Showing posts with label Steven Posch. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Steven Posch. Show all posts

Monday, September 14, 2015

Call of the Horned God (song)



In July my coven (Prärie Hexen aka Praxen) attended Grand Sabbat in Wisconsin, hosted by Steven Posch. Covenmate Alana also covens with Steven, and she requested that she and I create a women's procession to bring Steven and the Horned God to ritual space to prepare Him for ritual later that evening.

Alana and I are both belly dancers, and were inspired by the North African Tuareg tribe's trance dance called the guedra. Our song is NOT a guedra, we were simply inspired by the cadence, call/response format and that it is a women's ritual. We created our own song and, hopefully tradition.

We women gathered around Steven, and processed with baskets of flowers, ritual preparations like paint, offerings and decorations to ritual space. A few women drummed and the rest of us clapped as I sang the call part, and the rest of the women sang the response.  The song is not intended to be like normal singing, but called loudly and with celebration. (we had to be heard over the sounds of walking and other sabbat campers so they knew the procession was happening!)

Steven asked us to record our song so he could share it and others could use it in sabbats around the world! We hope you enjoy. :)

Friday, August 7, 2015

A witch in her territory



Like all predators, a witch has a territory and patrols it regularly.
Gemma Gary

In his blog post here, Steven Posch reminds us that our Craft must be local if it is to be valuable to us. What power do we have as witches if we don't know where the sun rises in relation to us standing at our front door? What wildflowers might pop up in our back yard? (I know urban witches, you might never see wildflowers, but dandelions count! find your own local power!)

 He listed a number of excellent questions, which I saved to come back to eventually. Now I have and I admit, I had to look one thing up. (where the nearest spring is!)  So here are my answers. I have decided that I do not patrol my territory enough... it took me a long time to come up with some of my answers!


What is the Moon's current phase?     waning crescent
At this moment, in what direction is the Moon?         far east, to rise around midnight

From where you live:
Where on the horizon does the Sun rise on the shortest day? The longest?    southeast (from trees), east (just north of the road from my house)
Where on the horizon does the Sun set on the shortest day? The longest?     southwest (over the creek woods), west (over the trees that block sight of the road)
How many hours of light do you get on the shortest day? The longest?   a little over 9, a little over 15
Where is the nearest body of water?     out back, behind my backyard and the yard lot behind me is Blackhawk Creek, which empties into the Mississippi
Where is the nearest river? Why is it named as it is?  Mississippi from the native americans who called it "father of waters" also Misi Sipi "big river"
Where is the nearest spring?    Burlington IA, 1.5 hr drive
Where does your drinking water come from?   From the Mississippi, through a water treatment plant
Where is the nearest oak tree?   My neighbors one house over and behind
Where is the nearest fruit tree?    a volunteer mulberry on my fenceline
Where is the nearest holy place?    my yard.  next I'd hazard a guess that the closest to me is Sunderbruch park... everything west of me on my road is old agri properties, but the park is undeveloped woods with recently (starting in 2005) added trails for hiking, offroad bikes and horses.  I call it sacred because in a small city, to have that much undeveloped woods in-city intended for people to move around in without motor help is sacred... it gets people in the WILD. Also, this whole area was settled by native americans for thousands of years, and I'm sure is riddled with their sacred sites, lost to us now.

In your area:
What is the predominant type of rock?      limestone and other sedimentary rocks
What is the soil type?    fertile brown, with some clay
What are the three predominant native trees?    maple, oak, linden
What are the three largest raptors?    owls, redtail hawks, bald eagles in winter
What is the largest native feline?     bobcat
When do the deer rut? Give birth?     last half oct-december, May-august
What are the predominant winds?     north, northwest, west, south
From what direction does most of your weather come?    west, northwest
What are the three most important crops? When are they planted? Harvested?     corn (mid-april/early may, sept-nov depending on it's purpose), soy (around april 25 unless too wet, sep-nov), livestock (sorry this isn't a crop! but it's true)

Can you name:
Three local wildflowers that bloom at Bealtaine?     may apple, sweet william, wild ginger
Three local wildflowers that bloom at Midsummers?    Queen Anne's lace, wild clover, purple coneflower
Three local wildflowers that bloom at Samhain?        late goldenrod,  might still be Queen Anne's lace, blazingstars



Wednesday, July 29, 2015

Grand Sabbat 2015

our encampment altar

Grand Sabbat!

My spiritual bucket is not only full, but my PSG trauma is healed. I know it seems silly but there was so much build-up in preparing for PSG and to hang out with good friends there that when we were evacuated it just seemed a huge wound left on our hearts.

Grand Sabbat was amazing though. Weather was perfect, the site was amazingly beautiful, and everything seemed magical.

This event is hosted by Steven Posch and by invitation only (the site being small and limited in how many campers it can accomodate). It is not a festival, but a long weekend event that focuses on one ritual, the Grand Sabbat. The ritual harks back to traditional witchcraft lore and the ecstatic celebration of the Horned God.


Call: Blessings be with our ancestors!
Response: May it be so!

C: Mother of Witches, lady of the moon!
R: I adorn my King!

C: Lord of the Forests, King of the people!
R: Lord of Life and Death!

C: Life to the Horned God!
R: Life to us too!

C: Worthy of worship!
R: Worthy of praise!

C: He is rising!
R: He is coming!

C: Shin-ing!
R: Ri-sing!  

Lyrics for the Women's procession of the God, by myself and Alana.