#samhain ritual tips

[sappy-witch]

Feast of the Dead 💀🕯️

Hello darlings 🥰

As the veil between worlds grows thin, we honor and remember our ancestors and beloved dead. The Feast of the Dead, also known as Samhain, is a time to honor those who have passed on and to acknowledge the cycle of life and death.

Here are some ways to celebrate the Feast of the Dead:

🕯️ Create an ancestor altar: Set up a special altar space with photos, candles, and offerings for your ancestors and loved ones who have passed on.

🕯️ Hold a dumb supper: A dumb supper is a silent meal where you set a place for your ancestors and invite them to join you. Eat in silence and listen for any messages or signs they may send.

🕯️ Offerings: Offer food, drink, or other items to your ancestors and loved ones as a way of honoring their memory and showing gratitude.

🕯️ Divination: The veil between worlds is thinnest during Samhain, making it a powerful time for divination and receiving messages from the other side.

🕯️ Rituals and spells: Use this time to connect with the energies of death and rebirth, and to release any old patterns or beliefs that are holding you back.

Remember, the Feast of the Dead is a time to honor and connect with our ancestors and loved ones who have passed on. Take some time to reflect on their memories, their impact on your life, and the lessons they may have left behind. May they continue to guide and support us on our spiritual journey.

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[theeclecticwitchblog240]

Samhain ritual

you'll need 13 candles, and a good long cleansing bath for this ritual & make it fun to do.

Casting Instructions:

You can wear a weapon as you like to emphasize the power that you have over those who are not of this world. Put three candles on the altar and five others of seasonal colors before the altar. A pentagram should be marked on the ritual area, centered on the spot where you will be sitting before the altar. It would be appropriate to place a pumpkin and some ears of corn to one side of the altar and a cauldron or suitable substitute on the other side. Put some salt and bread on the pentacle and a cup of wine. (Use a wine you will happily drink)Use some incense liberally throughout the ceremony.

1) You should take a cleansing bath before the ritual. When you are ready to begin, meditate for a while on the fact that the veil between the worlds is thin and that for centuries past, other witches have done this ritual before. When ready, light the three candles on the altar and say:

* (Candle 1) “This I light for the Maiden's bright glory.”

* (Candle 2) “This I light for the passion and triumph of the Lady.”

* (Candle 3) “This for the wisdom of the Crone”

2) Light the incense, and then the five candles which sit before the altar, saying:

“These do I light in honor Not only of the Three-Fold Goddess But for Her strong, horned consort. He who is sometimes laughing, sometimes grim And close nearby on this night.”

-Stand, pointing your wand out before you, calling:

“On this, the sacred night of Samhain, I build this small temple In honor of the Goddess, and of the God And of the Ancient Ones From the times before Time. To all, I do give my love And my warmest greetings.”

3) Place the five candles at the point of the pentagram, touching each with the wand. Rap thrice upon the altar with the wand, then replace it. Kneel and hold out your arms out over it, crossed, and give the incantation:

This is a time that is not a time In a place that is not a place On a day that is not a day Between the worlds And beyond...

-Pause for the space of 13 heartbeats. Then hold your hands over the salt, bread, and wine in an attitude of blessing, and say:

For this salt, bread, and wine Do I ask the blessings Of Maiden, of Lady, of Crone And of the Horned One Who guards the Portal of the Worlds

-Take the bread and touch it to the salt, saying:

May I, and those whom I love Have sufficiency and good health.

-After eating the bread, take the wine cup and hold it forth in a toast toward the north, saying:

May our spirits be strong.

-Drink the wine, and proclaim:

By the Threefold Goddess And the Horned God So be it!

4) When you feel that the ritual should end, put out the candles beginning with those on the pentagram and say:

Though these flames Of the material world Be darkened, They shall ever burn In the worlds beyond. The rite is ended!

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[cressidagrey]

The Witching Hour - The Samhain Special: Bound by Blood

Summary:

Azriel's witch has some very smutty plans for Samhain.

Warning:

This is literally pure smut people, so NSFW applies. Otherwise: Ritual Magic, Witchcraft, Ritual Sex, Rough but consensual sex, Biting and blood Drinking, a deer is slaughtered, Blood is smeared everywhere...I think that's it? Azriel and Cate are as unhinged as always.

(Spooktastic dividers thanks to the lovely @tsunami-of-tears)

"Gods, you're going to be the death of me," Cate whispered, her voice wrecked.

Azriel couldn’t help but chuckle, the sound warm and amused. “I’ll take that as a compliment,” he replied, his own voice hoarse from where he had collapsed on top of Cate. He lifted off her, just so managing to land next to her.

Granted, she wasn’t the only one. He was pretty sure msot of the muscles in his body where still trembling. 

"It was most definitely meant as one," his witch assured him, her eyes closed as she stretched out over her black silk sheets. Her pale skin glinted in the moonlights, her rose tipped breasts heaving with her breaths.

She was so beautiful.

Azriel's gaze dragged over her, tracing over every inch of the beautiful female spread out next to him on the bed, his heart thudding in his chest. They had spent the entire night together, the sounds of their lovemaking still echoing in his ears.

His gaze roved over her bare form, her lovely red hair spread out across the dark sheets, his eyes catching on the marks of his mouth across her pale skin. His gaze darkened as a low growl rumbled from his chest, his hand reaching out to touch her shoulder, his fingers tracing lightly over her skin.

He was insatiable. 

Her eyes opened at his touch, their gazes meeting through the dimly lit room. He could see the exhaustion on her face, her skin flushed, her lips kiss-swollen. She looked beautiful, and her body trembled slightly under his touch.

"I swear, one of these days, you'll kill me with too much pleasure,” Cate mumured.

Her voice was rough, still recovering from all the moans and gasps that he had pulled out of her the entire night. He could see the faint purple-red marks that he had left on her skin, and the primal part of his mind purred at the sight of them. 

He hummed in agreement, unable to help himself, and attaching his lips to the marble column of Cate’s neck. "What a glorious death that would be," he murmured, his mouth gently nipping at the sensitive skin.

She gasped softly at his words, her body arching slightly as she tilted her head back to give him better access to her neck. His lips pressed against her skin, his teeth gently scraping over her pulse, sending shivers down her spine.

"You're insatiable," she accused, though there was no real irritation behind it. Only fond amusement.

"When it comes to you," Azriel agreed, his mouth curving into a smile against her skin. His fingers lightly traced over the marks he had already left, his lips following them. "When it comes to you, I can never seem to get enough," he admitted.

He pressed his mouth against a particularly dark bite mark, his tongue swirling over the abused skin, his fingers moving to gently press into the mark, relishing in the way that she trembled slightly in response. Her body was so sensitive, so open to his touches, and it made his blood run hot. Gods, he wanted her again. And again. And again .

"One would think that you would at least be tired after doing this all night," Cate said, her voice still breathless, her body arching as his mouth continued to work over her skin, his fingers continuing to trace over the sensitive flesh. "But apparently not."

"Never," he promised, his voice hoarse, his mouth moving to another mark on her collarbone. "Not when it comes to you."

His fingers continued their exploration of her body, gently dancing over her skin, tracing over the marks he had made, exploring every inch of her. His mouth continued its torturous path, moving down her collarbone, her chest.

The rain continued to fall, its sound a steady beat in the background of their room, the only other sounds than the soft gasps and moans that continued to fall from Cate's mouth. He could feel her shuddering under his touch, her body arching into his hands, her skin hot to the touch.

To say that the last few weeks had been… difficult…that was an understatement. Cate had biweekly lessons with Elain, who seemed to do much better with her Prophecies…but which had done nothing to endear Cate to most of his oldest friends.

Oh well.

