Basics of Smudging

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Smudging is nothing more than burning herbs, flowers or grasses to cleanse and sanctify a space. I was taught to do this from an early age and have been fortunate enough to witness Medicine Men of the Navajo and Cherokee Nations do the same.

The premise behind smudging is simple: energy is supposed to move. It is supposed to circulate and transfer. When energy becomes stagnant, it can become unhealthy. Everything in Creation has an energy field about it; a vibration, a type of awareness. People, animals, Spirits, plants, water, air, even stones all have energy fields and inherent vibrations in their physiological makeup. The purpose of smudging is to cleanse an area from stagnant, unhealthy, unfruitful and unjoyous energy remnants.

Have you ever walked into someone’s house or office where there had just been a disagreement of some sort? You can feel  the tension in the air. The energy has become unhealthy and detrimental. The focus and balance have been lost. Smudging helps to ‘re-balance’ an environment and all those that dwell within that environment.

The sick and the elderly can also benefit from a smudging.  I have performed healing smudge sessions on the ill to help move the negative energy out and away from them. Even animals can benefit from this practice. My dad used to burn Sage in our chicken coops and barns to cleanse and purify the air and to sanctify the living environment of the animals in our care.

I use White Sage or Mesquite for my cleansing.  Some use Lavender, some use a mixture of many herbs, flowers or grasses. For me, I like the strength and potency of one herb to permeate my environment. Sage is the most traditional in my path and I feel most familiar with its Spirit for cleansing purposes.

A smudge stick is nothing more than the selected herbs rolled together to form a cylinder and typically wrapped with a coloured cord or thread. You can align the colour of the thread with your smudging purposes as well. For example, green to bring prosperity, red or pink to ignite passion or to ‘warm’ up your surroundings and relationships.

While the most common technique of smudging involves sticks, I have seen others merely ignite the herbs in an incense burner. This is also highly beneficial and effective. The purpose of the stick is to allow you to ‘wave’ the herbs and make more smoke, but I have seen incense burners perform the same task just as well. Use whatever method you prefer and feels most comfortable to you.

Once you have your selected herbs, you light them and walk slowly and thoughtfully around the space. I usually say a prayer of cleansing as follows:

‘Great Mother, cleanse this space, cleanse my heart.
All evil and discontent depart.
Only Your love and Your peace remains
Make my life pure and whole again’.

I walk around each room, each corner, each closet, uttering the prayer and waving the lighted smudge stick in the air. If you have carpet, please be careful as some embers can drop.  I have seen people use plates or trays under the sticks to keep any embers from touching the floor.

I try to smudge regularly, usually when the Sister is full. It brings me closer to the Great Ones and I feel pure and clean after. If you have had many visitors to your home or workplace, or have illness or depression, you may need to smudge more frequently. Your intuition will guide you.

After a smudging, you should feel a lightness in your environment; a purer, healthier feeling. Be sure to thank your Deities or Spirits for Their assistance.  Dress and light a candle in Their honour after your session. Be thankful for They are with you and your home, thanks to Them and the purifying presence of beautiful plant Spirits, is pure and healthy once more.

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Why I am not an Atheist

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There really is no true reason for a Pagan to believe in Deity. I mean, if one is persuaded by a staunch, fundamentalist monotheist, it is imperative that you believe, because if you do not, the future looks rather bleak for you; fire, brimstone, gnashing of teeth, burning with intense heat and breathing in smoke for all time.  I can see why the fear of being damned would make so many choose or even force themselves to believe in a religion or philosophy that they may find illogical or even downright unbelievable.

For a Pagan though, no such pressure exists. I have no fear of eternal damnation. I have no worries of being chained and tortured by the fallen ones. I do not  even have to live a ‘good life’. I can be nasty; I can be selfish, mean, stingy, greedy, and sexually immoral. I can be a liar, a fraud, a thief, a murderer and it matters not, for to be a Pagan means there is no hard and fast dictates of morality, behavior or conformity. In fact, the opposite is truer.  I have never seen such a bunch of free thinkers, individualists, self-expressionists and non-conformists as in Pagan or Heathen circles. I am honoured to be in their ranks.

So why would a Pagan with all these freedoms actually tie themselves down to the honour and worship of a Deity when they don’t have to?  Why go to all that trouble? Because, make no mistake, believing in a Goddess or God isn’t the lazy man’s way. I hold rituals to honour the Great Ones regularly. I make offerings, I create prayers and songs. I read of Them, I learn of Them, I meditate and dream of Them. They take up a lot of my time. Why do I do it?  The reason is because, I have no choice.  I cannot choose NOT to.  I am a natural born polytheist. I am a natural born religionist. I am a natural born believer in the realms of the Unseen.

I cannot choose to be an atheist. There is something either psychologically or physiologically within me that makes it impossible. I have tried in my earlier years to ‘not believe’. I have read many books on atheism and the resulting ‘scientific’ proof that reportedly shows that Divine intervention and guidance stems purely from my own overactive and emotional imagination. I have tried to put those beliefs and thought processes behind me.  But, I always fail because I know deep down in my heart and where my most private and intimate thoughts grow, that They are with me and that, as long as I take breath, They will always live in me.

Perhaps it is true that religion or belief in the Gods is unscientific, illogical or even irrational. That may be. I just know that for myself, I see Them, I hear Them. To deny what I know would be lying and would make me a fraud. I believe more strongly in that which is Unseen, in that which is illogical, in that which baffles and confuses and unhinges us much more strongly and deeply than in any statistic or scientific notation or hypothesis.  My body sings for the Unseen. My whole existence is one of thankfulness and the resultant overflow of gratitude and acknowledgement for the presence of the Gods and the Spirits in my life.

I can’t prove it. I can’t prove that the Gods exist. I can’t prove to a skeptic that I have heard Their voices or that I have seen Spirits of the Dead or that I walk between the Worlds, going back and forth like a commuter to work.  I have no proof. I don’t feel I have to. You are either called to this Path or you are not.  I believe one is born knowing. Teaching the Craft is impossible if the basic makeup of the person is one of doubt, and in only believing what one can see or touch with their physical eyes and hands. Just as I cannot be taught or persuaded to believe any differently, I believe the atheists  and agnostics among us cannot either. They cannot help how they are, any more than I can help how I am. It is set.

I may be insane. I may be the most irrational, confused and demented person on the Earth, but I know what I know.  I know what I believe and I know that at the end of it all, I have been true to my heart and to Them. And in this peace I go on, walking between the Worlds, proud to be Pagan, proud to be polytheistic and deeply religious, proud to be me.

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Bride of the Shadows

I am a Witch alone
Between the Worlds I stand
My heart bleeding for the Gods

Death and healing in my hand.

I need no man or lover
No mortal embrace is mine
My lust is for Another

His Essence as vintage Wine.

Only Others like I can see Him
Only Others like I can tell
He offers the Craft with one Hand

And with the Other, cups the keys of Hell.

I may be a Child of Damned
The Cursed, the Fallen, the Dead
But its truly onto Paths of Enlightenment

By the Darkness, I have been led.

I am a Bride of the Shadowed One
My wedding dress bloody and torn
And into His infernal Family

I am Forever Born.

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