Sunday, October 30, 2011

Talking About Samhein

At group today one of my group members did a lesson on the history of Samhein. Here is her lesson (yes, I did get permission to post her lesson here for my readers to see and discuss):

Samhain (Scots Gaelic: Samhuinn) literally means “summer's end”, and is the third and final Harvest. The dark winter half of the year commences at this Sabbat. Various other names for this Greater Sabbat are Third Harvest, Samana, Day of the Dead, Old Hallowmas (Scottish/Celtic), Vigil of Saman, Shadowfest (Strega), and Samhuinn.
Samhain marks one of the two great doorways of the Celtic year, for the Celts divided the year into two seasons: the light and the dark, at Beltane on May 1st and Samhain on November 1st. Some believe that Samhain was the more important festival, marking the beginning of a whole new cycle, just as the Celtic day began at night. For it was understood that in dark silence comes whisperings of new beginnings, the stirring of the seed below the ground. Whereas Beltane welcomes in the summer with joyous celebrations at dawn, the most magically potent time of this festival is November Eve, the night of October 31st, known today of course, as Halloween.
It is a magical interval when the mundane laws of time and space are temporarily suspended, and the Thin Veil between the worlds is lifted. Communicating with ancestors and departed loved ones is easy at this time, for they journey through this world on their way to the Summerlands. It is a time to study the Dark Mysteries and honor the Dark Mother and the Dark Father, symbolized by the Crone and her aged Consort.
In the country year, Samhain marked the first day of winter, when the herders led the cattle and sheep down from their summer hillside pastures to the shelter of stable and byre. Those destined for the table were slaughtered, after being ritually devoted to the gods in pagan times. All the harvest must be gathered in -- barley, oats, wheat, turnips, and apples -- for come November, the faeries would blast every growing plant with their breath, blighting any nuts and berries remaining on the hedgerows. Any crops still in the field on Samhain were considered taboo, and left as offerings to the Nature spirits. Peat and wood for winter fires were stacked high by the hearth. It was a joyous time of family reunion, when all members of the household worked together baking, salting meat, and making preserves for the winter feasts to come. The endless horizons of summer gave way to a warm, dim and often smoky room; the symphony of summer sounds was replaced by a counterpoint of voices, young and old, human and animal. Bonfires were built, (originally called bone-fires, for after feasting, the bones were thrown in the fire as offerings for healthy and plentiful livestock in the New Year) and stones were marked with people's names. Then they were thrown into the fire, to be retrieved in the morning. The condition of the retrieved stone foretold of that person's fortune in the coming year. Hearth fires were also lit from the village bonfire to ensure unity, and the ashes were spread over the harvested fields to protect and bless the land.
In early Ireland, people gathered at the ritual centers of the tribes, for Samhain was the principal calendar feast of the year. The greatest assembly was the 'Feast of Tara,' focusing on the royal seat of the High King as the heart of the sacred land, the point of conception for the new year. In every household throughout the country, hearth-fires were extinguished. All waited for the Druids to light the new fire of the year -- not at Tara, but at Tlachtga, a hill twelve miles to the north-west. It marked the burial-place of Tlachtga, daughter of the great druid Mogh Ruith, who may once have been a goddess in her own right in a former age.
At at all the turning points of the Celtic year, the gods drew near to Earth at Samhain, so many sacrifices and gifts were offered up in thanksgiving for the harvest. Personal prayers in the form of objects symbolizing the wishes of supplicants or ailments to be healed were cast into the fire, and at the end of the ceremonies, brands were lit from the great fire of Tara to re-kindle all the home fires of the tribe, as at Beltane. As they received the flame that marked this time of beginnings, people surely felt a sense of the kindling of new dreams, projects and hopes for the year to come.
The Samhain fires continued to blaze down the centuries. In the 1860s the Halloween bonfires were still so popular in Scotland that one traveler reported seeing thirty fires lighting up the hillsides all on one night, each surrounded by rings of dancing figures, a practice which continued up to the first World War. Young people and servants lit brands from the fire and ran around the fields and hedges of house and farm, while community leaders surrounded parish boundaries with a magic circle of light. Afterwards, ashes from the fires were sprinkled over the fields to protect them during the winter months -- and of course, they also improved the soil. The bonfire provided an island of light within the oncoming tide of winter darkness, keeping away cold, discomfort, and evil spirits long before electricity illumined our nights. When the last flame sank down, it was time to run as fast as you could for home, raising the cry, “The black sow without a tail take the hindmost!”
Even today, bonfires light up the skies in many parts of the British Isles and Ireland at this season, although in many areas of Britain their significance has been co-opted by Guy Fawkes Day, which falls on November 5th, and commemorates an unsuccessful attempt to blow up the English Houses of Parliament in the 17th century. In one Devonshire village, the extraordinary sight of both men and women running through the streets with blazing tar barrels on their backs can still be seen! Whatever the reason, there will probably always be a human need to make fires against the winter’s dark.
