Category: Witchcraft Writings
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Honouring Papa Joe Davis – Southern Root Worker & Vodou Priest
On the 1st of February 2023, in Raleigh, North Carolina USA, after some illness Papa Joe Davis passed to the other realms. I came to know of this man through my partner Artist, Ismaila Putuenchi in Foumban Cameroon, they had become good friends, for over 20 years and we spoke fondly of him both feeling…
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Holy Summons
Let go….release…shed…surrender…its time to cross the threshold…the holy summons…separating…stepping into the Elder…stepping forward… towards… severing from old ways and states of being…separating from crisis…open to the opportunity…feel it in the belly…your soul is longing to grow…leave behind the worn out ways…your heart is expanding…you don’t have to remain stuck in the land of the hunters…
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Beltane
Beltane Thoughts from 16 years ago….. “As the wheel turns… Flourishing life, sap rising, maturing, strengthening. Fledglings leave their nest and crops make promise of the harvest to come…” Now we approach Beltane, also known as Walpurgis Night and May Day to those who follow the Olde Ways, it is the height of spring and…
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Springtime Garden
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Winter
Tonight, in the alluring Barrington Mountains -3 degrees. Snow sparkles under the winter stars on the floor of the forest. Crunchy hoofs, paws, claws, and feet, weaving and leaving their mark in the verdant jungle of the many fallen branches. As the waxing moon builds and glimmers both in and on the scales of Libra,…
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Fear Medicine 2022
Don’t be afraid of the strange places your body and mind are taking you, many are ill right now and suffering, remember the old ways, the artifacts and the objects of the ancient wise ones. The Force of artifacts will replenish your own Force, you just need to remember. Visit these places that people usually…
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Evening Approaches
Fairy wrens frolic in the shadows of the she oak (casuarina), as the apricot sun sinks behind blue hazy mountains in the distance, disappearing into the chalice of black waters in the western sky. I am thankful for such daily beauty and grace, standing on such ancient land, I feel at one with my surroundings,…
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Cicada Song
Tonight’s poetry dances through my mind, as the waning moon shifts light through gum leaves and branches, the chorus of sweet cicada sing to their beloved, I have broken earth and returned to my trees!
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October’s Sunrise Beltane Tide
Here in Australia, the spring Maiden and the young Lord of the Bush clumsily tumble from the windy and heady heights of the Eastern Hill they roll down the hill in a rush and surprise into the Beltane paddock now littered with spent wattle, callistemon, grevillea and soft rich grass. It is here they finally…
Astarté Earthwise 