The Season of the Witch

To all my pagan and pagan-esque friends who think Samhain has passed . . .

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In a few hours Mother Earth will have reached that powerful moment in her circuit ‘round the sun that is the exact mid-point between the fall equinox and the winter solstice.

TONIGHT is the cross-quarter.  TONIGHT is Samhain Eve.

This is summer’s end; tomorrow is winter’s dawning.  This is the night ghosts of our ancestors return to us.  This is the night the owls call our names.  This night we stand on the threshold, and all gates are open.

Tomorrow we wake to a new world.

We’ll wake to find that somehow, despite apathy, gerrymandering, voter suppression, election tampering, rampant racism, and virulent propaganda, we managed to toss some blue seeds onto the blasted, barren ground of our democracy.  If that’s the gate our planet spins through, we’ll be able to hope that those seeds will take root, and flower, and bear fruit when the old sun has died and the new sun is waxing.

Or we’ll wake to find the reign of white supremacists confirmed.  And we’ll despair for ourselves, for our children, and for a nation that has come to despise the ideals that gave it birth.

If you are ritually inclined, if you have poems to chant, if you have candles and incense to burn, if you know how to raise a cone of power and send your intent into the world . . . tonight would be the time.

And make a wish, because the Moon is Dark, and sometimes – just sometimes – a wish made to the dying moon will come true when the moon is new.

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The Fire is Lit.  The Feast of the Dead is Upon Us.  The Rites of Samhain have begun.

5 thoughts on “The Season of the Witch”

    • Good on you for perservering, nevertheless, and getting your vote into the ballot box. And no worries, love. I speak your language – especially when it comes to voter suppression. Curses are definitely in order. I have always been adamant about casting my vote in person, always loved waving my little snippet of power around in material form and in real time. No more. With even the notion of free and fair elections now a thing of the past, I’m voting early and either handing my ballot in at the Registrar’s office or popping it into one of the official Brinks-Truck-quality steel dropboxes.
      On the bright side, we did take back the House and put a f*ck-ton of POC and women and women-of-color in office. If the House puts restoring voting rights and protecting the vote among the top priorities, it will be a step in the right direction.

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  1. Some Tea-Totallers have snuck into our small-town (10k) government, recently. So behind closed doors — in sheep’s clothing — they redrew our district and designated a new voting venue that’s as far from the center of town possible. If we cross the street, we’re in a different city. At a church no one attends,on the corner of an impossibly mangled intersection, which is the ONLY signal-intersection in town, there were long lines for the four (out of eight) working voting booths. Another one stopped working while the line inched forward. In decades of voting, I have never felt so grateful just to cast a ballot.
    In the era of anything-you-can get-away-with, it just might be time to get down in the mud and whip out the dirty playbook…

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    • Thanks, Dec. Looks like it’s option #1 – a bit of hope. Dems did manage to get a foot in the Red Door of government. Not an optimal fighting stance, but winning back the House means my honey and I won’t be putting our house up on the market just yet. If DumbfuckTrumpism had won the day . . .

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