Property of a Lady

Deborah Lipp goes on about Wicca, politics, movies, Paganism, and cats. Not necessarily in that order.

This year, I’ve been doing quite a bit of Samhain-related media appearances. (Not to mention the ritual tonight at the New Jersey Witches Ball benefit in Montclair—hope you’re coming!) One radio show in Toronto that orients towards the occult, spooky things, and UFOlogy mostly wanted to talk about spells and psychic self-defense, but another California radio show is focused on relationships, and asked a lot of question about a witch’s relationship to the sacred.

So I’m feeling acutely aware of this as the most holy day of the year.

The veil between the worlds is thin. If I were to walk in the forest, I might pass through the veil and into Fairie. I might bide for an afternoon and return to this world ten years later. These stories are usually told on Beltane, and stories of communion with the dead are told on Samhain, but it is the same veil.

Tonight I will commune with my beloved dead. What does it mean? It means love doesn’t end.

I miss my Nana. I miss her. Tonight I will be with her.

I miss my good friend Scott Cunningham. Tonight I will be with him.

I miss my beloved fiance John Shaffrey. We will be together tonight.

I miss my good cat Charlotte. She will join me tonight.

The world is full of death just as the world is full of life. Tonight, let us remember that they are not separate things. The Wheel of Rebirth binds us all.

Blessed be.

The woman in the cube across from me decorated for Halloween. She’s got all sorts of skeletons and stuff, it’s highly over-the-top. Which I approve of.

There are two ghosts. With wings.

Now the wings are confusing me. Surely ghosts can fly without wings? Casper could fly. He didn’t have wings.

Wingless

So, are these, like, clumsy ghosts? Or dead bats? What?

It rocked.