With the rise of Christianity, Samhain was changed to Hallowmas, or All Saints' Day, to commemorate the souls of the blessed dead who had been canonized that year, so the night before became popularly known as Halloween, All Hallows Eve, or Hollantide. November 2nd became All Souls Day, when prayers were to be offered to the souls of all who the departed and those who were waiting in Purgatory for entry into Heaven. Throughout the centuries, pagan and Christian beliefs intertwine in a gallimaufry of celebrations from Oct 31st through November 5th, all of which appear both to challenge the ascendancy of the dark and to revel in its mystery.
The Summer’s End celebrations eventually became the target of mainstream religions that viewed pagan beliefs as negative and wicked, noted Lorien Carrillo, a Wiccan reverend and owner of Sacred Mists Shoppe in Napa. Some religions banned sacred pagan rituals and foods, such as pork. The leadership of Christianity, however, attempted to lure pagans to their religion by incorporating their holidays and rituals into Christianity.
“In the year 834 Pope Gregory III renamed All Hallow’s Day to All Saints’ Day and moved it from May to November 1,” Carillo said. The hope was this holiday reorganization would entice Celtics away from Samhain and encourage their conversion to Christianity. An indicator of the success of that campaign came in the 1800s. Whether Protestant, Catholic or pagan, the Irish who immigrated to the U.S. during the 1840s potato famine brought their Celtic Samhain sabbat with them. “It was quickly accepted by Americans, especially the customs and traditions,” Carrillo said. “However, in the U.S. the holiday quickly lost its connection to — and was separated — from its origins.”
Carrillo also noted by this time the holiday was generally referred to as Halloween. Traced to circa 1556 England, Halloween (Hallowe’en) was, and is, a contraction of All Hallow’s Evening.
Americans whole-heartedly adopted the Celtic Halloween traditions of costumes, games of foretelling, frightful legends and storytelling, carved gourds, bonfires and trick or treating.
“According to John Santino, a very popular folklorist, trick-or-treat is associated with the European rhyming and mumming custom,” Carrillo said. “Small groups would go house to house and perform skits in exchange for money in Ireland or candies and baked goods in Germany and Britain. However, if the mummers arrived too soon, they would be sent away.”
To most modern Pagans, while death is still the central theme of the festival this does not mean it is a morbid event. For Pagans, death is not a thing to be feared. Old age is valued for its wisdom and dying is accepted as a part of life as necessary and welcome as birth. While Pagans, like people of other faiths, always honour and show respect for their dead, this is particularly marked at Samhain. Loved ones who have recently died are remembered and their spirits often invited to join the living in the celebratory feast. It is also a time at which those born during the past year are formally welcomed into the community.
Originally the "Feast of the Dead" was celebrated in Celtic countries by leaving food offerings on altars and doorsteps for the "wandering dead". It is traditional to set up altars with pumpkins, apples and squash, along with a skull, which is a symbol of physical passage, she said. Candles and black and orange decorations are included. The Samhain altar also is personalized with framed photos and favorite foods of ancestors. Single candles were lit and left in a window to help guide the spirits of ancestors and loved ones home. Extra chairs were set to the table and around the hearth for the unseen guest. Apples were buried along roadsides and paths for spirits who were lost or had no descendants to provide for them. Turnips were hollowed out and carved to look like protective spirits, for this was a night of magic and chaos. The Wee Folke became very active, pulling pranks on unsuspecting humans. Traveling after dark was not advised. People dressed in white (like ghosts), wore disguises made of straw, or dressed as the opposite gender in order to fool the Nature spirits.
During Samhain, a key part of this New Year season is the release of existing negative patterns through ritual, Carillo added. “It is very personal. In the Sacred Mists tradition, once the negative pattern or habit is selected, whether it be smoking or whatever, each person begins the process by writing a note to the Crone (an aspect of Wiccan goddess) about that negative, and their desire to change it can be quite cathartic. Then the note is burned in a symbolic bonfire — a cauldron, fire pit, etc. By burning it, the underworld takes that stuff away and it is gone. But that creates a void or vacuum which must be filled, preferably with the desired positive pattern.”
To achieve that desired outcome the Wiccans first connect with the spirit world. “It is not scary or evil,” Carrillo said. “Then using positive affirmations and really working with and on it, the goal of change for the new year is more likely to be accomplished, permanently.
Death also symbolizes endings and Samhain is therefore not only a time for reflecting on mortality, but also on the passing of relationships, jobs and other significant changes in life. A time for taking stock of the past and coming to terms with it, in order to move on and look forward to the future.
Divination at Halloween
Samhain was a significant time for divination, perhaps even more so than May or Midsummer’s Eve, because this was the chief of the three Spirit Nights. Divination customs and games frequently featured apples and nuts from the recent harvest, and candles played an important part in adding atmosphere to the mysteries. In Scotland, a child born at Samhain was said to be gifted with “The Two Sights” commonly known as “second sight,” or clairvoyance.

