The Wild Soul

Now I don’t mean this in a mean way, I’m saying this as someone who used to be a “casual” practitioner but have now devoted my life to my craft.  If you want to be a “casual” witch, you’re going to have to understand there are things you will not be able to do, and levels you will never be able to reach. There are things that take time, and dedication, and work.

If you don’t want to put in the effort required you’re not going to get anything back. I know this, I’VE LIVED THIS.  Spirit flight, ecstatic ritual, the deeper mysteries, these are things I would never be able to do as a casual witch. 

I think it’s perfectly fine that there are casual practitioners, if you think about it a lot of our grandparents practiced forms of casual magic.  The problem is when those Casual practitioners expect the same results, recognition, and experiences as those who have dedicated their lives to the craft. 

It was a blizzard outside the other day, but I though it would be the perfect setting for my wool Viking dress and hood made by the the most talented Midgaarb (etsy) and @lykosleather 🌿🙌❄️ I was surprisingly warm as well! Wonderful quality and craftsmanship. 😌💕

because it is. the moment you took you first breath, you became an aperture through which the whole universe expressed itself, you created a solar system

and your mercury sign is encircling your mind, darting down and orbiting your chest, swiftly flying through the air around you, leaving the streaks of whatever sign it caught at birth, your mercury in leo is a golden orb placing a crown on the mind, your mercury libra is a planet of chattering butterflies 

now your sun sign is radiating from you like a beam of blinding light, shining like the rays of the sun through the archetype, releasing from the heart, the shade of your sun sign, in flickering, universal glow 

your moon sign is fading in and out of your aura, cycling wildly, revealing a little, casting a shadow over you, or embalming you in lunar illumination, leaving a silky gloss, your taurus moon like cake batter over the body, immersing the moment 

now imagine the planet venus orbiting around your neck, like a shimmering necklace, coating your voice in the love you have acquired for centuries, playing the tranquil music of whatever sign she emanates, your venus in pisces releasing the harp of angels

mars is pulsing through your veins circling your arteries in excitable orbit, reminding you that you are made of iron, the nutrients of all the cosmos surging through you, the energy of all the universe, your mars in gemini rotating your bloodstream like flickering lights 

and jupiter is circling your thighs, the voyager, encouraging you to run far and high, to elevate into the sky, to skip alongside god’s creatures, to discover a philosophy for yourself, your jupiter in pisces giving you the legs of an old mermaid 

saturn is orbiting your knees, whispering critique to stand with a better posture, but this reverberates loudly inside, you could almost cower to it, the saturn rings encircling your head like a halo, guiding you toward your ultimate potential

uranus is circling your calves, urging you to stand for something, and most importantly, stand up for yourself and your own integrity, like a buzzing electrical cable, uranus electrifies whatever sign it touches, your uranus in leo whirring like a CGI sun 

and neptune is orbiting your feet, making elusive visuals, turning them into fins and tails, walking on water or on clouds, a mysterious fog exudes through whatever sign neptune is found, your neptune in scorpio radiating like a dark purple hue, a disappearing black hole 

Macha - The Morrigan

Thalia Took

Symbols – Life, birth, battle and death

 Animals – Crows and ravens

 Colours – Red and black, white, purple, and dark blue

 Plants - Mugwort, Yew, Willow, Blackthorn and Belladonna

 Crystals and metals – Obsidian, Rubies, Jet, Garnet, Bloodstone

Macha is one part of a triple Irish war Goddess called the Morrigan. The name Morrigan means great queen or phantom queen. It can be spelt in different ways such as Morrigu, Morgane, Morrighan and also Morgan le Fay in the Arthurian legends.  There are several versions of the other two Goddesses in that triad. They are usually Badb (‘Crow’) and Nemain (‘Frenzy’).

The Celts believed she could revive dead soldiers to fight once again. The battleground was thought to be sacred after the battle, so the soldiers would leave until the next day so the Morrigan could gather the souls. As a scavenger bird, she was an omen of war and fed on bodies and collected their souls.