It’s out today, my lovely book, the third of the Tales of the End Times series: The Way to Witch Farm.
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Today is Samhain, the Witches New Year, and a full moon besides that. My coven and I will scry tonight, looking forward to a future that may yet be bright. In honor of the holiday, here’s a Samhain excerpt from the book.
“Now we will make offerings to Hekate, Dea, and the ancestors, asking for their help.”
The line started forward. Along the altar, the attendees moved from one incense burner to the next. Hekate received a blend containing mint and aconite, Dea patchouli with rose, the spirits mugwort and sandalwood.
After offering, at the far end of the black-draped altar, Joanie stood a moment in the combined smoke. It went into her and through her, part lifting, part madness. Behind her, Pete stroked her shoulder.
“I think I’m getting the hang of this,” he said. “I’m glad I came.”
At the far side of the altar, Nora as priestess of Dea had donned an antlered crown. “Follow me in silence.”
They took a path lit by luminaria into the small woods, cedars interspersed with fir and alder. Wet leaf mast lay under their feet. The line shuffled slowly till they reached the small cedar-shake cabin, door engraved with an ivy-twined pentacle. …
Hannah led them through a grounding and centering, connecting themselves as a tree to the center of the earth, and centering themselves behind and below their navels. Next she led them to connect upward to their chosen star. Then she had them draw in energy and balance between earth and sky.
“Now relax still deeper and follow me to the realm of Hekate World Soul, the better to connect with the deity that is you. Imagine yourself like the World-Tree, and draw up the deep energy of the earth and down the celestial energy of the sky. With each sustaining and releasing cycle, as I count to ten, let yourself fall deeper into trance.”
Joanie gave herself to the meditation, letting it take her.
“At the top of the celestial tree is the realm of the World Soul, translucent, edged in blue flames, a layer separating the mortal world from the realm of the everliving. Miraculously, a portal opens, and you step through to the undying realm. You feel yourself grow and change, becoming your true self, the self who is a deity. Become your god-self.”
Behind her shut eyelids, Joanie grew into a being of divine nature and inestimable energy. In her arms, Pete let out a gasp and stiffened. But that was far away.
“A celestial mirror appears to show you what you look like.”
She saw herself edged in green-white light, emanating power. The tips of her hair stirred like the tails of snakes, emerald green.