There were a lot of things Azriel was willing to compromise on…but Cate was not one of them.

As long as she was willing to be his…he would protect that ferociously.

She was his, and nothing would get in the way of that. His body continued its path down hers, his fingers tracing over her flesh softly, his lips continuing to work over her skin.

“There is this…one thing that I wanted to talk to you about,” Cate said, nearly hesitantly. She had not been hesitant one day in her life. It made him pause. “You can say no and we’ll never talk about it again.”

That got his attention. Azriel lifted his head from her, his eyebrows raised slightly. “What is it?”

“Samhaim is soon,” Cate said softly. “I was wondering…I was wondering if you wanted to make some magic with me, love.”

He swallowed.

He knew what she was asking. Knew what she was offering.

A Witch’s Ritual Circle was the most private thing she had. And if Cate was offering to share it with him… “What kind of magic?” he asked her softly.

She smiled up at him, her eyes soft. "There is this ritual…" she explained softly. "On the night of Samhain, a couple can pledge themselves to each other in a bond as old as magic itself."

His eyes widened. "A marriage bond?" He questioned, his heart thundering in his chest, his stomach flipping nervously.

"Not necessarily a marriage bond," she explained, lifting her hands to gently run her fingers through his messy hair. "It's...complicated. It's an ancient ritual, older than history, older than the fae themselves. It involves a few...interesting steps," she admitted. "But at the end of it," she continued, her eyes soft, "we will be eternally linked to one another. It is a bond that no one can tear apart."

His heart was pounding in his chest at her words, his eyes wide. The idea of them being linked, truly linked, for eternity...Azriel wanted that. He wanted it more than anything he'd ever wanted in his life. But...

"What are the...interesting steps?" He questioned, his voice quiet, his mind already racing through every possible thing that he would be willing to do for her if it meant they would get that bond.

"The ceremony itself will take all night long," she explained. "There will be…a few fun things to do," Her voice was mischievous.

"Whatever you want," he agreed.

She chuckled at his quick response, her fingers running through his hair again. "You didn't even pause to think about it," she said, amused. "Not even a second thought?"

"Not even one," he promised, his voice rough with the intensity of his agreement. He would do anything to have that bond, that connection with her, that link that would tie them to each other, forever. "I'll do whatever you want," he promised.

***

She was pretty sure that if her mother would still be alive…She would kill Hecate just for even contemplating doing this. Granted, her mother had been dead for nearly a millenia, and Cate was all grown up, Thank you very much…but it was still…A risk.

A risk that she was more than willing to take.

There wasn’t a risk in her world that she wasn't willing to take when it was about Azriel.

The bond she was proposing was an ancient, powerful thing. It was unbreakable, eternal in its intensity.

And it was a risk. A risk that many witches kept to themselves, because it would make them vulnerable…but it was a risk that she was willing to take, regardless of every protest her heart screamed at her.

Because she wanted that bond, that connection, that link that would tie her to him, completely

Gods, she really was a hopeless romantic.

But with Azriel, it was impossible not to be.

With him, she was constantly falling deeper and deeper. Drowning more and more with every single look, every smile, every sound, every taste of him.

With Azriel, there was no other option.

With Azriel, she was giddy and in love, and behaved like a teenage witch.

Even after all these centuries, she still sometimes felt that dizzying rush of giddiness and attraction and infatuation every time she thought of him. It didn’t matter that they had slept together more times than she had ever thought possible, that every touch of their bodies was etched into her mind, that they had known intimately every inch of each other’s bodies, minds and powers.

Nothing could quell that rush of pure excitement and wonder at the very thought of him.

Nothing at all.

She knew she was being a complete idiot. She knew that the way her heart kept skipping at the sight of him was a little ridiculous.

But gods, all she could think of, when he was looking at her like she was the only female in the word, like there was no one else in his mind than her at that very moment, was…

She was in love with him. Completely, utterly, hopelessly in love with him.

So really...binding him towards her for eternity...it was a selfish thing to do. And she couldn't help herself.

Sshe couldn’t bring herself to feel even the slightest bit of guilt.

Azriel was hers, and the thought of tying him to her completely, of having that bond, that connection, that link that would tie them to each other forever... Gods.

She wanted it more than she had wanted anything in her life.

And if it was selfish? If it was a little possessive?

Well. Cate had never claimed to be a noble female.

All she knew was that she wanted this. She wanted him, she wanted that bond, and she was going to do whatever it took to make that happen. To hell with the consequences

And if the rest of the Night Court disapproved? Well, they could deal with it. Cate couldn’t find it in herself to care.

So if she started planning that ritual...well.

She had a time (Samhain, which practically fell on a full moon that year, making it absolutely perfect for a ritual that would bend fate to her will) and a place (an old ritual circle in The Middle...) which meant that planning the actual ritual...well that was easy.

It was a little bit frightening, how all of the pieces were just falling into place.

But at the same time…it felt like Fate was on her side. That every piece in this puzzle was meant to be exactly where it was at that moment.

The entire thing was both terrifyingly scary and absolutely exciting at the same time.

But then again, that was her relationship with Azriel in a nutshell: terrifying and exciting, with a lot of heat and passion thrown into it

So, a few days before Samhain...when she had it all figured out...she presented Azriel with her plans.

“You want me to do what?” he repeated, his eyebrows rising into his hairline.

“Kill a stag," Cate repeated easily. “I need the blood.”

“This is sounding more and more like some weird version of Calaimai in the Spring Court,” Azriel told her drily. "For what do you need the blood?"

"I'll need to cover both of us in runes." Cate explained.

A pause. “Runes that involve deer blood?” he questioned, his voice still dubious, raising an eyebrow at her.

She nodded. "Deer blood, along with a few other...ingredients."

“And you're drawing these…runes…on us?” he clarified.

She nodded again. He studied her for a moment.

"What will these ‘runes’ do, exactly?” he asked quietly.

"Well," she drew out the word..."It's going to help your performance."

His eyebrows rose at her words.

"My performance?" he echoed, a hint of huskiness in his tone. "In what areas, exactly, do I need to...perform...better?" he asked, his voice low, his eyes on her.

His gaze roved over her body, his expression heating

And for a moment, Cate was tempted to give up and ask him to just skip the ritual entirely and jump straight into the fun part, but...

No. She could wait. She could be patient. Just one more day, the she would have this gorgeous male completely to herself forever.

"You don't. Usually," she clarified. "These runs...they'll...they'll keep you erect even after you have spend yourself...multiple times," she answered. "That ritual is gonna take a few...hours."

Azriel's eyes widened at her words, his gaze flickering to hers, the heat in his eyes intensifying. His throat bobbed as he swallowed, his gaze darkening. "Hours, you said?" he rasped, his voice rough.

She nodded. "Hours," she confirmed. "With no need for...recuperation, in between."

His eyes widened.

A pause, and then: "Gods," he swore, his voice low. "You do know how to sweet-talk a male, don't you, witch?"

Cate chuckled at his words. "Why, am I tempting you, Shadowsinger?" she teased playfully, her voice sultry. He looked like he was going to pin her down on the nearest flat surface and worship her body right then and there.

He took a few slow, measured breaths, like he was forcing himself to regain control, and Cate could only raise an eyebrow at him, amused.

"You do realize you don't have to exercise this amazing level of self-control and iron will, right?" she said breezily. "I am yours."

He swallowed. Hard.

"You’re mine," he repeated quietly. His eyes glimmered possessively. "And I plan on enjoying that immensely."

****

Gods, the things his witch did to him…

He wanted to tie her up, lay her down on the nearest flat surface, and worship her and her body for hours, until both of them were too sated to do anything but sink into sleep in each other’s arms.

But he knew he had to control himself.

