Mama didn't raise a princess. She trained a Witch.

Follows/interacts from @sovaghoul. Wicca and Sorgae info. See also @essence-of-wicca. Bio in pinned post.

[sova-witch]

🕯🔮Sova, Witch🔮🕯

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TL;DR - Gard Wiccan. Over 40. Follows/likes from @sovaghoul. Owner/author of @essence-of-wicca and @sova-tarot. Also involved in Sorgae, a different form of Religious Witchcraft.

TERFS, SWERFS, RADFEMS, QUEERPHOBES, RACISTS, AND ALL OTHER BIGOTS ARE NOT WELCOME IN MY WITCHCRAFT.

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~About Me~

🔮 I am an Initiated Wiccan (2nd Degree Gardnerian), and an hereditary Witch. I was taught Wicca from a young age (mid-1980s) by my parents, and actively pursued Initiation beginning at about 16 (I’m now over 40). As such, honestly, I haven’t read extensively on Wicca, as I already had what I considered to be more than the basics. However, I do have a few recommendations that I will be sharing. For general info about Wicca written by me, please see @essence-of-wicca .

🔮 I also have a hand in developing another form of Religious Witchcraft, called Sorgae. It has grown out of strict adherence to Traditional Gardnerian Wicca, but is decidedly Not That. It is my plan to share about that path on this blog as well.

🔮 Many of the initial posts here will be reblogs from my main blog, @sovaghoul , including my Wicca 101 series and the first few Sorgae-related posts I made there. But to begin, here's a bit more about me and my personal spirituality:

🔮 I have spiritual ties to several animals/species and their spiritual influences. To use a non-appropriative term, I am Other-Hearted to them. They are Barn Owl, Corvids, Lion, Cervids, Porcines, Scorpion, and Unicorn.

🔮 Specific Goddesses have made Themselves known to be my patron/tutelary Deities; in specific, The Morrigan and Blodeuwedd. I feel a draw to Freyja and Nicnevin as well.

🔮 In Sorgae 'Craft, practitioners are often assigned Directions by the Gods. This has happened to me, and my Directions are West, Northwest, and North, that arch of the Circle. The relevant influences for me are then:

Emotion. Daring. Autumn. Death. Endings. Creativity. Inspiration. Water. The Muse and the Dread Horned Lord.

The physical acts of Magick. Creating form from function. The Crossroads. Mystery. Clay. The Witch and the Manifestation.

Silence. Communion with the Divine. Completion. Justice. Gateway to understanding. Past and present, day and night; the still point between. Winter. Earth. The Mother Bear Priestess and the Guardian at the Gateway.

I have also been asked to keep the Light-Bringer in the Southeast close to my heart. If I were to stand in my arch and face inwards, I would be looking towards Him.

~Frequent Tags~

#wicca - Posts pertaining to Wicca in specific

#sorgae - Posts pertaining to Sorgae 'Craft

#personal - Posts about my personal spirituality

Discussion Topics Masterlist

Header image cropped from Three of Air from the Dreams of Gaia Tarot by Ravynne Phelan

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horned god

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Venus of Laussel, found in Marquay, Dordogne, France, c. 23,000 BCE. Low relief on limestone block, height 18⅛ ". Museum of Aquitaine, Bordeaux, France.

[sova-witch]

My informal bedside shrine got a bit of an upgrade, with these new items ⬇️

[sova-witch]

For that ask game you reblogged a while back: 🕊️ What animals and land features do you most often use in your practice and how?

You have the honor of being the first ask of that game I have received lol rip

I wouldn't say I utilize those things in my practice, mostly because I am starting from Traditional Wicca, and using that foundation to impart things to my husband ( @antlerwayss ), similar to a training group. That is to say, I stick as close to Gardnerian Wicca as I can without violating my Oaths.

That being said, there are several animals that hold spiritual significance to me:

Barn owls

Corvids

Lions

Porcines

Scorpions

Cervids

And if mythical creatures count, Unicorns

My (self dx'd) Autistic ass is panicking about "land features" bc what does that even include?? However I live in the Rocky Mountains and am awed by them. I love the sound of the wind in the trees up at my parents' property. Aspen trees in the fall are some of the most beautiful I've ever seen. I still get excited seeing mule deer in town almost every day. The goat and cow pastures I drive by just as often never fail to make me smile. My parents' trail cams capturing deer, mountain lions, foxes, rabbits, wild turkeys, and recently a bear, is always thrilling to me (oops I slipped back into animals).

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[sova-witch]

Had somewhat of a realization. One reason that people may think Wicca is queerphobic is that other religions are prescriptive about how adherents live their lives. The way Wicca presents and interacts with its Gods is not meant to be a model for how Wiccans should interact with their partners. This is another area where some folks need to deconstruct.

[sova-witch]

Discussion Topics Masterlist

Being a Witch

Ethics

Broom Closet

Divination

Magick/Healing

Energy

Trancework

Quarters

Deity

Interconnectedness

[sova-tarot]

Well, I have failed spectacularly at daily pulls, it's been months. But I am still able and willing to do readings/pulls for individuals. Please refer to my pinned post for available decks and such, if you're interested.

[sova-witch]

This is the last discussion topic I picked from the longer list. I'll put together a masterlist at some point soon.

