Hekate Ritual Bundles

Some believe that fetishes and medicine bundles belong to Shamanism or Vodou and Hoodoo alone, but Witchcraft and fetishism have long been mixed bedfellows. We need only to look at all the artefacts and charms in the Boscastle Witchcraft Museum to see this is so.  A fetish can be anything from a simple bird foot or skull to a more elaborately crafted doll, pouch, or bottle. It is any object believed to have its own spirit we can communicate with […]


Of Serpents, Eggs, and Spiral Dances

My friends arrived from all over the Lower Mainland (witches, heathens, mystics, thelemites, hermetics, shamans…) for my Imbolc ritual Sunday afternoon. I’d decorated the hall, with its view of the forest, by setting up an altar for Brighid and the Cailleach strewn with evergreen branches and budding Indian Plum from the woods flanked at each side by wolf and bear hides. Brighid had a bottle of spring water and the Cailleach a bottle of melted snow. Brighid’s had bull and […]


Whiskey for An Cailleach

I woke up early this morning and the Poisoner had made me tea. “Don’t look outside,” he said. So of course I did. The first snow of the season in this old town. Thick, heavy, fluffy snow, driven hard by a fierce wind, falls from the sky; contrasted against the ancient holly tree bearing its bloody fruits. The Cailleach has arrived, shaking her apron. Groggy with sleep, my first instinct was to light the candle in the kitchen window and pour her […]

Pilgrimage to Uncivilization

Pilgrimage to Uncivilization

Me and Little Red met Jan and Seb at The Gathering this spring and were lucky enough to hang out with them again at Freyfest in August. Much mischief and mead was involved (they seem to follow in my wake…).  Since then Little Red (aka the hot Asian schoolteacher in our local pagan community) got married to her love and Jan and Seb got engaged. Jan is a survival-skill/outdoors type with James Dean’s hair and looks, dressing all in black, […]

Full Harvest Moon in the Mountains

Full Harvest Moon in the Mountains

Jarnsmior, his wife the Gypsy-Seer, the Poisoner and I all hopped in the car and headed two hours North into the mountains where hippies, hunters, and ornery old farmers dwell to visit Huntress and Thicket for the weekend.  On the Saturday night we had our second mountain mead party sampling each other’s home brews and almond and cherry meads from the Czech Republic. Each mead was delicious; one like champagne, another like brandy, and one tasting sticky-sweet with red currants. […]