally in the shadows? We are in the Light and yet this narrow mindedness has cast a long shadow.

It dismays me that my older brother believes what he does. I have been made to feel this way for being a Witch before by others. People fear what they do not understand. Let us pray to the Goddess that one day we all understand and respect one another.

On a positive note, my snowdrops and crocuses are popping up!!
Blessed Be,
Lady Spiderwitch