Category Archives: The Sabbats and the old craft

On Sunday I stopped by Well House Lane my pilgrimage alone it always is a shady place but the sky took on a tone of the other world that special place that you reach when you are alone atop the … Continue reading →

There it is a great stone structure a monument to who 5000 years 4000 years who knows which date is true out there on that chalky plain the sheep still ruminate they know a thing or two about it but … Continue reading →

A curious mist of sound hung over rollrights Behold the drums were reaching out to say Silently we joined the pagan circle A curl of shadowy shapes just yesterday A fire burned bright it’s flames licked ever higher The light … Continue reading →

a million other names are mine But all the names you hear Are of pure transformation The veil be then the fear Of many at the final dusk Those poets who will see The crossroads and will realise With Hecate … Continue reading →

The overriding all important Entity am I The sorceress of darkness Weaving the unseen At the crossroads Fate becomes, an Omnipotent theme Call me Hecate Call me The Morrigan Names that mean so much But I am positivity And within, … Continue reading →

The fennel grown this season Leapt into the air Filled with scents and flavour For all it’s world to share It enjoyed the foxgloves Good bedfellows we saw Each providing comfort Of that we did feel sure Our ancestors loved … Continue reading →

Leland spoke of light and dark Producing shadows, we Each have them part of each soul That ever there could be A glimpse of magick surfaces Cast in sombre shade It’s somewhat like a reflection But you are hardly on … Continue reading →

If it hadn’t been for mother I wouldn’t be here today And as the veil gets thinner I want in fact to pay My respects to my dear mother Calling on her to see If she is now in less … Continue reading →

It’s the death of the old year And the start of the new Winter begins And darkness does ensue The frost it may settle all over the place A time of death when The spirits do chase The souls of … Continue reading →

Darkness seemingly can feel quite negative But not to those nocturnal souls who ply They feel free and positive more so than some think For seldom do the human tribe Ask why The veil between the living and those passing … Continue reading →

She stands there a witch possibly alone in true seclusion, she holding  her crystal awareness unseen till that moment, we observed her feeling that latent spirit her silhouette as darkness falls a quietness as shadows engulf her and perhaps the … Continue reading →

I love Aradia’s garden its detail and its lore the apple by the bijou the crystal over the door the rue beside the comfrey the betony stands tall the rosemary and the heather the totem pole and all the mints … Continue reading →

I thought of you last night darling I did I lay awake, kind of lifting the lid feeling a weakness inside of me and crying my heart out vociferously   I wanted to get up and come and see you … Continue reading →

I feel I want to lay my head in a cornfield on the ground to just lay still and I think I will I will not make a sound close my eyes and peer into the heavens the, wiccan awakening … Continue reading →

  In the north east circle on ground inside the stones the rollright moles had worked their stuff all strained their little bones   to so expose the red earth probably overnight as the Autumn Equinox gave them equal light … Continue reading →

  Autumns coming the harvest season the first grains of the harvest its the reason bless them grind them and make the bread harvest the crops for we are led where the craftsmen work so the farmers said loaf mass … Continue reading →

regrowth and harvest about half way Beltaine and Lammas some might say God and the Goddess their energy combined entwined for there it be love and beauty passion too marvellous light just shining through fertility the garlands worn of elderflower … Continue reading →

The influence of Christianity saw Sergeant Howie, come by seaplane to the island the landlord’s daughter some burning issues, on his mind and Willow’s rule of thumb dancing naked in her room slapping she, and some Maypoles represent the phallic … Continue reading →