My goodness Im going to the midnight showing of the hungergames with my sister and I am so excited ! I hope everyone has an awesome day and if anyone else is going in the IE let me know
The wand is believed to be a magickal rod used by sorcerers and witches when performing magick and witch craft. Witches and sorcerers used these magical wands by pointing them where they wanted to direct their magic. The use of wands in witch craft dates back to the fifteenth century. In the past, witches could use their wands and witch craft to perform many types of magick. For example, some witches were able to point their wand at an animal, and with the powers of witch craft they could take away the animals power of movement so that they could capture it. Wands were also used for healing, for this reason doctors would carry walking sticks as a symbol of their profession.
Wands used to perform witch craft were of different sizes and shapes, and were made by different materials depending on what they were used for. For example, some wands were made of cypress wood, which is connected to death. One reason why a witch would use a wand of cypress would be to wake the spirit of someone’s who committed suicide. To do this the witch would touch the corpse nine times, and then the ghost would manifest itself and would be required to answer any questions which are demanded. Wands could also be made of hazel and willow for other uses. Sometimes very strict rules would also be in place for the types of wands to be used in certain rituals. For example, some rituals had to be performed over a new wand that included the saying of prayers and reciting the names of power in order to ensure its power was awakened.
I personaly have a very deep connection with my wand and believe that it is not only a wooden rod to transfer your magical will but an extention of your magic. A friend when needed, and above all an assistant in magic. I believe in being kind to your wand, cherishing it as you would a friend, trusting it, and encouraging it. To me a wand isn’t an object used in ritual by witches, it is a witches companion and assistant as well as a representation of his or her magic.
How did you find your wand? What is your connection with it (if any)? Do you disagree? Comment ^.^
I am a latina and though in my family we are not accustomed to celebrating this holiday as greatly as others, I decided to go all out this year. I went to the Dia de los muertos Festival in riverside and it was amazing !! Ive never felt so close to that side of my culture and am now volunteering for the next event in Fontana Ca. Day of the dead is a beautiful cultural enlightening experience that brings a ray of light on subject of death I hope you all find the time to enjoy the beautiful day of the dead events in your communities!
Here are some photos of the festival!
I hope everyone’s Halloween was amazing, my certainly was:) What was your costume? What did u do? What are your plans for next year ??
My Costume: Shadow Hunter
First off I feel horrible for not posting in so long !!!! Im a terrible blogger I know! But I cannot even attempt to explain how insanely busy I’ve been! School is hectic, social life is pretty much non existent and don’t even get me started on the ever tragic love life! I haven’t had time to do any rituals, the most I get now a days is a small chant :O I worry for my sanity! Balancing school, work, and a social life seems impossible! Im going to start getting more organized and I was thinking about starting to post videos ?? Vlog a bit, give it a try, what do ya think? Ill start taking time to do the things I enjoy, one of them being blogging! Hope things get better!
its hard to keep up with the flux
rivers wrapped around ankles made shackles from crushing anxiety
who are we if not the person we wish to be
we are merely our own doppelganger
but even reflections cant hide the truth
the hidden bruised
tainted aura that fights itself
cracks compressed with deadly pressure at war to stay part of the very mirror that traps us
but who are we
if not this façade
this charade of games
a clown from our insecurities
who are we if not the lies that prison us
who are we if not the ones who cage ourselves in this prison of ice
arms of false comfort wrapped around us like a blanket
safety is the greatest crime
blasphemy if I ever saw such a thing
an anarchy of mirrors
mirrors that are so far deep in our souls we couldn’t uncover ourselves if we shattered them
the deadliest of all sins
the most restricting force on the planet ?