Cheap And Easy?

It's cheap enough to do. You Vote Every Day
It’s cheap enough to do. You Vote Every Day

I have said this before and I am saying it again. Where you choose to spend your time and your money is a vote for what kind of world you want to live in. People have asked me, how are things going with Primal Aspects, my wife Em’s art business. Folks, Em’ hasn’t produced a new piece of art for sale in over a year now. Why do you suppose that is? We spent a good part of 2011 and 2012 pushing Primal Aspects, going to events and setting up to vend, displaying her art in museums and other venues, in a shop down in Cleburne that ended up closing after barely a month. She and I both finally reached a point of burnout. She stopped painting, drawing, sketching and pyrography for pretty much the same reason any other artist, musician or other creative person stops creating. When no one is buying your stuff you begin to have self doubt. Is my work not good enough? Am I doing something wrong? What should I try that I haven’t already? Oh, I’m sure if someone reads this at some point I will get some kind of feedback of, do this and try that. Chances are, we already did. Prints, yup, Cafe Press stuff, did that too, deviantART, ArtFire, Etsy, blah, blah, blah. Yup!

Financially, we’re okay. My income is enough to sustain us fine but because of how things have gone Em’ is talking about taking on a part time job after the beginning of the year and just doing art on the side once in awhile. The extra income will help us with things like newer and more reliable cars, the land we hope to buy soon, etc.

But I didn’t start this piece to be a woe is me or a woe is Em’ piece. It’s about a much bigger picture topic. It’s about the guy who used to own a small hardware store in town but ended up having to go out of business because a big box store moved in and sold reduced priced merchandize, some of it made by child labor overseas perhaps, but cheaper, much cheaper than he could hope to compete with. So he goes out of business and ends up working for the very people who ran him out of business for a barely livable wage. It’s about the hundreds of thousands of small farmers who have lost their farms to big Ag. It’s about a lot of things which have taken the power to choose how to live out of the hands of your neighbors, family and community.

Where do you spend your time and money each day? What kind of world are you voting for? Cheap, easy and disposable? Or quality, a little more work but worth the effort and sustainable. What sort of world will our children and grandchildren inherit? The power still lies in each and every one of our hands. We choose each and every day where to put our time and money. It’s how we got where we are today.

Take a look around. Are there things and places you miss? Does it seem that the world is missing a certain flavor it once had? Why do you suppose that might be?

Just a few thoughts. Your mileage might vary. But I think, the ways of our ancestors may have been wiser.


Cianaodh Óg

Recent Finds – Vacation, Truth And Karma

I thought I would share some of my latest finds on the internet among the many graphics I enjoy collecting. So, for your perusal and enjoyment I present to you….these!

Yoda Gremlin
Yoda Gremlin

Until I first saw this, I had never noticed the similarity. But it is uncanny isn’t it? Bahahahaha!

Good Bugs
Good Bugs

Next Spring when I start gardening anew I will keep an eye out for these bugs. I generally use Neem Oil, Orange Oil and Diatomaceous Earth for pest control along with companion planting. How about you?

Irish Eagle
Irish Eagle

Now this is just cool!

What really matters.
What really matters.
Make life a vacation.
Make life a vacation.

I do like the sentiment expressed here however I have never looked at vacation as a time to escape but rather as a time to explore, a time to go on adventures, a time to temporarily leave the mundane tasks of living aside to go places and do things you can’t always go and do. Not necessarily escaping anything so much as going to experience something.

Truth is Truth
Truth is Truth

Ain’t that the truth.

Beautiful Viking Shield
Beautiful Viking Shield

Is that gorgeous or what?

You sure have a purdy mouth...
You sure have a purdy mouth…

Why do I hear banjos playing? LOL! From Modern Pioneer

As always, if anything shared here needs proper photo credit or the original copyright holder would like it removed, just let me know! Cianaodh [at] ourpantheons [dot] org.

Many Blessings,

Cianaodh Óg

Irish Blessings – May You Be Poor In Misfortune

Irish blessings you can share in both Gaeilge and English.

Flowers In The Backyard - Irish Blessing

    Flowers In The Backyard

Go raibh tú daibhir i mí-áidh
Agus saibhir i mbeannachtaí
Go mall ag déanamh namhaid, go luath a déanamh carad,
Ach saibhir nó daibhir, go mall nó go luath,
Nach raibh ach áthas agat
Ón lá seo amach.

