It's that spooky time of year again. Here on Vashon Island, the leaves are blazing, as the rain, wind and water shift colors and moods. Fall is my favorite season, and a major reason I live in this latitude. Watching the light go, and the seasons change is a big part of why I'm here on this planet. Dreaming is off the charts.
My birthday is around this time, as is my niece's; I tell her we have the fairy blood in the family. We have the sight.
She was born on Samhain (SOW-in) precisely. I was born at sunrise on the new moon, making me a triple Scorpio, with one foot in this world and the other in, well, the other. Very good for this work. I'm a liminal girl, circling the edges and bridging thresholds.
This turning of the year is celebrated multiculturally with harvest feasts combined with honoring the dead. We're heading into the dark days—unless you live in the Southern Hemisphere, where it's reversed. We want to survive them, are grateful for the harvest we've brought in to get us through, and pay homage to ancestors and loved ones departed, who've helped us live while they've gone ahead. Plus, we want to allay any spirits who may be out and about, looking for interplay. Sometimes disguises are a sort of test of our goodwill; shapeshifting seems more normal, as we all think of who or what we want to be for Halloween. Maybe this year I'll be a poem. Or a heron. Or a Pictish warrior queen.
The Celtic day begins at sunset, so Samhain begins at sunset on October 31st and goes through November 1st to sunset. If you're interested, here's the info on Samhain from the source: Newgrange, the ancient site in Ireland, where it all happened.
The veil between the worlds really is thin at this time of year, take it from someone who feels and sees such things strongly. This means you might be aware of the other side more than usual.
I do my own thing, no one ritual or observance, but a mashup of the cultures I've lived around: giving offerings at the local Dia de Los Muertos altar, enjoying squash soup and candy corn, toasting and thanking my ancestors for the life that runs through my veins and DNA—and all they went through to keep the family line going. I reach out to the invisible—which I do daily anyway, in this work—honor my guides and helpers, journey for insight, listen for messages.
It's an amazing time to do divinations, journeys, house clearings, all forms of shamanic work.
Taking time to tune in to the energy of a moment that captures your attention is an excellent way to open to your inner senses and feel the magic. You may have dreams, insights, intuitions, memories or premonitions. You may feel presences of invisible beings, hear or see things that aren't technically there. Stop, tune in, listen, look, feel, and let your soul connect to what it feels. Don't be available for predatory energies; stay grounded and centered and fearless.
There are many dimensions to the universe, and we dwell in many simultaneously. Like walking around with a radio, tho I know it's an old form of transmission. Tuning into different frequencies lets you receive different information, hear that music and connect to different things going on at the same time. We are receivers, and also transmitters. We are seers and dreamers and want to feel the magic, the positive power of this life we're living.
Let me know if you want to do some work, and we'll do it.
Samhain blessings and may the force be with you.