Even as a Witch, I do not know what lies on the Otherside. Death is the greatest mystery of them all, and even though we ride the veil, and dance with the dead, we know we may be mad, and crazy to think we are swept up with the wild hunt.
At Samhain, every year, I bake or brew, feasts and drinks for the dead, it is the greatest celebration of love and life of the year. For seven days, I craft and create for the dead, making gifts, and send prayers to those who have passed.
Every day I look upon my ancestral altar, and lament the deaths of those who have passed, I speak with them, and believe that they hear me, and my mortal words.
Some days I find a dead bird or mouse, killed by cats or old age, and take their bodies and bury them in the earth. From this dark and rotting place in the earth there is nourishment and life will flourish.
Some things will be unanswered until we take our own last breath. Do we come back? Have we been here before? What is the meaning and the purpose of it all? Do we just become dust and ash and nothing more? Will we be ghosts or demons, and as hungry and lonely as them?
Gather the stars if you wish it so.
Gather the songs and keep them.
Gather the faces of women.
Gather for keeping years and years.
Loosen your hands, let go and say good-by
Let the stars and songs go.
Let the faces and years go.
Loosen your hands and say good-by
-Carl Sandburg “Stars, Songs, Faces”
*Posted as part of the 44 Days of Witchery Blog Challenge-Day 15- Thoughts of the afterlife
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