May you be poor in misfortune,
Rich in blessings,
Slow to make enemies,
quick to make friends,
But rich or poor, quick or slow,
May you know nothing but happiness
From this day forward.

Long-life and fair health to you.

Saol fada agus breac-shláinte chugat.
(A Gaelic blessing pronounced Say-ol faw-dah og-uss brack- hlawn-cheh ch(k)oo-at)

Good health to you.

Sláinte chugat.
(pronounced Slawn-cheh ch(k)oo-at)

Go raibh míle maith agat!
(This simple Irish blessing is used in its original Gaelic often in Ireland -one of the few expressions that almost everybody knows. It means ‘Many thanks’ (literally ‘That you may have a thousand good things’) and is pronounced Guh rev mee-lah maw og-ut)

My seven blessings on you!

Mo sheacht mbeannacht ort!
(pronounced Muh hyawch(k)t mann-ach(k)t urt)

Good on you

Maith thú
(This very common and short Irish blessing is easy to use and pronounced Maw hoo)

Good luck to you

Go n-eirí an t-ádh leat.
(Literally meaning ‘That luck may rise with you’, this short Irish blessing is pronouncedGuh nye-ree on taw laht.)

Stopped At Potager’s Other Stuff

Potager's Other Stuff
Potager’s Other Stuff

I stopped in at Potager’s Other Stuff a couple of times on the way home from work this week. What an amazing assortment of wholesome goodness! I’ve mentioned their cafe a time or two in past blog posts because I truly believe in what they are doing there. They are promoting doing things the old ways in food, cooking and other crafts. If you are near downtown Arlington, Texas while they are open sometime you should definitely stop by and have a look around. At the cafe they follow the concept of  “ask for only as much as you can eat and pay what you feel it was worth”. Yes, there are no prices on the menu and you are asked to only take portion sizes you feel you can eat while you are there for a meal. At the end of it you pay what you feel the meal is worth. How cool is that?! I know, it makes you think, surely there are too many people who would take advantage of a system like that and not pay nearly what the food is actually worth or not pay at all. But they have made it work for, I think, about three years so far and are still at it. As you walk into the cafe you can actually see the fresh herbs growing right outside which they harvest and use right there. They also buy their meats, fruits and vegetables from local growers and have often gone to a local farm to pick the foods fresh from the trees, vines and stalks that morning which will be a part of the meal served that afternoon. Talk about fresh flavors!

Potager's Cafe and Other Stuff
Potager Logo

So, while I stopped in on Thursday I talked for a good while with Susan about an interesting myriad of topics ranging from Irish/Scottish family history to geopolitical history to container gardening and many things in between. She is an interesting lady full of a wealth of knowledge that she doesn’t mind sharing with others. Yesterday Cynthia, another kind lady and the chef and founder of Potager Cafe was at the shop. Both were very helpful though and I took the opportunity to try some natural granola from Grapevine Grains. The Honey Almond is marvelous by the way. Also I enjoyed the Cinnamon Apple and the Gourmet Chocolate flavors. Now, at their store, Potager’s Other Stuff, up the road a bit from the cafe there ARE prices on the items, don’t get confused. The meals at the cafe are pay what you feel they are worth but most of the items at Potager’s Other Stuff are on consignment from local producers and do come with a set pricetag. Anyway, I just wanted to clarify that right quick. Let me go on about the phenomenal stuff I tried. I picked up a dark chocolate bar with forest mint that I thoroughly enjoyed and it even got the kids’ seal of approval which kind of surprised me because I thought the dark chocolate flavor might put them off a bit.

Potager Contact Info
Potager Contact Info

I also had a wonderful hard cider called Leprechaun from a brewery in Houston and bottled in Oregon (how does that work?) which I will most assuredly be getting more of in the near future. Also I discovered the wonderful assortment of brews from Jester King Brewery which are carried there. OH MY GODS! They have a huge variety and such cool looking labels to boot. I tried the Black Metal because when I told her I liked Guinness she said this one has been described as like Guinness only better. I said, that’s some awful strong language there! So I tried it. It’s definitely a stronger brew than Guinness Stout which is okay but even Guinness Stout has a bit stronger flavor than I enjoy typically. I generally go for the Guinness Draught when I have a choice. But it’s a good brew if you’re into the strong, black stuff. It looks about like used motor oil when you pour it into a glass. 😉 Another thing well worth trying are the  TruRoots cookies. I picked up the Three Seed Ancient and the Orange Ginger. Both are wonderful! Oh! One other thing, even though the website says they are unable to take debit and credit cards they do now have Square Up on their phones and are able to take cards for payment.

