Tuesday, October 25, 2016

Sabbat Samhain

Sabbat Samhain

Samhain is known by most folks as Halloween, but for Wiccans and Pagans it's considered a Sabbath to honor the ancestors who came before us.  The fields are bare, the leaves have fallen from the trees, and the skies are going gray and cold. It is the time of year when the Earth has died and gone dormant.  Every year on October 31, Samhain presents us with the opportunity to once more celebrate the cycle of death and rebirth.  It is a time to reconnect with our ancestors and honor those who have died. This is the time when the veil between our world and the spirit realm is thin, so it's the perfect time of year to make contact with the dead.

For the Norse, it is Winter nights.  In the old calendar, winter begins about Mid-October; however this holiday may move about in the calendar depending on your seasons, many match it with Samhain. It is a time to celebrate the completed harvest and honor the ancestors.  It marked the beginning of a time of indoor work, thought and craftsmanship.  It also honors God Odin in his Wild Hunt.

Activities: Divination, Past-Life Recall, Spirit Contact, Meditation, Drying Winter Herbs, Rune Stones

Alter: Autumn leaves, fall flowers, pomegranates, apples, pumpkins, ears of corn, sprays of grain, corn dollies, gourds, nuts, seeds, acorns, chestnuts and images of ancestors are all appropriate. Use whatever is in season where you live, whatever feels right and looks good to you.

Animals: Bats, Cats, Dogs, Owls, Night Animals

Attunement Teas(Individually or Blended): Apple Cider, Angelica, Catnip, Indian Hyppo, Sage, Valerian

Colors: Black, Orange, White

Deities: All Crone Goddesses, The Dying/Dead God

Foods: Apples, Squash, Pork, Pomegranate, Gourds, Rosemary, Red Foods, Mulled Cider, Mead, Nuts  

Goddesses: Hel (Norse), Kali (Hindu), Keli-De (Irish), Marzana (Slavic), Nicnevin (Anglo-Scottish), Psyche (Greek), Hecate (Greek), Lilith (Hebrew),Mara (Persian), Morrigan (Celtic), Rhiannon (Welsh)

Gods: Coyote Brother (Native American), Hades (Greek), The Great Horned God (European), Loki (Norse), Pluto (Greco-Roman), Woden (Teutonic), Corn Father (Native American), Dis (Roman), Ghede (Voodun), Heimdall (Norse), Cronus (Greco-Phoenician), Odin (Norse), Sekhet (Egyptian), Xocatl(Aztec)

Key Action: Return, Clean a Graveyard, Share with the Dead, Change, Costumes, Feasting, Scrying Bowl

Meaning: Wisdom of the Crone, Death of the God, Reflection on the Wheel of the Year, Honoring of the Dead, End of Summer, Celtic New Year

Mythical Creatures: Phooka, Goblin, Medusa, Beansidhe, Fylgiar, Erlkonig, Harpies

Other Names: Halloween, Hallowmas, All Hollows Eve, Day of the Dead, Festival of Spirits, Third Harvest, Celtic New Year, Hallowe'en

Plants: Apple, Mugwort, Gourds, Sage, Allspice, Catnip, Wormwood, Pumpkin

Pronounced: SOW-in

Ritual Oils: Frankincense, Basil, Yarrow, Lilac, Ylang-Ylang, Camphor, Clove

Stones: Obsidian, Onyx, Carnelian, Jet, Bloodstone

Symbols: Jack-o'-Lantern, Balefire, Besom (broom), Masks, Cauldron, Waning Moon, Black Cat, Scarecrow

Taboos: Eating Grapes or Berries

Winternights Meditation

Bare now its limbs, and long its shadow:
while Sol sinks low o'er Sweden's hills,
her light glows through the leafless ash,
whose steadfast roots reach far below.

The barrow-grass has browned with death:
though Freyr had sworn no frost would lie
above the dead, his dearest friends,
still the cold has struck the land.

My thoughts run back to bygone years,
and tales the Northmen told before:
the buried king they called a god,
for harvest-luck they left him gifts.

His bones with earth are blended now,
his earthly kin are kings no more--
though some among the Swedes still trust
his unseen might, the Yngling-father.

I, too, have known his nearness there
and felt the god whom grave-dust hides:
he called me kin and clasped me tight,
he called the land I love my home.

Bare are its limbs and long its shadow--
the ash that wards this wintry land;
Sol's brother lights the barrow-ground,
the sparks of Muspell spread their gleam.

