Posts Tagged ‘Samhain’

This is the time of the Last Harvest. The Earth nods a sad farewell to the God. We know that He will once again be reborn of the Goddess and the cycle will continue. This is the time of reflection, the times to honor the Ancients who have gone on before us and the time of “Seeing” (divination). As we contemplate the Wheel of the Year, we come to recognize our own part in the eternal cycle of Life.

The equinox was a little more than two weeks ago, heralding the end of summer, the dying of the light, and the lengthening nights. For many people this is a sad time of year. The frivolity of summer is at an end. It’s time for students to head back to school. Even here in the hellbox of Georgia, plantation lawns wither and the illegal workers wonder where they’ll find lawns to mow, while the trees drop their leaves, save for the tall Georgia Pines. In the pines, there’s a renewed industriousness among the squirrels; they can be heard and seen. One can hear them barking, their claws scratching on bark, and seen leaping and scampering among the branches while they lay in stores for what passes for winter in these parts.

I used to be torn emotionally about autumn. I’ve always loved autumn. For me, growing up in Wisconsin, it meant rust and gold leaves for kicking about. The cooling nip in the air meant it was time to head back to the university. I always looked forward to the return to school and reuniting with summer-separated friends. And with the coming of the Lady September wearing a wreath of maple and oak leaves in her hair, and the Lord October with his jack-o-lantern crown, it meant that the year was easing into that time when with the coming of the holidays, humanity found more charity and compassion toward each other. And let’s not forget the food of fall. Let’s see, there was pumpkin bread, pumpkin seeds, pumpkin lattes, pumpkin scones, and of course pumpkin pie. Oh wait, I forgot pumpkin muffins. I’m a pumpkin fanatic and will pretty much eat anything pumpkin. Additionally, there were caramel apples, and cider, Halloween and trick or treat and the unbelievable booty of overloaded trick or treat loot bags. All of this bounty was a mere appetizer though compared to the feasts of November and December to come.

But wait—there must be something wrong with me if I’m celebrating the end of summer. Summer was the time of easy living. When as the days grew longer and warmer, people came out into the streets or sat on their porches and waved at you. It was days of endless bike rides, fishing in Sinipee Creek, making hay, corn detasseling, and seeing all the girls from school in their bikinis. And I wanted that to end? I must be gay. Also, summer was when it stayed light until nine o’clock (more time to play tennis, or to ride my three-wheeler with my intrepid dachshund as my co-pilot) in the evening and even after the sun went down, there were still fireflies and stars. Who would want that to end?

Hence, there was my conundrum with fall being my favorite time of year. On the one hand fall is a beautiful time of the year. The weather is cool (comfortable jeans weather) and nature is arrayed in her finest and most colorful. While on the other hand, the world is dying. For soon, the trees will drop their leaves; the brilliant colors will fade to brown; the green of the prairie will fade into the death of winter.

However, around the time that I stopped worrying what people thought, believing that even Enron executives have some good in them, and I started valuing the company of nature and my dogs more than that of most people, I realized that it’s okay to acknowledge that people are greedy, avaricious, ugly mostly-bags-of-water and that it’s okay for Fall to be my favorite time of year. I am after all, in the late summer of my life. If my life were a calendar, today would be around 3:00 AM on September 1. Oh, don’t worry about me. I still have plenty of life left in me. I might even run a marathon next year. Also, I believe that my power will continue to increase and I’d like to think my best day is ahead of me. It’s just that when I see how people are, the evil they do (since we have republicans we scarcely need a devil), the unchecked greed that consumes everyone, the lies, the cover-ups, the spin doctors misinforming the public, the I’ve-got-mine-you-can-go-fuck-yourself attitudes of people, sometimes the darkness overtakes my soul. And these are not new behaviors for homosapiens. If you travel back through history, you’ll see that the way humans treat each other has not improved much in the last 2,000 years.

But face the darkness in my soul from time to time I must. For that is what being a warlock (we’ll discuss this term some other time) in the Circle of the Dark Moon Tradition means. I don’t mind the introspection and soul-searching if you will—the turning inward and taking a pause to meditate and take a journey into inner space. Just as the waning days of fall lead to still white death of winter, and finally onto spring, this same sort of reflective pause can lead to restoration and rebirth—at least psychically if not physically.

There are 24 days before Samhain (Halloween to you muggles or cowans) and I’ve made a promise to myself. Since this is the time of year when the veil between worlds parts, I plan to make the magickal most this fall month. I plan to engage in a magickal endeavor every day (this month and hopefully the trend will continue) and I think you should too. Magick isn’t always just found in complex rituals which take a long time to perform. Being your magickal best this month could be something as little as casting a simple spell, performing a tarot reading or favorite form of divination, or even just finish reading that book on occult science that you’ve been putting off looking at. And don’t forget the Samhain—the most magickal night of the year for us witches, warlocks, and mages.

Remember, a little magick can go a long way toward lighting the dark places in your soul.

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