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The Descent into Autumn

As we stand at the entrance to the West gate, opposite the place of the rising sun that gave us light for the last 6 months we now turn to the deep waters of the changing time, our shedding complete, we stand bare, sunset, dusk, autumn, harvests end, as the darkness enfolds the sun grows old, our thoughts turn towards the coming winter.

Let’s measure what we have achieved and start plans for what will ensue, let’s sort, sift and store our fruits and seeds, and prepare our tools for our journey to the underworld, Her deepest mysteries.

We stand at this western water crossroad preparing ourselves emotionally for the passage within to the deepest self.

On Saturday at 8.39pm EST when the sun moves into the astrological sign of Aries here in Australia, we celebrate the exact moment of Equinox, of balance, light and dark, and of the turning of the wheel.

Time for  preparing for the doorway down, through the Mysteries once again, Mabon or Alban Elfed (the light of the water)  is approaching, I shall open myself to the seeing, this place of deep waters is for my healing. The land is slowing, rotting, swelling and falling.

Nature and my ancestors are imprinted in my bones. Water holds the memories that bring me back, year after year to revise this sacred life, to learn, to walk through new lessons, and to grow stronger through the deep harvest in Water.

I am the seed in the pomegranate, swimming in the ancient bloodied waters.

As I grow older like the sacred land, I want to keep growing, learning and live a full, happy life, because I deserve it!

As I withdraw more and participate a little less in service with humanity, Hecate stands at the crossroads, smiling, and she shows me this is my personal key to harmony. The Wisdom of the Goddess shows me the importance of service to Her, and that my longed-for healing takes place with helping and assisting Her.

Light thy torch of gnosis dark lady, illuminate my path, the divine Presence within me knows to become whole I must awaken within the glowing embers, and ignite thy dormant seed.

As I mature so does my need to let less people in, to mentor quietly from my truth, Her truth, this is a process that I will continue till I draw my last breath and journey west for the final time in this incarnation. Now as Autumn Equinox approaches, I know my journey continues again as we move to this place on the Compass, the place of deep reflection and scrying and deep memory; you too can take this opportunity for your own healing.

Cut down the branches impeding your growth, and your forward movement. Make way for new growth, and your own ongoing evolution, these are exciting times as the paradigm shifts and we walk each other home again…..

© Astarté Earthwise

Photo – Ceres by Kasia Prado



1 x White Sigil Powder Bottle with cork lid, made using a tradition recipe and is handmade by Astarté Earthwise

2 x  Hecate Charms tied with hemp

1 x Information Sheet with photo ideas

This Sigil powder glass bottle with cork is finished with the Symbols of Hecate and empowered for your magical use.

Used in ritual, as is, for making sigils, given as offerings, scattered for numerous reasons, used on the body, in charm bags/bottles, etc. Or added to water, fire for suffumigation, or used as incense, or added to incense…

The powder can be used for marking boundaries when laying the compass or casting the circle. It can be used to draw sigils on the ground when working outdoors. It is good for creating sigils when petitioning spirits, when collecting dirt from cemeteries or crossroads, it can be used to bless the home or ward it against negativity and also as a protection powder. 

Sigils drawn with powders are miniature maps of the cosmos and doorways to access specific points in the other realms.  Most of the designs involve the use of an intersection of some sorts to represent crossing between worlds via the axis mundi also known to many as the World Tree. The rest of the design can be elaborated upon and created in the moment to match the deity or spirit being called or the realm being accessed. The best places to draw outdoor sigils and leave offerings at them are crossroads (especially dirt ones), graveyards, the foot of trees, or around a staff or stang driven into the earth. If you wish to use a sigil to leave an offering of food or drink make sure to draw it somewhere with earth and not a paved street as you’ll need to dig a hole big enough to bury or pour your offering into.

30 grams

Height: 90 mm

Width: 50 mm

Depth: 50 mm

Reflection Crone


Oh incertitude!

You are a rampant torturer.