And Azriel didn't care if that meant that he was going to have to kill a fucking stag naked and with his bare hands. 

"And you are sure I need to do it with my bare hands?" he asked her with a sigh that day. 

She shot him a smirk. "Is the big, bad Shadowsinger afraid of getting his hands dirty?" she teased, raising an eyebrow. He shot her a glare, which only seemed to amuse his witch more.

Cate leaned closer to him, her voice lowering to a murmur. " “I can do the hunting too, if you would prefer to be the one being mounted on a stone altar…” He stared at her - her voice sending a visceral stab of lust through him.

"Gods." He murmured. "Are you trying to drive me insane?" he asked her, his voice rasping.

Cate shrugged her shoulders, her smirk sharpening. "Maybe," she said airily.

He stared at her for a moment before closing the distance between them, drawing her flush against him, one arm wrapping around her slender waist.

“Is that what I will do?“ he asked her.

“We’ll enjoy that part, I think,” Cate said with a laugh. "Now...Let me show you where we'll be."

He let her winnow them straight to The Middle, and for once in his life, Azriel was surprised by how welcoming it...seemed.

Probably helped by the warding net that Cate had thrown over a rather broad area.

"You've warded a whole lot of acre here," he noted, his voice quiet.

Cate nodded as she started to pull out a few tools from a bag she had winnowed with them. "It's...safer. We wouldn't want any interruptions."

Azriel's eyes widened at her words. "Interruptions?" he repeated slowly. "How long is this whole...ritual supposed to take exactly, witch?"

Cate gave him a wicked look from hooded eyes. "Longer than you've ever lasted before," she purred, her voice suggestive.

It felt like someone had just punched him.

"Longer, you say,” he repeated, his voice strangled.

"Till Sunrise...well, unless you have somewhere to be," Cate answered. Even if he had, he wouldn’t care. "We'll wait until Sundown to start...Let me show you the ritual space."

She led him over to an old, weathered stone altar, with a few tallow candles already burning around it.

"Right in here," she said, nodding towards the altar. "You will be placed exactly here...like so." She patted the top of the slab, her fingers stroking the stone. "The runes will mostly be drawn on your chest and face...and a few more...intimate areas," she smirked.

Azriel felt his heart rate quicken - and he wasn’t sure if it was due to nerves or excitement. He swallowed as he stared at the stone altar before him, imagining himself laid out on it.

He had agreed to this, and he had no intention of backing out now. Not when she was willing...eager.

He stared at the stone surface, his mind going blank as his imagination tried to provide images of what would happen to him here.

He took a deep, slow breath.

He was going to experience everything she was willing to give him - and he had a feeling he was going to be completely and utterly spent by the time this ritual was over.

Cate drew closer, as if sensing the direction of his mind, her hand coming up to rest against his hip.

"Nervous?" she asked, raising an eyebrow at him, as if she knew what was running through his head.

He shot her a crooked smile. "A little," he admitted quietly, even if he was far more excited that he was nervous.

She looked at him with a smirk, her eyes glimmering and a playful expression tugging at her lips. She leaned closer until her body was flush against his, her hand sliding from his hip to caress the line of his jaw.

Her hand was cool as she traced the planes of his face, her touch almost reverent like she was mapping out every single line of him and committing it to memory.

He leant into her touch, like he was completely unable to resist her, drinking her in like a parched man would drink water.

Gods, he was so gone for his witch.

Her gaze darkened as she stared at him, her eyes trailing over his face, as if admiring and memorizing every inch of him.

She stepped closer, her body molding against his, as her hand continued to caress his skin, sending trails of fire wherever she touched. Her lips were only mere inches from his, their breath mingling together

“I love you.” She whispered.

His heart stuttered at her words.

Gods, he had never heard anything more beautiful.

"I love you too," he rasped. She was everything to him, and he'd be damned if he let anything or anyone take her away from him.

“Then go and kill that deer for us, love,” she told him, and he snorted.

“I just want you to know that the fact that I need to do this naked is fucking ridiculous,” he told her as he started to strip out of his clothing. She just smirked at him. 

"Love,” she shot back, her voice sweet, but edged with an undertone of steel “I did not make the rules.”

“I bet these are your rules,” he muttered under his breath, and she laughed at him. 

“Go on,” she told him, her voice still amused. “Prove to me what a big, bad, male warrior you are and go kill a deer - bare hands only - for your witch. Bring me blood to cover both of us in runes so I can bind myself to you for eternity. Then come back here to me and let me worship every inch of you.”

Azriel stared at her, her words sending a visceral, possessive stab of lust through him.

“You're a damn tease, you know that?” he swore, his voice low. He wanted to throw her over his shoulder and take her right then and there.

But at the same time, he knew he didn’t have time. He had to go - hunt, kill the deer, and return to her - so that he could experience all that she offered.

He stepped forward, bending down to press his lips against her forehead. “I'll be back soon,” he growled, before stalking toward the forest surrounding them.

*** Cate watched him go, that possessive, feral need and lust welling up in her.

Gods, when he was bound to her for eternity, she was going to wreck him.

She took a deep breath, trying to get herself under control. She had a ritual to prepare for.

The first thing she did was throw more wards over the already existing net. The more protection, the better.

She also lit a few more candles around the stone altar, white wax dripping down onto dark stone. She pulled the athame, her ritual knife, from the pocket of her dress...Then and only then, she stripped out of the dress she wore, bare before her own magic.

The sun was slowly dissappearing behind the horizon

The night was slowly falling over the small clearing, the trees surrounding them casting shadows on the stones of the altar and the grass.

The candles around them cast a gentle glow, as if creating a spotlight for what was going to happen.

The moment the sun disappeared completely...she cast out her magic.

Power flared and crackled through the clearing, invisible to sight but tangibly present.

The air seemed to buzz with magic, the air so thick with energy it was almost tangible - as if it was clinging to every inch of her bare skin, almost like caressing her.

She had always trusted her own magic with her life. It had welcomed and cradled her like a favoured child from the start.

Over the years, her magic had become an almost living part of her, entwined with the very energy that ran through her veins.

Even now, she could feel it...almost purring in the air, like a satisfied companion.

"Bella?" she asked aloud, the jaguar appearing out of thin air, tail swishing through the air, prowling around her ritual circle.

The great cat, so black that even in the candlelight she was almost impossible to see, prowled around Cate like a restless, watchful guardian, her muscles taut and powerful, her green eyes fixed on the surrounding area.

"There you are," she breathed.

The jaguar huffed at Cate, a soft, almost purring sound as she padded closer to the witch, her tail still twitching in the air.

Cate reached out a hand and gently ran her fingers through the silky, smooth fur of her familiar.

Bella shoved her head into Cate’s touch, the act almost like an affectionate cat asking for attention. Cate smiled at her familiar, giving her a few more pets before returning to her ritual preparations.

And at that moment, she felt Azriel. Her magic held steady, even as she watched him stride towards the clearing, the deer slung over broad muscular shoulders.

"Just in time," she told him, a smile stretching over her face.

He stalked towards her, every single step powerful, his eyes on her. His eyes raked down her naked form, taking her in in a way that made her skin break into gooseflesh, lust coiling low in her belly.

He didn't hesitate as he stepped into her personal ritual circle.

It was an intimacy she had never allowed another person. But the moment he stepped over the boundary...it just felt right.

The moment he stepped past the wards...her magic seemed to surge and flare, almost like it was welcoming him. She felt it almost caressing his powerful, naked form, his dark shadows twining with her power, almost like a familiar seeking out its owner.

There was an energy in the air, palpable and electric. It was like the air was vibrating, filling them with a kind of energy that seemed to make the atmosphere heavier, thicker... like the air was full of promise and anticipation.