Anyway, Em’ and I will be stopping by there again today either before or after we head up to Wise county to look at some properties we’re considering. One is near Chico and the other near Springtown. Wish us luck!

Go raibh an ghaoth go brách ag do chúl,

(May the wind be always at your back,)



The Story Is, There Is Life Out There After All!

This is my story and I’m sticking to it…

How Tough Are Scotsmen? Laddie, you're speaking to the only guy in a red shirt who isn't dead. True Story.
How Tough Are Scotsmen? Laddie, you’re speaking to the only guy in a red shirt who isn’t dead. True Story.

After several days of posting and getting no responses here on the blog I decided to take a day off from blogging yesterday and focused on searching for properties, studying my Irish and studying my foraging. On the properties front Em’ and I decided to narrow our search down to Wise, Parker and Johnson counties. The land to the east, while reasonable and nice, comes with a painful commute through Dallas traffic to and from work that I don’t want to have to deal with. The list of 19 properties I had set aside got narrowed down to 6 for now, most in Wise county. One of them even already has a barn, well, septic and utilities on it. We found a Realtor who is a pleasure to work with and we will be contacting a bank she recommends to see about getting preapproved for financing. Unfortunately our credit union doesn’t do mortgages on raw land and the bank our home mortgage is with will only finance up to 5 acre lots. We want something between 5 and 10 acres so being limited to 5 acres doesn’t suit our needs.

I registered on another Irish Language learning forum which is looking like a nice place to learn and practice. Over the weekend I was impressed by a couple of YouTube videos I saw Yu Ming Is Ainm Dom about a young Chinese man who spent six months learning to speak Irish Gaeilge before traveling to Ireland only to find out when he got there that most people there don’t even speak their own language anymore. It’s a sad situation when you consider the culture and history that are lost with the language. Another video was from a segment recorded in 1985 featuring a monolingual Irish speaker who a professor from a nearby university had been visiting with a recorder for over 10 years as the old man told stories he had memorized throughout his life. At the point this video was recorded the old man had still not run out of stories to tell. Imagine all of the stories only available in Gaeilge which have still never been translated or if they do get translated may be translated with a particular bias or agenda which changes the original story. The same is true of other lost or disappearing languages throughout the world such as those of Native American tribes. Speaking of which we saw another movie on Netflix over the weekend called Mythic Journeys which was wonderful. In it, at one point, a guy was talking about a group of native tribes coming together at a fireside along with the “black robed people”. One elder told a story of how his people came from the mountains riding purple horses and at the end of his tale everyone cheered and said what a great story it was. Then another told a story of how his ancestors came from the sky as stars falling to the earth and again everyone cheered. Then the time came for the “black robed people” to speak. They told the story of Adam and Eve and the Garden of Eden and again everyone cheered and said what a great story it was. Then it was time for the next elder to speak but the “black robed people” said “No! No more stories, this is THE story.” The others said, “Well wait a minute. Your story was pretty good but I liked his story too and the one the other guy told.” The “black robed people” said “No! Forget all of those stories. This is THE only true story.” So the elders said “Well, who invited you anyway?”

I thought that was a pretty good story. 😉

On the foraging front I have been learning about a LOT of stuff I will be looking for to get starters of and transplant to the land once we find it over at Meriwether’s Foraging Texas site. I ordered a couple of books he recommends too so I look forward to getting them soon.

Em’ and I also talked about erecting some standing stones, a stone altar and a fire ring among other things on the land once we get it. This will be fun!

Oh! Also I got an email from a very kind lady who said she and her husband are moving to Arlington soon and that she has enjoyed reading my blog. How about that!?

Slainte, sonas agus beartas,
(Health, wealth and happiness!)
(slahn-tchuh, sonnus ughuss b-yarshtuss!) ,

Cianaodh Óg

Wiccans and Calling The Quarters

Passion Flowers - Wiccans can be passionate.
Passion Flowers – Wiccans can be passionate.

Wiccans have certain ritual elements which, while maybe borrowed from other sources, set them apart from other Pagan paths.