Hindering the natural flow,

I glance backwards.

Without confidence,

Impeding what moves forwards.

Its reconciliation,

Reflecting tarot’s Star card.

A calcaneus in both worlds,

I am neither here, nor there.

Crossroads pondering,

I Jump headlong.

Taking a leap of faith,

No more hanging by your feet in the mighty oak.

Upside down, crippled, distorted perspectives,

Merge now with your authentic being.

Live your life with inspiration,

Watch all your thoughts and desires.

Open up, to your fullest potential,

Step out of your self-defeating doubts.

Donning your brilliant cloak of creativity,

Let the creative source flow through you.

Open your being to full gratitude,

Watch the Joy unfold and multiply.

Surrender your reflective thoughts,

Weave in your forgiveness.

Uncut the threads of self,

Hem up, any harm done.

Embrace and deepen your living,

Sew in your surrender.

Watch the wise woman emerge,

She is comfortable.

Her intuition guides you,

She speaks the truth.

Conscious in communion,

She is more intense.

Her wits sharpened,

She gracefully turns.

From the mirror,

That journey is done.

Her power is flying,

The days now merge.

Into her brilliance,

She stands firmly on her mantel.

Of wise elder woman,

The deep lines etched of experience.

Now forgotten journeys in her loving face,

Her inner fire burns brightly.

She lets go, she releases,

There is time for all things.

With wisdom and maturity,

She acknowledges and smiles.

As she rides the inevitable round,

The ancestors wait.

Just beyond the veil,

Hands outstretched calling her.

Come home to the Source,

The moon wanes, the veil lifts.

A glimmer of what awaits, unfolds,

She without question steps forward.

Courageous in her Craft,

She prepares for the last journey.

In this cycle, Hekate’s torches shine,

And she follows their light and her Owl.

Arriving at the last crossroads,

She reaches out and takes the key.

Signs off with a sigil on the Earth,

A satisfied smile on her lips, she opens the lock.

Nephthys awaits, reassures her, onwards,

Starting her decent, a crow caws.

She enters the deepest blue of the underworld.

Her journey and passage of returning begins.

~~ © Astarté Earthwise


Growth – My Descent


My Descent

Inanna please interlace my left hand, Artemis my right,

I need to claim your natural abilities as I start my descent,

Inanna the time has come, for the releasing of my outdated judgement

The falling apart, and the passage to the darkest places yet

This time however, the journey is within me, deeper darker we go

Artemis lady of the beasts, shield me on the journey

I need your warrior spirit, your arrows to hit the right point

To face my wildest deepest, darkest places, I call you

To cradle me, the midwife of my body and soul

Here we meet together the rotting carcass of my judgement

A gift, the fertile soil beneath it, requires my falling apart

Finding my authentic self, my integrity, my reasoning for judgement

To understand, why I got so dam lost, why I harmed me in the process

My assessment, my decisions have turned into a painful gift

That has bought me to this very moment, the awakening

To the source, the trickle, of the creative source

Within me lives the Goddess, The source

The great ocean that connects us all, the power

The primordial sea, the creative source, herself.

Goddess hear my call

Teach me how to embody all the transformations

To be the reaper and the reaped

I need to go through all the changes myself

A deepening , deeper,  understanding

I am the Harvest, this is my wake too

I am the sacred grain

This grain I sow deep in my fertile soil

With new awareness, the cycle continues

The gifts are all

The sower, the reaper, the reaped and the Bread of Life

Just as this bread nourishes

May my path to Her nourish the world.

© Astarté Earthwise February 2015

After I wrote this poem, I travelled north to visit my mother, after being there a few days my mother came towards me with a pendant, asking me if I would like this pendant of hers, as she thought I may like it because of it’s pagan theme. I was blown away, as I had this poem in my heart and this beautiful pendant below became a gift to let me know that I was truly doing Her work to have such a special piece of jewellery be gifted to me at this special time in my life. Synchronicity!