I had an early celebration due to work schedules, however I didn’t think the timing lacked in any way. I got out of the house, saw a film (Horrible movie called Ouija), walked around the restless streets, and paused every so often to listen to the breezes. The air is certainly stirring. I started the day with pomegranates, tri-fried eggs, and toast with my Ancestors.
I offered them milk, spirits, apples, pomegranates, and tobacco (most of my recently departed loved ones smoked), as well as other treats I could remember they liked in their lives. I bedecked the table in white fragrant flowers for them, and looked over old photos and held old momentos. I did my best to remember them, their sayings and habits, and how their presence in my life shaped me into the person I stand as today.
I cut an apple ribbon in one slice as I chanted (Which, as I found… Takes talent! To those who can with one swoop, I tip my hat to you. I think I had luck on my side for mine.) and let the ribbon fall onto my counter to see what initials my ‘true love’ (if he even exists) would be. Well…
Started my wreath for the dark season, it’s in a bare-bones form for now, but as the season progresses I will be adding to it.
Finished another spirit house. I am not sure if you can see it, but I have been working with more insect spirits, as well as my wasp.
As night fell, I prepared my meal with the Midnight Bull, and His dear Lady. I cooked meats in red wine, poured wine into goblets I use in ritual meals, cleaned the table and swept the area. After anointing the candles and setting them, it was finally the right hour:
A glass for me, and a glass for Him and his Lady. I dined with my Ancestors and hosted my Guests in silence. I cleaned up in silence, and it wasn’t until the cream was left outside for the wandering souls that I spoke a word.
I cast the bones, I spread my cards. I had many questions, and I think I had pretty clear answers. I asked questions a few colleagues were wanting answers to, and I wrote them down. My house was filled with the fumigated smoke of lavender, wormwood, chamomile, yarrow flowers, and mugwort. Believe it or not, it smelled wonderful!
The fat and bones of the meat will be given traditionally, and afterwards I left a lamp lit while I slept to aid me in dreaming of my Ancestors.
As the All Hallows Eve dawns, I hope yours is full of divination, laughter, merry-making, spirit work, and a glimpse through the veil.
Glucklich Geist Jagd!