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11/01/2025

Buddha's Teaching
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11/01/2025

Libations of rum, offerings of cornmeal, fire and smoke.
We are magical threads of lineages past , present , and future.
Awaken to the wisdom that is already in your bones , your DNA.
Honor them. Be the voice of the voiceless, Be the beacon across the veil!
Your ancestors are communicating with you , all you need to do is listen,
With your heart.

10/31/2025

Blessed Samhain and Happy Halloween! 🎃 How are you celebrating your ancestors tonight?! It doesn’t have to be just tonight it can be year long but tonight is the thinnest of the veils between worlds of all realms. So, sing to your ancestors, place a plate at the table, invite them to dinner. Ask for guidance and wisdom. Set aside an old grievance. Know that where they are there is only love and always know they are always around and they love you!

10/30/2025

What have you alchemize to create the master piece that is you?

10/30/2025

Including the 🧚 realm!!

Can you feel it too? The end is near 👉 https://www.magicalrecipesonline.com/2022/10/7-signs-the-veil-thins.html

10/30/2025

The Rockin Cauldron
Blessed Samhain! 🎃

You Are the Magic 💫

10/30/2025

Woodlarking
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For the ancient Celts, all boundaries were liminal, magical places; whether the boundaries between day and night (dawn, dusk), between the water and the land, or the portals between summer and winter (Beltaine and Samhain).

The same applied to boundaries in the landscape. Offerings such as bog butter were often left for the Spirits of Place, at the spot where two landholdings meet. In Scottish tradition, it was important to saine (sanctify or purify) the boundaries of your land yearly by "walking the bounds" with a flaming torch, making a sun-wise circuit. The house, the barn, the herds, and the land could also be sained with salt or salt water, especially water taken from the ninth wave of the sea.

According to ancient Irish Brehon laws, a boundary could be marked by a standing stone, a large natural rock, a ditch, a tree, water, or a roadway. Another sturdy boundary marker was the living hedge or hedgerow.

The name "Hedge Witch" comes from days of old when villages were separated by forests. The edge of a village where the forest began was called the hedge. In most villages, there was an herbal practitioner who lived in the forest or near the edge of the forest. This was the person the villagers appealed to when there was no doctor, or the doctor couldn't cure them. The practitioner who lived by the hedge and practiced herbal arts was called a Hedge Witch.

The word "hedge witch" is a direct translation from the Saxon word "haegtessa," which means hedge-rider. Now, many people seem to think that the "hedge" in hedge witch means a "fence" of plants and forests. This is not what is meant. In those days, wise women or healers lived inside a forest or just before a forest. Forests were considered the "unknown" because they contained all the spirits and creatures. Thus, it was meant that the witch or hedge witch is on the border of both worlds (physical realm and the realm of the Fae, the mythical creatures, etc.). Hedge witches were said to be able to communicate and interact with both worlds.

Hedge witches would enter a trance by either hallucinogens, meditation, dancing, or chanting. When they enter this trance, they are able to communicate with the spirits and other beings, obtaining information. This process of entering the trance was called "hedge riding," meaning traveling in the other world.

They would then use this information to heal others or become closer to nature and make brews or potions. Hedge witches generally practiced shamanism and herbalism. They knew about nature, the cycles of nature, the moon phases, etc.
-Woodlarking

10/30/2025

Yes,
Absolutely this! 💗✨💗✨💗

Born of fairy blood
I dance with my own darkness

Howling with the wolves and witches
I roam the edges in conversation
With ravens and owls

Blood coursing through my veins
As I imbibe the sweetest nectar
Of my own existence

I am madness and I am magic

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Madness and Magic, ©Arlene Bailey
Art, Wild Spirit Weaver, Beth Wildwood

10/29/2025

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Samhain 🎃

Now in the darkening of the year
The veil between the worlds wears thin
And those gone on ahead draw near
Like a harvest gathered in.
In the hours of quiet remembrance
The waning season brings
We may feel their whispered presence
Like the brush of gentle wings ..

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