~ Ingeborg S. Nordén

'Twas the Ancestors' Night

'Twas the Ancestors' Night which we call Halloween,
When strange moving shapes near old gallows were seen,
The shadows of those who were hung there with care,
They seemed to grow solid and really be there.

They gathered and walked through the streets of my town,
When I saw them coming, I cast myself down;
But the scariest thing was, all these deceased,
They looked just like dressed for a Halloween feast.

Then, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a wain which was pulled by some animals queer,
And a broad-hatted fellow who drove with such vim,
I knew in a moment it must be Old Grim.

More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and call'd them by name:
"Now, Sleipnir! Now, Loki! Now run, Hildisvin!

"Run, Gullinbursti, it is Halloween!
"To the top of the World! To the top of the Tree!
"Now dash away! Dash away! Onward with ye!"

As valk'ries before the wild battle will fly,
When they've picked up a dead guy, they soar to the sky,
So up to the Tree-top the coursers they flew,
With Grim in the wain, and some other folks too.

With dire foreboding, I heard rustling moves,
The clatter and gallop of thundering hooves;
As I peeked from my bush and was turning around,
Down on the Tree trunk came Grim with a bound:

His eye - how it glittered! His cloak was deep blue,
He jumped from the wain without further ado;
In the smoke that rose from the pipe that he held,
Pale figures were forming, and seethed and dispelled.

He was hollow and gaunt, as dark as an alf,
And I quaked when I saw him in spite of myself;
A glint of his eye and a twist of his head
Soon gave me to know I had reason to dread.

He looked around, and he brandished his spear,
And an odd looking crowd stepped from the wain's rear:
A vamp with a necklace, a judge with one hand,
A redhead, a sailor with feet full of sand,

A talking wise guy who was just a head,
A man who looked blind and his bro' who looked dead,
A woman in white who walked like a queen,
And a guy with the biggest pumpkin you've seen.

They did not tarry, but set to their work,
And gathered the ghosts from the gallows who lurked,
They fetched and they beckoned them into the wain,
And when it was full, they too boarded again.

Grim took the reins, and he gave me a wink,
And I dared to hope while in fear I'd still shrink;
And giving a nod, up the Tree trunk he went,
The shadowy people behind him all pent,

And away they all flew, as fast a crow
And left me dazedly standing below,

But I heard him exclaim, as he drove out of sight:
"Y'all have a Happy Ancestors' Night!"

~ Michaela Macha


In cold earth and lightless
In the silent chthonic span
I am a memory, awaiting
In repose are my deeds
My thoughts and feelings
Till a voice beckons
From the light it calls
In an infants tongue of cries
I speed out bringing luck
It is my time to return
To merge and feel fires again
Day dawns as I join my kin
In the glow of mother at the hearth

~ Rob Crocker

New Year's Greeting

I hope the year that passed was good to you,
And if times could be better, they will be;
That you may reap the harvest that is due,
Of doors still locked that you may turn the key.

I wish that you find time to play and rest,
And to see beauty in the little things,
That you enjoy whatever you like best,
And tackle bravely what the future brings.

What warp the Norns have spun, no man can say,
But it's the weft we firmly hold in hand;
We weave the pattern each and every day,
The faith we follow is its golden strand.

Reader, for you and those that you hold dear,

The Aesir's blessing for the coming year!

~ Michaela Macha

Apple of my Eye

Apple of my eye.
Arrow in the night.

Arrow from my quiver.

Star in my sky.

Second of seven in sight.

Little fish swim down ancestral river.

The Ladies whisper
From that Weird Well,
"Wake the Gods, raise the banner."

Follow your sister,

Like Fetch in human shell.

Learn the sign of Red-Beard's Hammer.
Let it grow

Like our tree
Slowly and with patience.
Few will know

What you see,
Arrow of the Ancients.

~ Izak Sample

The mood is one of conserving resources against the scarcities of the coming cold season. This is a time of the year when the animals which could not be fed through the winter are killed and preserved. Usually at least one such animal was the subject of sacrifice with the kin, eating the held meat during the feast.  Libations of ale, milk or mead are traditionally poured onto the Earth as an offering.  Apples may be offered to the fallen ancestors.  Hay may be left out for Odin’s horse Sleipnir.  Odin’s mighty steed thus marks the kindred home as one of welcoming.

To the ancient Germanic people, death was never far away and it was viewed as a natural and necessary part of life.  Starting on this night, the great divisions between the worlds was somewhat diminished, which can allow the forces of chaos to invade the realms of order, the material world conjoining with the world of the dead.  At this time began the Wild Hunt in which the restless spirits of the dead walked amongst the living.  The dead could return to the places where they had lived and food was provided in their honor. 

