I seem to be exploring tangents and going nowhere — interesting digressions but nothing to root me into a deeper awareness.
The Dark Moon in Aquarius is approaching, together with a solar eclipse. I’m planning a ritual with smoke and fire, using pentangles on the alter set out under the night sky in the garden. I hope the incense doesn’t bring the neighbours over in hope of designer drugs — just joking, my neighbours are very sedate. I am placing deep purple panicles of ‘Black Knight’ buddleia on the altar and lighting a fire with applewood, looking to burn branches of rosemary. Anointing myself with Aloe vera salve from the garden. I might bake some honey and ginger cakes to offer with the libation. And the chanting will be to do with the veiled Dark Lady. She might leave me a few cakes to munch on afterwards.
As I worked in the garden early this morninng, I thought about Jane Rebecca Yorke, the last woman in Britain to be punished as a witch. She was fined a few pounds in September 1944 for telling fortunes with the aid of her Zulu spirit guide. Since Yorke was an elderly woman, she was not sent to prison. Winston Churchill, the sometime Druid, did not attempt to intervene as he had done with Helen Duncan, the Scottish medium sent to Holloway for nine months early in 1944 for fear she might reveal details of the D-Day landings. O Hellish Nell, we could do with more like you!
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