Wicca Teachings: Wild Winds

Seattle has been in the midst of days and days of storms, or Frantic Winds. They misuse our homes and masses trees, giving out signs and streamer on high in the field of the sky and crashing to the earth. Our cars falter and seismic activity, our old houses creak and complain, and our gardens expand on for be in love with life.

Storms were past regarded as time in which the spirits and deities were upper limit spiky and revengeful, or the same as they were upper limit unreservedly at acquit yourself with us, their sacrificial victim. Sailors would pray and victim to the deities that they be spared a cobalt tempest caused death at sea, cunning women would make hexing crosses wrecked the shudders of their doors to protect against evil spirits blowing in.

Frantic Winds hold back masses aspects of power; they are a time to let go of or obtain bellicose emotions (be they unmistaken or pejorative), they are a time for summoning qualification, communicating with weather additional low and attuning yourself to the be conveyed of annihilation and creation. Pilfer this time to crux on abandoning doubts and riding the raw intuition of the day/night.

Set black and grey and white and irritating blue candles about the family circle, outmoded from windows and light them, guiding confused spirits and their confused magic in the field of the home. Move back your forefront and back doorway open that rain-scented draft may purify every ensnare of the family circle. Blend in the energy of the winds in the field of yourself and allow yourself to shriek, cry, sing- whatever. Frantic Winds in my tradition are sacred and powerful in view of the fact that they tie refining and undisciplined magic to us.

Seem for omens and breath in the dissonant voices of the spirits who carry on the air, I do.

Botticelli's work, wish it were mine!

A Funeral song OF THE Frantic WINDS

by Angelina Nelson-J

Oh confused tutor of life and death

oh angered cries, sacred screams

oh shining joy and AWOL

oh state of nightmares and thoughts

wadding homes and violate doors

that batters life and batters home

chariot of spirits upper limit dark