Not since our original DFW Pantheons group disbanded some years ago have I practiced Wiccan based ritual on a regular basis. It was around that time that I pursued ADF Druidry for awhile and then went on sabbatical. Granted my daily devotionals these days have had a more Wicanesque flavor to them but that’s about it in my daily practice. But the tradition I belong to now, Esoteric Path Of Enlightenment, derived from a Wiccan path and although the tradition is Eclectic in nature it’s core structure is still very Wiccan in style. This is not a bad thing by any means but it has meant I have had to relearn some things which I had fallen out of practice with. Like Wiccans, the Sumerians who we enjoy hanging out with and occasionally attending rituals and campouts with call quarters to bring in the four elements at the start of ritual although they call them in a different order. ADF Druids do not cast circles or call in the four elements, rather, they call upon the powers of land, sea and sky while establishing sacred space.

Recently, as part of my work for my second degree in the Esoteric Path of Enlightenment I was tasked to write my own quarter calls both rhyming and non rhyming complete with opening and closing of circle parts. It was a task which should have been exceedingly easy because I had done it before many times but I found that I struggled with it until I finally found my connectedness again with each of the four elements. Once I found this place the words flowed freely but getting there, getting started was quite a piece of work.

Last night we held a full moon ritual in our back yard, I broke down the altar next to my bed and gave it and my tools a good cleaning, smudged the entire house with an amazing smudge stick we got when we visited Gail at Owl’s Clover then set up altar in the back on a black folding table we have that comes in handy for such occasions.

My son, Kyle brought his athame and wand from his altar and joined me in circle and I used the rhyming quarter calls I had written. The energy flowed beautifully and the entire rite was smooth and nearly flawless. Kyle jabbered all the way through it but then, Kyle jabbers all the way through everything. Lol!

I left the tools in place for a time outside so the moon could give them a good cleansing and recharge but did not leave them out overnight as I normally would because it was beginning to look a lot like rain. I brought everything inside and reestablished the altar indoors where I felt bathed in the renewed energy last night as I slept. I think this is going to work.

November 2nd I am scheduled to receive my 2nd degree and if things go well sometime next year following that (traditionally a year and a day but can take longer) I will receive my third along with others and we will be ready to hive off to establish our own covens as Wiccans often do. Things are looking up!

Bless The Bees!


P.S. Also, lately I have been working on my Irish vocabulary with a podcast I recently discovered called Easy Irish. If you, like me, are interested in learning the Irish language it is a pretty cool and easy way to learn.

Survival Vs. Living In The Asylum

survival in the asylum

One of my favorite lines about survival from a movie comes from a low budget flick from the eighties I remember watching for the first time when I was living in an apartment in Grapevine in 1991.

Daredelvis: So, what’s y’all fellas’ line of work?

Grant: Survival.

Daredelvis: Oh, well that’s the slowest form of suicide.
[hands Grant his business card]

Daredelvis: Well, look, man, if I can ever be of any help…

Grant: [reading] Dared-delvis…? Horse trader, snake charmer, marriage counselor, divorce lawyer, musician, poker player, stunt driver, dowser, clairvoyant, actor, poet.

Daredelvis: Yeah, man, but my real bread and butter’s the Bullfightin’ scene. You really oughta’ catch my act sometime – it’s going nowhere but up!

‘Dudes’ 1987

I don’t think I ever watched the movie again. It was just that one time that I was bored and looking for something to watch on T.V. But that line has stuck with me and recurred ever since. Mere survival really is the slowest form of suicide isn’t it? For living to be worthwhile you have to actually live it. Pursue those things that ignite your spirit and make you feel happy. Otherwise the whole thing seems kind of pointless doesn’t it?

I know people who work all of the overtime they can get or even work two and three jobs. If they truly enjoy their work and it brings them fulfillment who am I to fault them for it. I pick up extra hours from time to time as well but my basic philosophy is 40 hours for the man but the rest of my time is for me, my family and my friends. If I can make enough to survive in that 40 hours then so be it. If not, alas. But I can and most often do. Is it because I am more fortunate than most? In some ways perhaps so but it mostly boils down to my philosophy of living versus the average modern American’s mode. I drive a 20 year old truck because it’s still running, it’s paid for so I am not required to carry expensive full coverage insurance, only liability, and so far repair bills come out less than a car payment and high dollar insurance would. Most folks feel that they need to have a newer vehicle so they work any number of hours to pay for this and other things that society tells them are necessities. I go at things from the other angle. I tell society, I have invested my 40 hours this week, it has returned me X number of dollars. When that is gone, you get no more from me. But I have learned to be creative with what I do with that 40 hours worth of pay and as a result we survive and live a little as well.

