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!
It’s a windy morning, Halloween weather, mixed overcast and rain, gusts pushing the clouds around. I love windy Octobers, especially nights, clouds blowing across the moon, the feeling that anything is possible, anything can step out of the shadows.
Spirits and ghosts visit this time of year. I do think the veil between this world and the otherworld is thin now. Ancestors hang in the eaves, eavesdropping. The Snoqualmie tribe, on whose land I live, also traditionally thought ancestors came back this time of year.
My name is Mary Trepanier, and I wrote The Queen of Heaven’s Daughter. It’s the first of a septet—seven books, in a series called Tales of the End Times.
Queen is the story of two crazy college kids who fall in love. One of them is a prostitute pursued by the goddess Inanna to become a sacred whore, and the other is an engineering student in way over his head. Joanie, my sacred whore–girl, also falls for Cleo, an initiate of Inanna. Behind the scenes is a genderfluid incubus-succubus, Puabi-Ekur, who loved Joanie in a past life and wants to help her. The djinn come in with their own agenda.