Apple Magic
At the heart of the Celtic Otherworld grows an apple tree whose fruit has magical properties. Old sagas tell of heroes crossing the western sea to find this wondrous country, known in Ireland as Emhain Abhlach, (Evan Avlach) and in Britain, Avalon. At Samhain, the apple harvest is in, and old hearthside games, such as apple-bobbing, called apple-dookin’ in Scotland, reflect the journey across water to obtain the magic apple.

Dookin' for Apples
Place a large tub, preferably wooden, on the floor, and half fill it with water. Tumble in plenty of apples, and have one person stir them around vigorously with a long wooden spoon or rod of hazel, ash or any other sacred tree.
Each player takes their turn kneeling on the floor, trying to capture the apples with their teeth as they go bobbing around. Each gets three tries before the next person has a go. Best to wear old clothes for this one, and have a roaring fire nearby so you can dry off while eating your prize!
If you do manage to capture an apple, you might want to keep it for a divination ritual, such as this one:

The Apple and the Mirror
Before the stroke of midnight, sit in front of a mirror in a room lit only by one candle or the moon. Go into the silence, and ask a question. Cut the apple into nine pieces. With your back to the mirror, eat eight of the pieces, then throw the ninth over your left shoulder. Turn your head to look over the same shoulder, and you will see and in image or symbol in the mirror that will tell you your answer.
(When you look in the mirror, let your focus go "soft," and allow the patterns made by the moon or candlelight and shadows to suggest forms, symbols and other dreamlike images that speak to your intuition.)

Dreaming Stones
Go to a boundary stream and with closed eyes, take from the water three stones between middle finger and thumb, saying these words as each is gathered:
I will lift the stone
As Mary lifted it for her Son,
For substance, virtue, and strength;
May this stone be in my hand
Till I reach my journey’s end.
Carry them home carefully and place them under your pillow. That night, ask for a dream that will give you guidance or a solution to a problem, and the stones will bring it for you.
Symbolism of Samhain: Third Harvest, the Dark Mysteries, Rebirth through Death
Symbols: Gourds, Apples, Black Cats, Jack-O-Lanterns, Besoms
Herbs: Mugwort, Allspice, Broom, Catnip, Deadly Nightshade, Mandrake, Oak Leaves, Sage and Straw
Foods: Turnips, Apples, Gourds, Nuts, Mulled Wines, Beef, Pork, Poultry
Incense: Heliotrope, Mint, Nutmeg
Colors: Black, Orange, White, Silver, Gold
Stones: All black stones, preferably jet or obsidian
Bibliography

Monday, October 24, 2011


I've been having a really hard time sleeping lately. I get enough sleep, I guess. When I sleep I sleep [other than getting up 20x's a night to pee]. I wish I knew what was going on. Seems like at night when my mind is racing, I feel depressed. Like something is eating away at me and I don’t quite know what it is. I keep having these weird dreams and it leaves me wondering if this might be the cause of the sleepless nights.