One of the things that appeals to me about the Pagan way of living and that of my ancestors is the taking joy in simple pleasures. Once you have purchased a drum or two it doesn’t cost much to build a fire and sit with some friends to drum a little, dance a little, share some stories and songs and simply enjoy life. All I am saying is you have to draw the line somewhere. You have to at some point tell society that this is all I am letting you take from me and the rest of my life is mine to live as I see fit. For me, most of the time, that line is at 40 hours.

I don’t know. Just some random thoughts from me this morning about living and survival. As with all things, your mileage may vary.

Tóg go bog é,

(Take it easy.)


In The Distance 2 – A Story Of A People

Sometimes, people do a fine job of adapting to their circumstances.

Ancestor - Old People.

Fiction by TroyCianaodh Óg” Young

Did you land in the middle? Go to Page 1 to start the story.

I sit by the fire with the woman of my hearth and heart, pour a cup of tea as she dips stew into two bowls for us. I recall a story told to me long ago by my father’s father about a great civilization which fell from misguidance and misdirection. The people and their elders had lost touch with the ways of their ancestors, lost their reverence for the old ways and the ways of Mother Earth. They had become arrogant and short sighted. Not considering the consequences of their actions not only upon themselves but the generations which would follow them.

A time of widespread disease, war and famine followed. Water from the rivers was unsafe to drink, fish unsafe to eat, even the air unsafe to breathe. In the vast cities people would go about with masks upon their faces to filter the air for them to breathe. The people would have to toil daily to afford to buy the filters to clean the air and water to make it safe to drink and breathe so that they might live. It was a time of darkness and sadness among the people and some say that to this day, in the cities, people are still living this way. Born into servitude and dying in servitude. Every move they make carefully watched and recorded by the stalkers, machines made by men to follow and control other men’s lives.

Grandfather said that in times past there were vast fields of crops and orchards of trees bearing fruits and nuts that were pollinated by swarms of honeybees. The species was nearly wiped out generations ago by a combination of pesticides, fungus and an increase in the Asian hornet population. Today the honey bee is highly prized and revered. When a hive is discovered it is usually protected constantly by members of the tribe against predator species. Diseases swept the lands which mankind had once thought he had vanquished with advanced medicines. For a time these microbes were held in check but they evolved and mutated until the medicines were no longer effective and the immunity which once protected the people was no longer a savior. The cities became filled with the sick and the dying and The Morrigan was seen flying overhead often in those days.

It was disturbing, the tales my father’s father would tell on those nights at the fireside. But here, now was a time of health, gratitude and happiness. The food forest planted generations ago among the trees in this land of the pines provided an abundance for the people who lived here. We were one of many tribes who broke away from the system put in place by men who would control other men’s lives for their own, greed filled desires. The third harvest of the season was well underway and the people were preparing to celebrate Samhain. The veil was thin and it was rumored that some had already been visited by loved ones from the other side. Lorcán McDonnell said last week that he caught a glimpse of a brownie in his brewing hut but I said ol’ Lorcán might have been sampling too much of his own stout. But, then, Lorcán’s brews have an uncanny, almost magickal quality about them. Mayhaps he has been getting a bit of help from the Aos sí? 😉 Grandmother was a particularly gifted seer and used to tell tales of seeing the fair folk dancing in the twilight outside a mound near the home where she grew up to the west. It is said that they are attached to the tribe and are never far away, even protecting us from interlopers and stalkers from the cities.

“Tell it to the bees'” she would say sometimes when we would have a grievance against one another or over life in general. I was never sure if she meant it as a dismissal. Did she consider our complaints too trivial to occupy her time and want us to go talk to the bees about it and leave her alone or did she actually consider that the bees would intervene on our behalf? I know that some consider bees and birds to be messengers of the gods who observe the activities of man and then tell the gods what they see. Spies of a sort. Like the stalkers in a way. Spies and assassins in the case of the stalkers.

These are the reasons why we are all taught from an early age, the arts of camouflage and covering our tracks. Lest something or someone follow us home and kill us and everyone we love. It has happened to others and could befall us too if just one of us are not careful to keep the perimeter safe and watch for things which don’t belong. There are sights and sounds which belong in the forest and there are others which do not. Those which do not belong must be avoided or taken care of by whatever means necessary for the good of the tribe.

I once knew a young boy of about 14 who, it is said, was tracked by a stalker and, realizing it would follow him home given the chance, instead ran out beyond the perimeter of the established “safe zone” to lead it away. He was never seen or heard from again but everyone considers his actions heroic for such a lad who was just about to begin perimeter guard training. Offerings are made each Samhain at the altar of the ancestors in his honor by all who live with us here in the thick, piney forest. His family is held in high regard and are offered the first choice in whatever cut of meat is available for the feast. Protect the forest and protect the tribe!

