#witch sabbath

[akkifuar]

Ламмас (Лугнасад) — златотканый праздник Колеса Года, когда лето, склоняясь к закату, дарит земле свои щедрые дары. Тяжёлые колосья, налитые солнцем, превращаются в душистый хлеб, продолжая древний круг жизни. Ламмас напоминает нам о мудрости природных циклов: всё созревает, всё должно быть собрано, и за изобилием последует увядание.

[k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9]

‘The Golden City’ (1963) art by Johfra Bosschart

[cldraws]

GLAD PÅSK!

On Skärtorsdagen (the Thursday before easter) all Påskkärringar (Easter Hags) take their brooms and fly to Blåkulla to celebrate the Witch Sabbath with the Devil and dance the night away! A classic Swedish tradition celebrated by dressing up as Påskkärringar and go around the neighborhood and ask for candy (kinda like trick-or-treat).

To celebrate this Skärtorsdag I dressed up Carrot as an Påskkärring for the @carrotartcollab

[moonmausoleum]

The Witch Caves of Zugarramurdi

During one of the biggest witch trials in Spain, there was one place that was thought to be more filled with witchcraft than others. In the so-called Witch Caves of Zugarramurdi in the Basque country, it was said that witches gathered for sabbaths.

During one of the biggest witch trials in Spain, there was one place that was thought to be more filled with witchcraft than others. In the so-called Witch Caves of Zugarramurdi in the Basque country, it was said that witches gathered for sabbaths and akellares. The witch hunt hit Europe hard, and Spain was no different. The Inquisition in Spain was brutal and perhaps one of the darkest chapters…

The Witch Caves of Zugarramurdi

[manicmadhouse]

Night on Bald Mountain is essential to celebrate all things Halloween

[joe-myosotis]

Fae hangout

[lailoken]

“And 'tis an art well known to Wizards old

And wily Hags, who for fear and slave

Of the coarse halter, do themselves withhold

From bodily assisting their right game

Wherefore their carcasses do home retain

But with their souls at these bad feasts they are

And see their friends and call them by their name

And dance about the Goat and sing, har, har,

And kiss the Devil's breech, and taste his deadly cheer.”

—

Sabbatic Flight as described by philosopher and poet Henry More in 1647.

[notyourmothersspellbook]

Fly by Night

It’s rough even for witches during quarantine so I apologize to anyone who has sent in asks that have gone unanswered. I’m not completely disappeared yet, however, so I wanted to take a moment to wish you all a thrilling Walpurgisnacht and a transformative May Day or Beltane. Tonight, if you’re able, I hope that you’ll take the opportunity to fly out of your body, to commune with others (astrally, virtually), to work the deep transformative magic that you’ve been saving your energy and time for. Tomorrow, I hope that the skies are clear and the grass is vibrant and alive underfoot. Given the unstable nature of our futures right now, I assume that many of you (like me) have been avoiding looking to the future, making plans, setting goals, hoping for more. But for this sabbath, I hope that you are able to do a bit of forward looking. I hope that you set works into motion that will come to a glorious fruition. I hope that you set changes working, that you honor your ancestors and dead, your spirits and gods, that you use time to grieve and mourn the life you knew, but that, ultimately, you fix your eyes forward.