Last night, we had our coven Samhain ritual. One of our members led; she made tea from hawthorn berries. Hawthorn is associated with both the big spirit-gates of the year, Samhain and Beltaine.
Another coven member made a couple of black mirrors for scrying. She got picture frames from Goodwill, cleaned the glass well, painted it on one side with black high-gloss paint, then put the frames back together. Voila!
The ritual leader warned us that hawthorn tea could be bitter, but I found it pleasant. I had hawthorn-infused honey to add. The tea calmed me, which is good—I’m stressed, anyone who’s paying attention to the world is stressed now. It put me in a good place for scrying.
The mirror I worked with was oval, like a pool. I felt as if I could dive in and come out another place, another time. For me, when scrying, I don’t expect to see visions clearly in the mirror or crystal ball. I get images in my mind, or phrases of information.
Last night, I got a lot of reassurance. We can make it through this bottleneck now, if we follow the bright line of our positive fate. We all have done this before. We have worn many faces. Those of us who are here now, are here for a reason.