Saturday, October 22, 2016


Buri is the God formed by the cow Audumla licking the ice that collected within Ginnungagap.  He had neither father nor mother.  But he is the father of Bor, and thus the Grandfather of Odin, Ve, and Vili.  Buri is the progenitor of all the Race of Gods.  He was formed out of the solidification of primal matter, potential, and energy.

Before there was soil, sky or any green thing, there was the gaping abyss of Ginnungagap.  This chaos of perfect silence and darkness lay between the homeland of elemental fire, Muspelheim, and the home of elemental ice water, Niflheim.

Frost from Niflheim and billowing flames from Muspelheim crept toward each other until they met in Ginnungagap.  Amid the hissing and sputtering, the fire melted the ice, and the drops formed themselves into Ymir, the first of the Godlike giants.  Ymir was a hermaphrodite and could reproduce asexually; when he sweated, more giants were born.

As the frost continued to melt, a cow, Audhumbla, emerged from it.  She nourished Ymir with her milk, and she, in turn, was nourished by licking the salty ice.  Her licks slowly uncovered Buri, the first of the Aesir tribe of Gods.  He was fair of feature, high and mighty.  He begets a son called Bor.  Bor had three sons who were Gods: Odin, Vili, and Ve.

And this is just a snippet of what can be found in, 'Who Are Your Divine Friends?'.



Pronunciation: 'Boor-ee'

Rulership: Ancients



Swords, stones and bones,
Coins, cloaks and combs,
Potshards and pollen
Are all we have left
Of our forefathers.

The songs that they sang,
The tales that they told
Are heard in no hall.

Writings that were wrought
By the foes that they fought
Tell a false tale.

Brooches in bogs
Tell us the truth.

Swords, stones and bones,
Coins, cloaks and combs,
Potshards and pollen
Are all we have left
Of our forefathers.

~ Vivian


Hail, O my ancestors!

Hail, O my ancestors!
Hail, O my gods!
Hearken ye spirits of hearth, field, and farm.
Come to my calling,
Come to my side,
Gaze on the wonders together we’ve wrought.

Kyra the golden, with Sif’s own bright hair
Voice raised in song, sweet and strong as fine mead.
Caitlyn the laughing, a storm with a smile
Dance with the grace of a Swan-may in flight.
Alyssa my Spark, with her heart on her sleeve
She’s a fountain of care, for whomever in need.

Come bold Aesir, test the strength of their will;
true to their kin, to their friends, to their word.
Come bright Vanir, test the truth of their love,
stewards to the land that gave them their birth.
Call all the Alfar, the Disir, the fey
Come join the dance, hear the song, feel the love.

Hail O my ancestors,
Hail, O my gods
Take of the cup that is raised to your health
Come round the hearth fire
Walk at our sides
In the love of the children, be ever alive.

~ John T Mainer



My dearest Elders, I thank ye for the gift,
For your blessed presence in my heart.
May between us there never be a rift.

And may our troth wax so strong we ne'er part.
Ye fill my soul like warm summer rain
As I see lightning sent by Thor in goat-pulled cart.

And Freyr has charmed the growing grain
While Matronae this land do walk
And the youngling pig for feast is slain.

I lift a horn and make solemn vow
To you who are so much more than men,
And ponder on Audhumla, the sacred cow.

~ Crowfuzz


In Honor Of Our Ancestors

I thank them for the love they shared,
I praise them for the children they raised,
And honor them for the generations they multiplied.

I thank them for the fields they plowed,
I praise them for the crops they planted,
And honor them for the food they reaped.

I thank our explorers who discovered new lands,
I praise those who started new settlements,
And honor those who created our countries.

I thank those who defended our kingdoms,
I praise them for the wars that they fought,
And honor those who died well in battle.

I thank those who braved cold winds, and deep snow,
I praise those who were stronger than the plague,
And honor those who struggled through famine.

I thank them for our wonderful culture,
I praise those who kept our religion alive,
And honor our ancestors for the heritage they passed down.

My life, our lives, are a living testament to all that they were.
We are the living monument that stands before the Gods,
And honors the memories of those who came before us.

~ Glenn Bergen


He can be appealed to for ancestors and ancient energy.  His friendship can be honored by helping elders in the family and community.  There were some uncertainties if Buri was a God or a Giant, so work with his energy at your own caution.  And there is no further information on him after the creation of the World.  Buri is mentioned nowhere in the Poetic Edda and only once in the Skaldic Corpus.