Saintedsorcery - The Road Beneath The Hill

Jeszika Le Vye - Sorceress (Zenith)

In modern Heathenry there is a concept of spirits known as the Disir (singular Dis). While there is some debate on the true origins of these spirits, it’s a common belief among todays Heathens that these are female ancestral guardians. I personally equate these spirits with The Mothers in Fayerie Traditionalism, those femme spirits that serve The Great Mother.

There are two modern festival/feast days associated with them: Mother’s Night, and Disablot.

But why not today? Why not Mothers Day? Today is a day that we celebrate the mothers of our respective families (blood and chosen) Today is a modern festival to venerate those enfleshed Matriarchs that we love and hold dear. To me it would make sense to extend that love and devotion to the Mothers that walk with us in the Unseen. Just sort of wondering out loud I suppose. I think in the future I might set aside time to honour all the Mothers in my life, Seen and Unseen.

An invocation and a boon

“On certain nights when their bruthain (bowers) are open and their lamps are lit, and the song and the dance are moving merrily, the fairies may be heard singing lightheartedly:— Not of the seed of Adam are we, Nor is Abraham our father; But of the seed of the Proud Angel, Driven forth from Heaven.’”

— The Fairy-Faith in Celtic Countries, W.Y. Evans-Wentz

The Sabbat was held as the Mirror rode high and full. The stang was lit, the spirit amassed, and the Dragon awoken from within the deep heart of the flames. The mighty serpentine force rose higher and higher as the mill was trod, the whole of the compass becoming bathed in the pale light of the vibrant stars bespekling the great black mare and the eldrich spirits attending the holy rite.

The sacred paint was enchanted and made manifest with blood, wort, and oil in the mysterious rites of the black cauldron. Then used to inscribe the first sigilum upon the brow of the beast, the witch’s hand guided by the dark whispers of the unknown ones.

The bestial, raw, and primal Scarlet King was beckoned forth, drawn toward the ensourceled goat skull at the base of the Great Tree. The hissing flames announced his arrival, the eyes opened and gazed upon us, and thus did He begin to speak…

Soon, I feel, shall the next sigilum be enscribed upon his ivory skull. Thus shall we continuing to therein enflesh the luminious bestial form and bring forth the great King to the Witches’ Sabbat.

Here’s my contribution to the #regionalwitchcraftchallenge started by Via Hedera

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So I wasn’t sure if I should have taken part in this because #Maine doesn’t really have anything (that I know of) that is specific to the region.

To make up for that, I try to incorporate as much of the local flora, fauna, and landscape as I can.

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-Maine black bear skull, gifted from a local hunter

-Novena candle (one side of my family is Catholic and that has started to influence my craft)

-Locally harvested cedar

-Two keepsakes of my departed grandparents

-Birch Water (à la “An Carow Gwyn”) with bark harvest from my property

-An antique rosary found while thrifting

-A hag stone from the coast of Maine

-Selected bones from my casting kit that are all local animals (red fox, coyote, beaver, bobcat)

-An arrowhead from our state museum

-Ritual blade made from white-tail deer

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{Barn Owls in The Oak} by {Mike Rae}

Agrippa ~ Of the seals, and characters of natural things.

Everything therefore hath its character pressed upon it by its star for some peculiar effect, especially by that star which doth principally govern it: and these characters contain, and retain in them the peculiar natures, virtues and roots of their stars ….

if you blow out candle you BLOW AWAY the MAGIC and ur spell goes pllphfphphphhhhhhbbb into the wind and WON'T WORK

By staff, stone, flame, and bone! 🐐