I smell the horror of murdered witches.
Burned in Europe, hung in the UK & USA, and still persecuted and hounded and harrassed in the world that hasn’t quite sorted its human rights out yet.
We do NOT, contrary to expectations and dogma, die forever when burned, staked, and beheaded, nor cease to “reincarnate” – in fact, we seem to multiply.
One could almost call us, a natural evolution.
I propose March 1st as the day to make offerings for all true witches – not those poor innocents who got (and do still get) caught up in the hysteria, because horrible as that is, WRONG as that is, Christian and other prayers for the innocent should take care of them – no, this is an act of grace and appreciation for our spiritual ancestors, the real summoners, pact-makers, oath-breakers, herbalists, and chanters of spells, who tragically broke the 11th Commandment “Thou Shalt Not Get Caught” – which IMO is the only one that really matters.
And to invite into our lives the wisdom and power of our murdered spiritual ancestry, and to generally celebrate that WE LIVE – that they did NOT wipe us out – in fact, we thrived.
(We summon, we curse, we whisper secrets, write pacts in blood, and look to the darkness to provide our answers. In 2016, no less!)
Why March 1st? Because it jumps about because of leap years, which is cool, but really, because it came to my mind when I was thinking about this last night, and I trust myself and my spirits enough to go with that….
What I’m Doing
I’m going to make an altar with one black and one white candle (for the broadest definitions and intentions of my fallen witch-kin), a glass of cool water for their scorched and strangled throats, some crushed codeine-based painkillers for their agonies, some wine for their celebration, a bunch of herbs and flowers for their balm, and a handful of wildflower seeds to mark the eternal rebirth of Witch-Kind.
And then sow those seeds, at the weekend (and bury the offerings way out of reach of any animals, for those who wonder about this - the codeine will be spread too wide to intoxicate some poor little rat or whatever).
Any, all, or none of these (something YOU find more meaningful) is a great way to honour our fallen dead.
“Waaah!”
I’m not much for the “wear a ribbon and like on Facebook” school of activism, but this is a genuine spiritual ceremony of compassionate offerings to the dead, some of whom died horribly and without a single meaningful rite done to mark their passing.
They MATTER to me - I see their blood spilled, and their history and sacrileges, as the stepping stones across a mire of freakishly unhealthy Middle Eastern cult brainwashing.
Oh, and the first draft of this idea, mentioned pissing on churches – I wasn’t going to post that, but since charles9 “coincidentally” mentioned the very idea in a post made since I last logged in (sorry to name-check you there mate!), I’m throwing that in as a possibility as well, because for all the good they may have done, all the good Christians (and Muslims, and Pastafarians) I’ve ever met, fuck their institutions, their religion, and their pathetic obedience-craving little desert troll “god.”
Fuck you, religion - we’re still doing those nasty dirty things you tried to wipe out, and we’ll be pissing in your face long after the last of your syndicate-of-fear institutions has been buried in the murk of history.
△ Image : “Pagan Altar”, modern classy witchery!
But yes,sending a message to the universe that we will never forget the fallen and at the same time sending a message to all the little groups that try “You can not KILL what can not DIE” is something i am behind 100%