Interconnectedness in the Craft, in the World 

What is interconnectedness?

What is your opinion of the statement, ‘All things are One'?

Is recognizing interconnectedness important? If so, why? If not, why not?

Is interconnectedness different in the everyday world than in the Craft? If so, why? If not, why not?

[sova-witch]

Art from the band Heilung, for their song Othan and apparently also a self portrait of a member named Kai. Variant under the cut ⬇️

From what I found, the label runes here say O-T-H-A-N, in Anglo-Saxon Futhorc (as opposed to either Younger or Elder Norse Futhark), which as was stated is the name of the song in question, and may refer to Oðin. The runes on the arms seem to say "hail leaf/leaves," perhaps transliterated from German. The link goes to a reddit thread with some more information/speculation, with more also in this thread and this one.

Overall this is a fascinating blending of Cernunnos and Baphomet, with added Norse elements.

[vaeneria]

𝐻𝐴𝑃𝑃𝑌 𝐵𝐸𝐿𝑇𝐴𝐴𝐴𝑁𝐸/𝑊𝐴𝐿𝑃𝑈𝑅𝐺𝐼𝑆𝑁𝐴𝐶𝐻𝑇!!!~ (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)

art by lavestalu

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[sovaghoul]

I wrote this many years ago, prose to convey the Beltane myth. It's sensual and erotic but not explicit, implied het!sex. Please enjoy.

💝 Joyous Beltane 💝

The Maid waited anxiously in the Grove, knowing soon that Her Love would emerge from the trees. Although She knew exactly what was to happen this night, She was no less excited. To be reunited with the Lord She loves above all others after His death in the Fall, the cold lonely Winter, and the teasings of Spring, this first day of Summer was remarkable indeed.

When She at last heard the approaching footsteps, She dropped Her shift to the ground, Her pale skin radiant in the rising Moonlight. The Magick of the Full Moon sparked, sizzled, and cracked around Her as Her Love drew ever closer. Finally, after seemingly endless moments, a form silhouetted against the setting Sun at the edge of the trees.

Her breath caught as He stepped forward, His beauty far greater than She remembered (as seemingly happened every year). She took in His defined, lean muscles, the grace in His stride, the passion in His eyes. The ends of His dark tousled hair barely brushed the ruddy flesh of His shoulders, His budding antlers peeking through the mass above His forehead. His desire for Her was obvious as He continued His advance, and the Maid let loose a peal of joyous, inviting laughter.

Seeing Her, the young buck of a God broke into a run, His hunger now barely contained. Her silken hair fell in delicate waves to the middle of Her back, a fawn-colored waterfall from the crown of Her head. Her eyes glowed at Him even from a distance, and the rapid rise and fall of Her bosom only excited Him all the more. Within moments He was in arms’ reach of the Maid, and His hands nearly itched with the anticipation of caressing the soft, supple curves of Her body. A flittering déjà vu flickered in His mind, a faint memory of another tryst not unlike this one. He shook it from His thoughts though as He stopped, leaving little more than a hair’s breadth between Him and His Love.

His panting breath was warm and bore the lush scent of the woods as it met the Maid’s face, His eyes flashing and His heart pounding from more than just the sprint. She remembered His face, of course, even though the last time She saw Him as Her Consort, He had been old and weathered. She knew that only His Divine Soul remembered Her, not His young conscious mind; He always lost His powers of recollection on His yearly sacred journey to the Underworld. She, however, is eternal, and so while Her age cycles as well, She never leaves as He does. The Dark of the Moon obscures Her face, and the Winter months take their toll, but She still remains. It didn’t matter though that the memory was gone from His mind, He still knew and understood His destiny, and tonight would be the first of many milestones as this Once and Future King traversed His path in this incarnation.

For a moment, both were still, each drinking in the naked form of the other. She drew Her breath, He licked His lips. She smiled, and He spoke;

“My Lady, will You come dance with Us?” His deep, gentle voice carried all the raw power and promise of fulfillment proven by years past, stretching back to the beginning of time. It shot sensuous lightning bolts through the Maid’s thighs, as this hallowed ritual exchange did each year.

“With joy, My Lord,” She answered, Her words chiming like silver bells, Her breath sweet and cool as honeyed wine. The God smiled, showing His white teeth, and grasped the Maid at Her waist, lifting Her and spinning about. He laughed full in His throat, a sound like the harmonious choir of the forest creatures. When He set Her on the ground again, She still smiled, and He held Her close to Him, His lust evident against Her bare hip.

Her eyes, bright with seduction, gazed up at Him through Her lashes, and She whispered, “My Lord, will You come love with Us?”

His blood boiling and His need spilling over, the God growled His answer, “With joy, My Lady.”

Before the final word left His lips, They had tumbled, limbs entangled, to the soft grass of the meadow.

[sova-witch]

reblog from main

[sova-witch]

❤️‍🔥Joyous Beltane❤️‍🔥

[sova-witch]

Happy Hexennacht/Walpurgisnacht. This is quite a long poem, but also very appropriate.

[sova-witch]

This discussion portion may not resonate with everyone, as not all are theistic.

Personal Views of Deity

What is your conception of Deity?

How do you view your relationship with Deity? 

Does Deity have differing aspects? If so, what are they, and how are they different? Are there differences in your interaction or relationship with such differing aspects?