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A Great Rite of Peoples

 

Do we celebrate Samhain?

Mostly, yes.

Do we observe Samhain?

I hope so. The unexamined life is not worth living.

Do we keep Samhain?

Bingo.

We are keepers, we pagans. We keep. We keep to.

And not just Samhain. We are those who keep (and keep to) the Old Ways, long after others have thrown them away.

We retain them. We hold them. We guard them.

Like Americans, witches are a Great Rite of Peoples.

We hold to the Old Ways.

We keep the Old Ways.

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Ramping Up with More Rune Readings

I'm doing more rune readings now. I've evolved my rune casting techniques over the years, and am now doing them more intuitively than I did before. I have a stronger connection to Odin now than I did before. Also, long time readers may recall that I received a new rune set that I felt was going to help me connect more with female ancestral power when I read the runes. It worked out great and has really made my readings more smoothly intuitive.

For years now, I've taught rune classes, read runes for charity at Pagan Pride Day fundraisers, and did the occasional rune casting for people in my social network, either in person or online. My first rune readings were all in person, and then my first professional rune readings were by phone, but in the internet age I've come to find I really like the format of doing my rune readings via messaging, chat, or email. 

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Lavender Love Massage Bars

Massage bars should look, smell, and feel luxurious. Cocoa butter is beloved for its delicious natural chocolate scent. I also recommend shea butter or mango butter as other options, for they are also sumptuous.

3 ounces cocoa butter

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What Is Truly Scary

 Hello everyone, and Happy Halloween/Samhain season to you all. I am honored to have Allison Jornlin on our podcast episode 48, kicking off season 5!

 Allison Jornlin has been investigating strange phenomena for more than 20 years. Inspired by Chicago’s Richard Crowe, one of the pioneers of U.S. ghost tourism, she developed Milwaukee’s first haunted history tour in 2008.

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RBH: History of Roman Frilford, Berkshire (Oxfordshire)

 

Reviewing aerial photographs of a Romano-British temple in what is now Berkshire (formerly Oxfordshire), archaeologists noticed a large, dark oval mark on the ground near the temple site.

Wisely, they consulted with the local man who actually farmed the land, and so knew it best.

“That's where I have my slurry pit,” he told them.

They weren't entirely convinced. It would have been the largest slurry pit in the country.

“What's the name of the field?” they asked.

(In Britain, every field has a name—or used to, at least.)

“Trendles,” he told them.

Their ears immediately pricked up.

Trendel was the Old English word for “circle”—in certain Witch circles, this is still the name for the magic circle—but the word went out of common use more than 1000 years ago.

Excavations later revealed the reason for the Anglo-Saxon name. Beneath the field lay the remains of a Roman amphitheater.

A review of surviving medieval documents never mentioned the name Trendles. Experts in British place-names had never heard of it.

To quote one of the archaeologists:

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How to Weave Linen Fabric | Linen ...

 

My friend and I are texting back and forth, trying to set up a time to get together: after the election, once the dust has had a chance to settle.

Assuming, of course, I write, that Big Orange hasn't shipped us both off to the camps by then.

Rhetoric aside, he texts back, he strikes me as nothing but a grifter. This is just his current grift.

Wyrd so weave it, I type, and hit Send.

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path through a dark forest ...

 

At the jack o' lantern Gate, the Horned lays down his crown of antlers and autumn leaves.

He removes his torc.

He doffs his cloak.

Even the scanty loincloth he strips off.

Without looking back, he passes through the Gate.

Long after his pale rippling flanks have disappeared into darkness, we can still hear the dry leaves, crunching underfoot.

 

Later, around the hearth, someone asks: Gods, weren't you cold?

He laughs.

Here's the point at which I'm supposed to say—his voice drops a register—I was so deep in trance, I didn't even notice the cold, he says.

He laughs again and shakes his head.

Of course I was cold, he says. By the time I'd got to where I'd stashed my clothes, I swear, both nuts had crawled all the way back up into their sockets.

We laugh, as intended, but unconsciously, we all edge a little nearer the fire. Winter is upon us.

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