He brought the deer over to her, the neck broken.

"Just for the record, I could have used a knife," he told her drily.

She gave him a cheeky smile. “Oh come on, love, where’s your sense of drama?” she teased him, her voice low and sweet. “Bringing me the deer you killed with your bare hands is more romantic, isn’t it?”

“You just like the idea of me all feral and wild, don’t you?” he asked, his lips curving into a cocky smirk. “All dirty and naked and covered in blood and your pretty little runes.”

She just raised one eyebrow, lifting her ritual knife.

It was the work of nothing to cut the deer’s throat and catch the blood in a stone bowl.

"Onto the altar with you," Cate said quietly.

He moved forward, laying himself down on the smooth stone of the altar.

Even in this light, he was a vision, all rippling muscles and scars and ink that he had never bothered to hide away.

Cate approached the altar, the bowl of blood clutched in her hands. She placed the bowl on the surface of the altar, her eyes skimming over the planes and valleys of his skin, the smooth, muscular expanse of his stomach, that V at his hips….

"Now is the moment to tell me you don’t want this," she told him quietly. She could still change the ritual now. By the time the first rune would be drawn onto his body…well, that was going to be rather impossible. 

He chuckled, the sound hoarse and deep in the silence that surrounded them.

“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my whole life,” Azriel promised her fiercely. 

The night air crackled with the energy that filled it, like a silent thunder that promised power and passion and more ecstasy than he had ever known. He watched her, his gaze never leaving her as she settled on top of him and straddled his bare thighs with her own.

"I have waited a millennium for you," she said quietly as she dipped her hands into the warm blood.

He shivered lightly as her hands, covered with blood, dragged across his bare chest, the fluid and heat of the blood spreading over his skin, whispering the spells that would bind him to her. 

“And I’ve waited a lifetime for you,” he murmured back, his voice guttural and deep as he met her gaze with his own.

She drew the second rune, her fingers sliding over his skin, his wings twitching underneath him.

Her touch was precise, but reverent, as she traced the lines and symbols onto his chest and abdomen, her fingers gliding over his skin.

"Cate," he groaned, his voice strangled.

"Hush," she told him, her voice almost a little breathless. She didn't know how she was staying so calm...he was laid out in front of her and it was taking all of her self-control not to just take him then and there, to claim and mark and taste him until he belonged to her completely.

"I am nearly there." She promised him, even as she could see his cock harden. "This works better if you are aroused anyway."

He huffed out a laugh, his voice strained. “Of course it does,” he rasped, his eyes fixed on her as she worked. "I am pretty sure you just want to torture me.”

"I always pay my dues," she promised him, finished another rune at the V of his hips and then swallowed down his prick without any preamble, as one hand finished painting the rune on his thigh.

His reaction was instantaneous. He jerked against her, a noise that was something between a gasp and strangled moan slipping from his lips.

"Cate," he groaned, his voice guttural and raw, "Gods...Cate, I need-"

She didn’t give him time to finish. She wanted him gone, unravelled, ruined. She wanted him under her, undone, marked and claimed in the most intimate way. Every rune she made seared his skin, a claim that would be with him for days yet.

She finished the last rune. Cate could feel it herself...could feel the magic swell up inside her, like a hook anchoring right there in her chest.

It had started.

She could feel it

The air crackled and filled with power, her own magic swelling like a living thing, as the last of the runes settled onto his skin.

He jerked again, a noise of pure desire torn from his throat.

He was taut and strung-out underneath her, like a bow ready to snap. Every muscle was tensed and coiled, like a predator right before it took its prey. His eyes were fixed on her - wild, burning, desperate with need - as his hips jerked up against her.

She lifted her mouth of him, dunking her hand in the bowel of blood again, taking his hand and smearing it all over his own...using his hand to come up to her chest, writing the rune over her own heart.

He watched her, entranced, as she smeared her own chest with the blood, his fingers trailing over her skin, leaving bloody trails wherever they went.

He stared as the rune spread across her chest, marking her just like she had marked him, the sight making something possessive flare to life inside him.

One, two, three...seven...And then it was done.

Seven runes to bind them together for eternity.

Seven runes that made her blood sing and her skin feel like it was burning.

She pulled him up to sit up with her, his chest flush with her own, the blood that covered them both smearing between them.

"First part is done," she told him breathlessly. "Now comes the fun part."

*****

Gods, he wanted her.

He wanted her so badly his brain was almost mush, like his body was on fire, completely overwhelmed.

He’d never felt like this before, like he was so desperate and so wild with need that all he could do was grab her and pin her to the altar, pressing her down into the cold stone.

Cate turned around...presenting her back to him, her back arching...on her hands and knees before him.

He almost growled in the back of his throat. The sight of her like that sent a rush of possessive lust through him, like a savage animal claiming his mate.

Something inside him snapped. 

There was nothing carefuly, nothing but animalistic need in him as he covered his body with her own, as he plunged into her body. 

He couldn’t hold back a guttural, feral noise that escaped his throat.

She was tight and hot around him, her body taking him in like it fit perfectly - like she was made for him. One hand wrapped itself around her throat, squeezing, while the other wrapped around her waist. 

“Mine,” he hissed, his voice almost guttural. “My witch.” His other hand tightened on her hips pulling her back against him, like he was trying to press her into him, his movements almost desperate. “You feel like you were made for me,” he panted in her ear.

She mewled in response, her voice high and desperate, her body clenching around his. “Azriel,” she gasped. “Please-”

Somehow it was the sound of his name on her lips...somehow… he felt Cate's magic deep in his bones, seemingly trembling all around them..and also felt...felt that unfurling of a golden bond deep in his chest, crashing into him with no finesse at all, leaving him gasping as he spilled into her, before he even had the chance to…

The moment the bond snapped into existence, he felt like he was drowning in sensation.

He felt it in every nerve and muscle, in every vein and bone - a thrumming, golden magic that now ran through him like living, liquid metal. He gasped against her skin, shuddering with the overwhelming influx of sensation and power. It was like - like he was now part of her soul, like the magic that now thrummed in him was her very life’s force, her light and energy and passion.

He tightened his grip on her, his nose buried in her hair, his breaths laboured and harsh against her skin. He’d never felt such an overwhelming surge of emotions and sensations before, like he’d suddenly became hyperaware of everything around him, everything and everyone around him. He could feel Cate - her emotions, her sensations, her very magic and soul, could feel her body, clenching down around him, felt every muscle tremor that shot through her…

He had never, in his life, felt closer to anyone before.

It was an overwhelming feeling - the feeling of the bond between them now permanent and powerful, a thrumming, golden connection that tied them together at a deep level that even he couldn’t explain.

He pressed a shaking, desperate kiss to her shoulder, his teeth grazing against her skin. “Cate,” he breathed, his voice strangled.

Her body trembled underneath him, high whines leaving her throat.

"Mate..." she whispered.

He pulled her against him, rolling his hips into her, desperate for more skin-to-skin contact. “My mate,” he answered huskily.

He’d been with someone before - he’d had plenty of partners before - but nobody had ever made him feel like this before, like his very soul had found its missing piece.

He wanted to devour her - to mark her and claim her until she wore his scent and nobody else’s. He wanted to leave an indent of his teeth on her neck and everywhere else, so that the whole world could look at her and know she was his. His and his alone.

He growled, the sound guttural and feral. He wanted the whole world to look at her and know she was taken, was claimed, was owned by a male who wouldn’t hesitate to kill anyone who would dare to touch her.

He ran his tongue along the slope of her neck, his teeth grazing over her skin, the scent of her driving him almost wild. He was consumed by the need, primal and intense, to claim her in the most basic way possible on every level.