NEXT PAGE: – Tales From Grandfather

Online Prayers And Energies For You

There are only two days in the year that nothing can be done. One is called yesterday and the other is called tomorrow. Today is the right day to love, believe, do and mostly live. Prayers
There are only two days in the year that nothing can be done. One is called yesterday and the other is called tomorrow. Today is the right day to love, believe, do and mostly live.

More than a decade ago I used to maintain a virtual prayer altar as part of a metaphysical shop which I built and maintained the website for. It was a place where people could message me and I would light a candle online asking for healing, help with a particular situation, money troubles, love troubles, family troubles, whatever the case may be. It included an image of a lit candle and a short prayer either as given to me by the person requesting it or written by me to the God or Goddess who seemed appropriate for the occasion. These days I see a lot of posts by friends and family on Facebook and other places. I even received a voicemail while on vacation from a lady who had seen my clergy profile on Witches’ Voice and requested energies for a child within the family who had gone missing.

When I get these requests I light an extra candle on my real altar which is at my bedside. This is where I do my daily devotional each morning which I wrote about in a previous post and where I send out prayers and energies for those in need each night. But I have decided to reestablish my virtual altar to be used in conjunction with my real altar as a way to acknowledge to those who have requested prayers and energies that their requests have been fulfilled at least at my altar and as a way to request that my sisters and brothers on their own various spiritual paths would also join me in sending prayers and energies along to those in need.

In any event, if you would like to have a candle lit for yourself or someone you know please feel free to let me know and I will include them in my daily prayers.

Slán agus beannacht leat,
(Goodbye and blessings with you,)


Online Pagan Prayer Altar

Samhain Is Coming – Are You Ready?

A little too much Samhain for these jack-o-lanterns I think,
A little too much Samhain for these jack-o-lanterns I think,

Long before I knew about Samhain and that most of the fun traditions of Halloween were brought over to America by Irish and Scottish immigrants I have loved this holiday. As a kid I enjoyed dressing up in costume, going trick-or-treating, visiting haunted houses, carving Jack-O-Lanterns (Seán na gealaí ) and just scaring people for fun more than even opening presents on Christmas morning. Later, as I learned about the roots of Samhain and it’s original purpose and meaning it only made me love it even more.

Samhain is a Celtic festival and last of the three major harvest festivals marking the summer’s end and the beginning of winter. Traditionally it is celebrated from sunset on 31 October to sunset on 1 November, which is nearly halfway between the autumn equinox and the winter solstice. Along with Imbolc, Beltane and Lughnasadh it makes up the four Gaelic seasonal festivals. It has traditionally been observed in Ireland, Scotland and the Isle of Man and is now recognized by modern Pagans with Celtic leanings throughout the world. Kindred festivals were held at the same time of year in other Celtic lands; for example the Brythonic Calan Gaeaf (in Wales), Kalan Gwav (in Cornwall) and Kalan Goañv (in Brittany).

Samhain is mentioned in some of the earliest Irish literature and is believed to have pre-Christian origins. Many important events in Irish mythology happen or begin on Samhain. It was the time when cattle were brought back down from the summer pastures and when livestock were slaughtered for the winter. As at Beltane, special bonfires are lit which have protective and cleansing powers and there are rituals involving them such as passing cattle and people between two fires for cleansing or in some cases jumping over the fires. Samhain is seen as a time when the veil between the worlds is at it’s thinnest and spirits or fairies (the Sidhe) can more easily come into our world. Feasts or dumb suppers often mark Samhain as a time in which the souls of dead kin are beckoned to attend and a place set at the table for them. Sometimes, however, spirits or the sidhe can also cause harm and so the custom of wearing costumes so as not to be recognized began as a way to disguise oneself from wandering spirits. Divination is a big part of the this time of the year. Oftentimes folks get a tarot card reading or do some scrying in a mirror as a way to make contact with the other side or get clues as to what the future may hold.

In the 9th century, the Roman Catholic Church shifted the date of All Saints’ Day to 1 November, while 2 November later became All Souls’ Day. Over time, Samhain and All Saints’/All Souls’ merged and helped to create the modern Halloween. – Source Wikipedia

In any event, however you celebrate this time of year, I hope you have a delightful time.

Oiche Shona Shamhna!

Happy Halloween!

Pronounced ‘ee-hah shona how-nah’,