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Holidays are not my thing. If you come to my house, you won’t see cute fall leaves (unless they are on the ground) or other holiday decorations. It has never been my thing. It seems like a lot of effort for little meaning or return.
Halloween has a lot of mischief, candy, horror movies, and bad images for witches. Even as a child I didn’t like this holiday. As an adult and a Pagan, I’ve found other ways to honor the season....
(excerpted from my book, Visions of Vanaheim)
At the end of October is Rasthuas Mahareyan (RAHS-thoo-ahs mah-hah-RAY-ahn), which is Eshnesk (the language of the Eshnahai, the name the Vanir call themselves [via corroborated gnosis]) for the Lights of Remembrance....
A note: I use Goddess/Goddesses as gender neutral terms.
And even God Herself/Has fewer plans than me
But She never helps me out with my scams for free,/ though She grabs a stick and then She points it at me/ When I say nothing, I say everything/ Yeah when I say nothing, I say everything. - Lazaretto, Jack White
Merry meet, fellow Witches and Pagans!
As you might imagine we've had a ton of content here on PaganSquare over the last month about Halloween—or Samhain as most of us prefer to call it ;)—as well the cycle of life and death, the gods of death, and dealing with our ancestors. Given how much of it there is, we figured it might be a hassle to try and locate it all so we've gathered all of it (plus a little extra stuff we found scouring the web) and bunched them into a collection of links here for you to browse at your leisure.
Beneath a sky grown newly vast, where geese call, winged witches, the trees are stripped and naked; their squirrels wear blue vair.
Branches above, branches below. The Antlered also wears his winter blue, his bull-neck engorged with pounding maleness. He quivers, eager to rut his does and witches.
A golden carpet is laid for us, flecked with browns and russets. The cider is poured, the table spread with all the wealth of Summer. The fire is laid and ready to light; the skeleton band tunes up.