"Azriel.." she whispered. her body was trembling in his grasp, as she moved, pushing back against him, and he understood the unspoken question, moving back, pulling out of her, grounding his teeth at the lost of contact. It wasn't for long though.

Cate pounced at soon as she could, straddling him. She stared at him, green eyes wide and unguarded...so beautiful. "Azriel. Mate ."

He stared back at her, his chest heaving with his harsh breaths. He’d never seen her look so beautiful before - her face flushed, her hair messy and tangled, skin covered in a light sheen of sweat. He’d never seen her look so unguarded, so open and vulnerable.

He ran his hands up her thighs, his own eyes wide and hungry. “Mate,” he agreed, voice hoarse and low.

***

This wasn't supposed to happen.

This hadn't been what she had expected to happen. She had never thought that Azriel would turn out to be her mate. Not because she didn't want him to be...she would have given nearly everything to have this with him but...but because she didn't deserve him.

But now there they were

Together. Bound for eternity. Two halves of a whole, connected in a way that was deeper and stronger and more powerful than any other connection on earth.

He ran his hands over her skin, his eyes never leaving her face, drinking in the sight of her. She could feel the power of their connection thrumming between them, like a living thing that grew stronger with every beat of their hearts.

His eyes were wide and intense, almost like he couldn’t quite believe this was happening, like he was taking in every single part of her and committing her to memory. She had never felt so seen before, like his gaze was a physical thing that ran over her skin, like he was able to look into her very soul.

She couldn't help herself as she sank down onto him, taking him back into her body.

This wasn't how this ritual was supposed to work. Not when she could still feel the magic thruming in the very air, not when she could still feel her very core pulsing.

He groaned in response, his hands gripping her hips almost bruisingly hard. The feel of her around him was almost electric, like every nerve ending was on fire, every cell in his body aware of her - her skin on his, the heat of her body, the sound of her breath, the feel of her pulse.

He rolled his hips into hers, like he was trying to get impossibly closer, like he was trying to push himself inside her and never leave.

She could feel the power of their bond growing with every move they made, like a golden thread that bound them together with every breath, every beat of their hearts. Cate couldn't help but gasp as she felt it grow stronger and stronger, like it was a living thing that grew with every passing moment.

She didn't even know it was possible to feel such a connection with another person. 

He looked into her eyes as she rode him, her body moving with a primal, steady rhythm. He didn't speak, but he didn't need to. She could feel everything he was feeling - desire, love, possessiveness, passion, devotion...everything.

She could feel it in the way he touched her, the way he looked at her, the way he breathed against her skin.

She could feel it in the way his breath hitched as she moved on top of him, in the way his fingers gripped her hips hard enough to bruise, in the way his eyes burned with heat and desire as he looked at her.

Their breaths were coming fast and hard now, almost matched. She could feel the bond growing and growing with every thrust of their hips, every gasp of their breaths. She could feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge - knew Azriel could feel it too.

She came with a cry, her body shuddering with the force of her release, Azriel’s name on her lips as she felt him follow her over the edge, spilling into her with a broken groan.

She wasn't sure what possessed her...wasn't sure what made her lean forward and bury her teeth in the skin between his shoulder and neck...but the moment she bit down and tasted his blood in her mouth…he reciprocrated. And as her blood flooded his mouth he jerked underneath her...and the magic surrounding them turned into a cyclone.

If she had thought the previous sensation of their bond forming was intense, it had nothing on this one.

She could feel it coursing through her body like liquid fire, like the bond that now grew between them was burning a path through her veins. It was like she was a channel for his magic, like every part of her body was humming with the power of it.

She gripped Azriel’s shoulders like a lifeline, her nails digging into his skin and leaving marks. Mine. Mine. Mate.

The bond thrummed between them, a golden thread that bound them together so intrinsically that she didn’t know where she began and Azriel ended.

She felt the bond settle, thrumming between them like a living thing - connecting them body, mind, heart, and soul.

The magic surrounding them heaved. There was no other word for it. heaved and swirled and tightened...and then in one long, warm rush...it pulled together and rushed right inside her. She couldn't help and arch her back, her whole body trembling 

The rush of magic was almost overpowering - a wave of power and sensation coming over her like a tidal wave. She felt like she was drowning in it, like she was being consumed by the sheer force of it.

She could feel it coursing through her veins, filling every single part of her, like she was a conduit for it. She felt like every nerve ending in her body was alive and singing with the power of it, like she was a lightning storm in human skin.

Azriel was holding onto her as the magic swelled, his arms tight around her, his lips pressed to her shoulder. He was trying to ground her through the experience, to help her ride out the wave of magic and sensation that was flooding through her. She could feel his own magic, cool and calming, wrapping around her like a soothing balm, countering the almost overwhelming surge of power that was threatening to swallow her whole.

She could feel their new bond strengthening with every beat of their hearts, the golden thread that tied them together growing stronger and stronger. 

She collapsed onto him, boneless and exhausted. She could feel Azriel’s heart pounding in his chest, his heaving breaths against her skin.

They were mates. Completely, irreversibly mated.

Mates. Soul bonded for the rest of their lives. A male and a female tied together for eternity, through life and death, and beyond.

She didn't know how long they stayed like that, clutching each other like they were each other's lifeline, their bodies still tangled together. But when she finally stirred, her voice was raw and hoarse.

"Azriel..."

“I am not done,” he whispered, rolling to bury her underneath her again. 

No. No, he wasn’t done. 

She wasn’t even sure what had triggered it. Later she would wonder if the taste of her blood had replaced the need of offering her food…or if it had been something else that triggered the mating frenzy. 

Later, she would worry about all of that. 

But right now…right now the only thing she could do was to hang onto him, while he wrecked her. 

Not that anybody would hear even a syllable of protest from her. 

***

“Was this how it was supposed to work?” Azriel asked her hoarsely. The sun had just come up. Leaving them to survey the damage. 

"I have absolutely no clue," Cate admitted weakly. His witch, his mate, was covered in bruises and lovebites where he had gotten his teeth into her. Her hair stood up in every which direction and she had never looked any more beautiful to him than now. 

"We did manage to reduce the forest to rubble though," he told her as he stared into what had once been a forest. Now…now it wasn’t. 

Actually everything looked like a complete and utter mess. White wax dripepd all over the ground…the trees were broken and fallen and upended every which way…they were both absolutely smeared in dried blood…

He didn’t even have a memory of half of what they had done onto that altart during the night. It had all gone…rather hazy after the 5th or 6th time of spending his seed all over her… drily. 

Cate’s head snapped up at his words. She swallowed nervously, and he could feel a flicker of uncertainty run through her. "Did I...did it hurt you?" she asked, her voice trembling.

He shook his head. "Not even a little bit," he told her, his grip tightening around her, reaching out to cup her cheek. "You would never hurt me."

She closed her eyes, resting her head against his chest.

She relaxed against him, laying her head against his chest. 

He could feel the bond that thrummed between them, in the way her very heart seemed to settle into a steady, comfortable rhythm when he was close.

He had never felt this way before, not with anyone. He felt like he was finally home - like he belonged, like he was finally where he was meant to be.

There was a newfound sense of peace that settled over him as he held her close.

He had never known comfort like this before - the easy, effortless way that he felt at home with her in his arms, like nothing else in the world mattered. It was a new and unfamiliar feeling - but one that he could definitely get used to for the rest of his life.

His witch. His mate. His everything. 

[tiredwitchplant]

The Library MEGA POST!

Hwello. This is a mega post of every information we have so far and where links to new information will be added. This is so chu can get to the information quickly and it will be more organized in this space.

Herbs

Wormwood

Mandrake

Lavender

Clary Sage

Belladonna

Yarrow

Pennyroyal

Patchouli

Culinary Herbs

Garlic

Basil

Dill

Rosemary

Thyme

Bay Leaf

Cinnamon

Ginger

Veggies and Fruits

Russet Potatoes

Apples

Pumpkins

Cranberries

Crystals

Black Obsidian

Amethyst

Tiger's Eye

Lapis Lazuli

Peridot

Bloodstone

Carnelian

White Moonstone

Chrysoprase

Miscellaneous

How to Use Rosemary

How to Use Basil

How to Use Lavender

How to Use Mandrake

Water and Plants

How to Celebrate Samhain!

Sources

Plant Witchery by Juliet Diaz

Complete Language of Herbs by S. Theresa Dietz

Encyclopedia of Magical Herbs Scott Cunningham

The Herbal Alchemist Handbook by Karen Harrison

The Modern Witchcraft Guide to Magickal Herbs by Judy Ann Nock

The Green Witch by Arin Murphy-Hiscock

Herb Magic by Patti Wigington

Encyclopedia of Herbal Medicine by Andrew Chevallier

The Encyclopedia of 5000 Spells by Judika Illes

Dictionary of Plant Lore by Donald Watts

The Magick of Food by Gwion Raven

The Complete Language of Food by S. Theresa Dietz

Nature Guide, Rocks and Minerals - DK Publishing

Guide to Crystal Grids- Transform Your Life Using the Power of Crystal Layouts - Judy Hall

Crystals- A complete guide to crystals and color healing - Jennie Harding

The Crystal Witch - Leanna Greenaway

The Crystal Bible - Judy Hall

The Zenned Out Guide to Understanding Crystals - Cassie Uhl

The Crystal Workshop - Azalea Lee

Crystals for Witches - Rituals Spells and More - Eliza Mabelle

More will be added as information is added to the little library. Remember you can support this library by tipping and maybe a pateron in the future.

Thank chu. Bye byes~

[tyetknot]

Witch tip: when you're doing your Samhain ritual to memorialize the dead, there's nothing stopping you from including the name of a hated enemy, just as a little treat for the year to come.

[notthesomefather]

hey! i had a question and you're one of my favorite heathen blogs on tumblr.

i am new to paganism (i converted 11 months ago) and have never celebrated samhain/álfablót. i would really like to do something but my practice is closeted so i can't do anything too elaborate, do you have any recommendations/tips/ideas for subtle celebration?

if you don't answer asks like this, no worries at all, have a great day and thank you for your posts <3

Thank you so much for the kind words. I'm sorry you have to keep your faith private; I hope that changes soon x0x

Without knowing your exact situation, I have a few ideas:

Travel/pocket altars are always a good option. You can create one for Hel or your ancestors and bring it somewhere you feel you can perform a more elaborate ritual.

Apple-carving. The Hagalaz rune or the name of a loved one who you'd like to make an offering to or thank Hel for safekeeping would be good/simple ideas you could do with a small sharp object (be safe!). You can eat the apple if you need, or you can leave it someplace safe overnight and bury it the next day.

Collect photos or things that remind you of your loved ones who've passed on and sit for a bit, quietly thanking them and thanking Hel for guarding them. Reflect on fond memories, how your ancestors impacted your life, and ways they continue to guide you. Lighting a candle if you can would be good, if not no worries.

I'm sure other folks would have ideas too!

[nixieofthenorth]

October Witch Tip #2

October is the month of the year when the energies urges us to continue declutter our lives – physically, emotionally, spiritually.

It’s also a great time to work with ancestral magic, divination and ambition magic.

October is the most magical time of the year, as we approach the pagan sabbat Samhain (October 31st).

Samhain is a day of powerful intuitive wisdom and an opportunity to connect with spirits and ancestors. It’s also the perfect time to align with our witchy sides, because October, Samhain, and Halloween is the season of the witch – the time when our magic and intuitive powers are easiest to access.

I thought that I would for this month share some tips on how you can practice during this month.

Tip #2

Work on your intuition

Strengthen your intuition through: (I also recommend that you start with Self-love and work yourself down this list.)

Self-love There's many different self-love practices you can try out, from affirmations to bath rituals.

Inner child work Try to remember a hobby or activity you liked as a child. For me it's creativity and it's something I often work with when I want to work with my inner child.

Shadow Work Before doing any type of shadow work, make sure that you have worked with self-love first as it can otherwise be too harsh to work with your shadows.

Trust and align with your intuition

Manifestation

[witchyfashion]

Llewellyn's 2025 Magical Almanac: Practical Magic for Everyday Living

Enjoy More Magic Every Day with Tips from Today's Top Writers

Packed with spells, rituals, and new ideas for enhancing your magical practice, this almanac has been a favorite resource for over three decades. You'll find two dozen articles, grouped by element, on a wide variety of topics, including Welsh narrative charms, playing card divination, standing stones, and Mexican sweat houses.

This almanac features an energetic forecast, which analyzes major astrological movements, numerology, the zodiac, and tarot. You'll also find recommendations for what kinds of magic to do and a convenient calendar section with world festivals, holidays, and the 2025 sabbats.

• Practice green witchery in small spaces with Monica Crosson • Make crocheted crafts for Mabon and Samhain with Opal Luna • Create or lead a Pagan festival with Stephanie Woodfield • Explore Ozark faery magic with Brandon Weston • Connect with queer ancestors with Kir Beaux • Discover the magical power of sleep with Shana Nunnelly • Color your way to successful magic with three colorable illustration spells

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[vampfairywitch]

🍁 Why Fall is Important for Witches 🍂

For witches, Fall is a season of transformation and reflection. As the days grow shorter and nature prepares to rest, we tap into the potent energies of change, release, and renewal. It's a time to honor the harvest of our efforts and prepare for the darker half of the year. The veil between worlds thins, making this a perfect time for divination, spirit communication, and deep personal work.

✨ Examples of Fall Magic:

Samhain rituals to honor ancestors and spirits

Candle magic for letting go and setting new intentions

Protection spells using the power of the dark moon

Kitchen witchery by cooking with fall herbs like rosemary and sage

🌿 Herbs & Scents for Fall:

Mugwort (for divination)

Cinnamon (for warmth and prosperity)

Sage (for cleansing and protection)

Clove & Pumpkin Spice (for abundance and grounding)

💎 Stones & Crystals:

Smoky Quartz (for grounding and letting go)

Carnelian (to boost energy and creativity)

Obsidian (for protection and shadow work)

Amber (for warmth, healing, and connection to past lives)

🍂 What's Your Witchy Fall Magic? 🍁

Share your favorite fall rituals, spells, or tips below! Let's celebrate this powerful season together! 🌙✨

#WitchyFall #AutumnMagic #SamhainSeason

[thewriteadviceforwriters]

Unleashing Your Inner Witch: What Is Wicca?

What is Wicca?

Have you ever heard of Wicca? Perhaps you have, but you're not quite sure what it's all about. Let me explain it to you all, Wicca is a modern pagan religion that has gained popularity in recent years, but it still remains misunderstood by many. In this post, I'll help you explore the basics of Wicca, its origins, beliefs, and practices. Let's also dispel some common misconceptions and provide tips for those interested in practicing Wicca on their own.

Understanding the Basics of Wicca

Wicca is a modern pagan religion that originated in England in the early 20th century. It is a peaceful and nature-based religion that values harmony and balance.

Wiccans worship a goddess and a god, who are associated with the feminine and masculine aspects of nature, respectively. They believe that all living beings, including animals and plants, possess a divine spark, and that the elements of nature (earth, air, fire, water) contain powerful energies that can be harnessed through magic.

Wiccans also believe in the interconnectivity of all things, and the importance of respecting and caring for the environment. They celebrate seasonal cycles, such as the solstices and equinoxes, and honor their deities through ritual and prayer.

Exploring the Roots of Wicca and Witchcraft

Wicca draws its inspiration from ancient pagan beliefs and practices, most notably witchcraft. Witchcraft itself has a long and complex history and has been misunderstood and persecuted throughout the centuries, with its origins lost in the mists of time.

Early European pagans believed in and revered a multitude of gods and goddesses associated with various aspects of life. With the spread of Christianity in the Middle Ages, these polytheistic beliefs were suppressed and replaced by monotheistic worship, and those who practiced witchcraft were often seen as heretics and evil-doers.

In the mid-twentieth century, a civil servant named Gerald Gardner brought witchcraft back into public awareness with the creation of Wicca. Although Gardner claimed that Wicca had been passed down through generations of witches, there is little evidence to support this, and most modern Wiccans view Gardner as the father of their tradition.

Wicca draws upon a variety of pagan beliefs and traditions from around the world, emphasizing the importance of nature, balance, and magic. While there are many different branches of Wicca and neopaganism, all are united in their reverence for the earth and for the gods and goddesses who embody its power.

The Beliefs and Practices of Modern Wiccans

Wicca is a religion that values harmony and balance, and Wiccans believe in the concept of ‘harm none’. This means Wiccans strive to avoid causing harm to themselves or others. Here are some of the beliefs and practices of modern Wiccans:

Connecting with Nature and Honoring Deities

Wiccans perform rituals to connect with nature and honor their deities. These rituals can be performed alone or with others. Wiccans believe that everything in nature has a spirit, and they often work with the energies of the natural world to help bring about positive change.

Celebrating Seasonal Cycles

Wiccans celebrate eight solar holidays, also known as Sabbats, throughout the year. These holidays mark the changing of the seasons and are a time to celebrate the cycles of life. The four major Sabbats are the Summer Solstice, Winter Solstice, Spring Equinox, and Fall Equinox, while the four minor Sabbats are Imbolc, Beltane, Lammas, and Samhain.

Using Divination Tools

Wiccans also use divination tools such as tarot cards, runes, and crystals to gain insight and guidance. Divination can help Wiccans better understand themselves and the world around them, as well as receive guidance from their deities and ancestors.

Working with Magic

Wiccans believe in the power of magic, and they use spells to create change in their lives and in the world. Magic in Wicca is often seen as a way to work with natural energies and to bring about positive change. Wiccans understand that magic is not a guarantee, and that it is still important to take action towards their goals.

Overall, Wicca is a religion that values the natural world and seeks to live in harmony with it. Wiccans believe in respecting all living things and strive to bring about positive change in their lives and communities.

Dispelling Misconceptions About Wicca

Despite the increased visibility of Wicca and other neo-pagan religions in recent years, misconceptions about these spiritual practices still persist. Here are a few common misconceptions about Wicca:

Wiccans worship Satan or practice black magic. This is not true. Wiccans do not believe in Satan, a figure that comes from Christianity, they rather worship a goddess and a god. Also, Wiccans believe in the concept of “harm none” and do not practice black magic.

Wicca is not a recognized religion. Actually, Wicca is recognized as a legitimate religion in many countries, including the United States and Canada.

Wicca is associated with evil or negative energy. This is a result of misconceptions and stereotypes about witchcraft. Wicca is a peaceful and nature-based religion that emphasizes balance and harmony above all else.

It's important to educate yourself and others about the true nature of Wicca, and to dispel these myths and misconceptions once and for all.

How to Begin Practicing Wicca on Your Own

If you're interested in practicing Wicca on your own, there are several steps you can take to get started:

(Also if you're interested in adding Wicca in your novel/story)

Step 1: Learn About Wicca

Before you begin practicing Wicca, it's important to learn about its beliefs, practices, and history. You can read books, visit websites, and attend workshops to gain a better understanding of the religion.

Step 2: Connect with Nature

Wiccan practices are closely tied to nature, so it's important to spend time outdoors and connect with the natural world. You can try hiking, camping, or gardening to deepen your connection with nature.

Step 3: Meditate and Develop Your Intuition

Meditation is an important part of Wiccan practice, as it helps to clear the mind and develop intuition. You can try guided meditations or simply find a quiet place to sit and focus on your breath.

Step 4: Create Your Altar

An altar is a sacred space where you can perform rituals and connect with your deities. You can choose items that represent the elements, such as candles, crystals, and feathers, and arrange them on a table or shelf.

Step 5: Practice Simple Rituals

You can start by performing simple rituals to honor the elements, gods, and goddesses. For example, you can light a candle and say a prayer to the goddess of love and fertility, or arrange stones and leaves on your altar to symbolize the four elements.

Remember, there is no right or wrong way to practice Wicca. It's a personal and individual journey, and you can adapt the practices to suit your own beliefs and needs.

Connecting With the Wiccan Community Near You

If you're interested in practicing Wicca but don't know where to start, connecting with the Wiccan community can offer support, guidance, and mentorship. Here are some tips on how to do so:

1. Use Social Media and Online Forums

Search for Wiccan groups or covens in your area on social media platforms like Facebook or on online forums like Reddit. These groups can provide a virtual community of like-minded individuals with whom you can connect.

2. Attend Public Rituals, Events, or Festivals

Many Wiccan groups or covens hold public rituals, events or festivals that are open to the public. Attending one of these can give you the opportunity to meet and connect with others practicing Wicca in your area.

3. Join a Wiccan Community

Consider joining a local Wiccan community or coven. This can provide a more structured and personal experience and allow you to learn from experienced Wiccans. You can start by attending public events or doing research to find a Wiccan community near you.

No matter how you choose to do it, connecting with other Wiccans can help you grow spiritually and develop your practice in a supportive and encouraging environment.

Conclusion

In conclusion, Wicca is a nature-based and peaceful religion that worships a goddess and god, and believes in the power of magic. Although its roots can be traced back to ancient pagan beliefs and witchcraft, Wicca was officially founded in the 1950s by Gerald Gardner. Modern Wiccans follow the concept of 'harm none' and perform rituals to connect with nature and honor their deities. It's important to dispel the misconceptions about Wicca and understand that it is a recognized religion with protected rights. If you wish to start your spiritual practice, you can begin by learning more about Wicca, connecting with nature, and finding a Wiccan community near you.

TheWriteAdviceForWriters 2023

[celiaamara]

How I Incorporated the Greek Gods into the Wheel of the Year - Neopagan

Welcome back to my page. Today I'll be discussing how I embraced neopaganism and revivalism to create my own Pagan path. This was really difficult for me to do but I'll link and write as much as I can to tell you how I got where I got.

Sources

Holidays, Dieties, etc. Notes from Book of Shadows

What is Imbolc?

Celebrated either Feb 1st or 2nd -> marks the halfway point between winter solstice and spring equinox -> marks beginning of spring -> pagan fire festival -> time to honor fertility -> associated with pregnancy and cleaning

How to celebrate

-> light candles in every room

-> plants seeds

-> bake oatcakes

-> make Brigid dollies or crosses

-> decorate altar with symbols and colors for imbolc

Gods to worship (only Greek ones)

-> Aphrodite

-> Athena

-> Hestia

What is Ostara?

Marks the beginning of spring -> March 19-23 -> good time to literally and figuratively plant seeds for the future -> good time to start new goals and ideas you thought about on yule and imbolc -> good time for spring cleaning

Ways to Celebrate

-> spring clean the house

-> decorate altar with ostara colors and symbols

-> take time to meditate and journal and think about your intentions for the next few weeks

Gods to Worship

-> Aphrodite

-> Athena

-> Persphenone

-> Apollo

What is Beltane?

Mark of returning summer -> may 1st -> lighting of bon fires -> time of courtship rituals and celebration of one's fertility -> about casting out darkness and introducing light to the world

Dieties of Beltane

-> Artemis

-> Hera

-> Aphrodite

-> Apollo

What is Litha?

Marks summer solstice -> between June 19-22 -> believed to be where fairy folk come out at twilight and offer blessings -> time to celebrate the abundance and beauty of Mother Earth

Time to acknowledge your success thus far that you've built over the course of the wheel of the year -> good time to align yourself with the powerful energies of the sun and summertime -> expand on ideas, businesses, goals or desires -> thank all for successes so far

Ways to Celebrate

-> make floral wreaths for front door

-> host a bonfire and potluck for family and friends

-> gather and dry herbs to use throughout the coming year

-> take time to meditate and give thanks for the blessings you have in life

-> build a fairy house in the woods

Dieties

-> Hestia

-> Apollo

What is Lughnasadh and Lammas?

The first of three autumn celebrations -> August 1 -> marks the first harvest of the season w/ gathering grains and baking bread

Ways to Celebrate

-> bake bread from scratch and incorporate seasonal herbs

-> make fruit preserves

-> make beer or enjoy artisan beer

-> make corn dollies

-> host a family and/or friends dinner and bonfire

Dieties

-> Demeter

What is Mabon?

Known as the pagan Thanksgiving -> marks autumn equinox -> a time of balance, equality and harmony -> celebrates the second harvest -> celebrate and give thanks for the abundance both literally and spiritually -> good time to reflect on the wheel of the year, recognize successes and letting go of things that no longer serve you over the year -> set intentions to end bad things in your life, let go of unhealthy relationships, unhealthy habits, or self destructive beliefs -> Sept 21 to the 24

How to Celebrate

-> decorating home with fall decorations

-> host a huge meal if you can - take turns saying what you're grateful for and what you hope to accomplish this year

-> if it's by yourself, try and find a quiet space outside to meditate and journal before treating yourself to a nice meal

Dieties

-> Perspehone

-> Demeter

-> Hermes

-> Dionysus

What is Samhain?

3rd and final fall festival of the year -> witches new year -> veil between the worlds is the thinnest -> Oct 31 -> celebrate the dead, while celebrating the end of the harvest and comeback of the darkness and cold

How to Celebrate

-> leave offerings out for fae folk

-> do protective magic

-> feasts and suppers on the eve of Samhain

-> celebrate ancestors and embrace the passage into a more introspective season

-> cover clocks

-> carry nails in pocket for protection

Dieties

-> Hekate

-> Demeter

-> Perspehone

-> Hades

-> Dionysus

What is Yule?

Celebrates winter solstice - is one of two solstices - summer and winter -> Dec 20-23 -> celbrates shortest day of the year, midwinter, return of the sun and festival of rebirth -> time of reflection and celebration

How to Celebrate

-> give mistletoe

-> light lights on a yule log

-> have a feast, ale involved

-> wreaths

-> think about resolutions, intentions for the coming year, light a candle speaking those out, let it burn as you visualize it coming true, then write down actionable steps to get your wishes to come true

-> clean

Dieties

-> Aphrodite

-> Demeter

-> Helios

-> Dionysus

[chthoniclakewitch]

I’m planning a Samhain ritual, but I want it to be my own. Any tips?

[emeraldlotusdivination]

On Halloween to Nov 1 at sunset is when the veil between our world and the spirit world is lifted! I made this image to help anyone curious about what they can do to celebrate Samhain this weekend. 🎃What are your Halloweekend plans?!

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Samhain Ritual Box

Celebrate our favorite Sabbat of the year with this beautiful Samhain box built to order with intention.

Each box includes:

✨ Ritual bath tea for spiritual growth

✨ Herbal wax melts for reflection, love, and heightened spiritual awareness

✨ Crystal altar spoon

✨ Two tea light candles

✨ One dressed and blessed Samhain ritual candle

✨ 4 incense cones

✨ 3 tumbled crystals

✨ Black salt

✨ 2 jars of herbs (will vary depending on inventory)

✨ Mountain sage bundle (ethically harvested) dipped in dragon’s blood resin

✨ Hemp wick twine

All items are contained inside of a box of your choice; Either a premium chest or a rectangular box, stained by hand to order.

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How to prep for Samhain ✬✬✬

So you realized Samhain's coming soon and just like every year you're rushing everything last second. Right? Welcome to the messy witch club. In this post I’m gonna share with you some ideas to help you maximize these days and get ready for Samhain in time;) Enjoy!

1) Buy your ritual pumpkin. Any type, size and shape would do. Whether at the farmers’ market or at the supermarket, it’s important to choose a healthy-looking orange buddy to keep you company for as long as possible, even when it dries. If unsure, don’t buy multiple pumpkins: just focus on choosing the one. Name it straight away. Call it by its name from the very start of your friendship.

2) Buy pumpkin for cooking purposes. Whole, chopped, sliced, puréed, powdered (does it even exist?), whatever. The secret here is to do your research and preselect a specific recipe that you’d like to follow, so you’re not wasting money buying random ingredients or extra pumpkin.

3) Have a ritual candle ready. Basic but important. Make sure you have at least one (preferably scented) medium-sized candle to create the right atmosphere in your sacred space. Planning ahead your Samhain ritual intentions helps you matching the color/scent of the candle to promote best results afterwards.

4) Sip spicy drinks/red wine. Stick to rustic, simple, peculiar aromas. Give space to new drinks. Anise tea anyone? Even a strongly spiced hot chocolate could be an alternative! The “red wine club” should in fact go for Pinot Noir. Carmenere, Castillo and Zinfandel are premium treats. 

5) Ditch the skinny jeans jeans for sweatpants, dresses, skirts, tights, socks and leggings. Pretty self explanatory but I encourage you to have fun wearing lose stuff that falls softly on our beloved legs or shows them now that the season isn’t super freezing yet. 

6) Start familiarizing with your tarot deck or pendulum. Use your tools everyday, learn how they work and how they can be interpreted. This step is key to really take heed of Samhain’s magic: the chance to communicate with that part of our family and forefathers on the other side. This time of the year is favorable for divination and readings.

7) Check moon phases everyday. Just do it. Read about each phase, what it means and what action it does promote. That’d make you aware of the potential outcome of certain types of spells that you may want to cast later on Oct 31st. Also, being aligned with moon cycles during these two weeks will allow you to slowly progress in everyday life, especially from Samhain’s night onwards, as you’ll be able to view the upcoming year from a wiser perspective.  8) Stretch. “Oh wait what? Halloween workout? No way.”... No. Hear me out, breathe. This piece of advice is for making you feel in shape and physically ready for autumnal activities/everyday life. In fall, our muscles transition from the warmth of summer to the coldness of winter. Leaving them rigid and unstretched can cause the so called “seasonal pains”. We witches want to avoid that, ok? Commit to a 5-10 min stretching routine. If you like yoga, give it a try! If you’re a yogi/yogini, you’re one upping us all at this point... Good job!;D

9) Plan a house party or a night walk. Invite people over for a movie marathon, a tea party or pj party. This sabbat is perfect for indoor events/venues. However, the night walk and the trick or treat are definitely a must! Have a drink out, go crazy with makeup and outfits and have loads of random fun. Junk food allowed.

10) Invest in lip balm, hand cream and moisturizer. This is totally up to you and your own likings, though I’d suggest to go for more buttery formulas that can prevent any type of dryness or cold fissures. So  m a j o r l y  annoying...

11) Always, ALWAYS carry a flashlight with you this month. Safety first. +50 cookie points if you have it installed on your phone.

I really wish you all a good Samhain and hope this post was inspiring :D 

xx