I dream about miscarrying again. Only this time there is a lot more blood, I’m talking hemorrhage style here and I lose the baby again. Every time I wake up in a cold sweat and have to check myself in order to be sure everything is fine. A few of the other mom’s I know have told me that those nightmares are normal, especially since right before I got pregnant this time I had suffered a miscarriage. I am thinking about scheduling another ultra sound to put my mind at ease.

I don’t know…do you think this could be linked to my not being able to sleep? Or am I just being paranoid?  I am 10 weeks now, I should be able to hear the heart beat by now, and I would love to be able to hear that. It may be the one thing that reassures me the most, even if I do think I am freaking out over nothing.

I know that I hope these dreams and this depression lightens up soon. Thanks for listening [reading] and bearing with me on my little rant.

Sunday, October 16, 2011

Thoughts?

Some things have been stirring in around in my head. Just some random thoughts. Mainly about my mom. The one I never had and the one you should have gotten the chance to be my Grandmother instead of raising me. One of my biggest fears is becoming my mother. Another fear of mine leaves me wondering if I have the stregnth to be the mother my Grandma was to my little sisters and I.

You see, my mom walked out on us I don't know how many times. You see she had a cruel sickness that consumed her. It made her a monster, it made her hateful and mean, it took her away from us. She couldn't control her sickness, instead she let it control her. She was addicted to drugs.

At times I resent her for not being strong enough to get well for us. Her children, her little girls and her husband were pushed away for her next fix. My Dad and Grandma tried their hardest to get her the help that she needed. She would get clean every now and again. I loved those times. When she was sober she was the mother I always wanted, always knew she could be.

And then something would happen. She would run into an old friend or one of her brothers and she would fall back down that hole again.

The last time I saw her before she died, I said some pretty hateful things. I was very angry with her for chosing to be sick, rather than getting well and being with us.

She missed so many firsts. First crush, first boyfriend, first dance, graduation, the birth of her first grandchild, and my wedding. Now with my pregnancy, it is just another thing that she will miss out on. Granted she may not be in this world any longer, but it does not make it any easier knowing that she had the potential be an awesome mother and chose not to be.

Now the woman who took her place. My Grandma. She was somethign else. She took us girls in, helped my Dad raise us. She was there for everthing. I love her more than words could ever express. When she passed it was one of thee worst days in my life. Even now I am getting teary eyed thinking about it...

When her first great grandchild was born she was so happy. I really wish she was here to meet her third great grand child. My biggest hope is that I can be the mother she did not have to be.



Saturday, October 15, 2011

Thursday, October 13, 2011

still here

I'm still here. Still trying to get these new hormones under control. I feel exhausted all the time. I feel like I have slept more in the last few weeks than I ever have. The last few days I have had bouts of energy, and I am so stoked about that. It means I can get caught up on the loads of laundry I need to fold and finish cutting down the flowers in the front yard for winter. 

Tomorrow is Tri-Cities first annual Zombie Walk, we are pairing up with the cities Film Festival. All our hard work will finally see the light of day tomorrow. We only hope we will reach our goal for donations, even if we don't whatever we have will go to the Cancer Society to fund their research for Brain Cancer. 

Well, that's all I have for now, Hubby made spaghetti for dinner and it is calling my name...

Friday, October 7, 2011

Ultra Sound {pic}


I went to the doctor yesterday and got my very first ultra sound.
Everything seems so much more real yet so surreal at the same time.
I got to see my baby, I got to hear the heart beat.
And when my husband came in and took my hand, I admit that I cried just a little too.
From the measurements they took I am 7 weeks 4 days and due date is estimated to be
May 20th.


Hope you like seeing a little snap shot of my lil' one.
Have a good day!

Thursday, October 6, 2011

First Ultra Sound Today


I’m awake. Have been since around 3 AM, I tried to go back to sleep around 4. That so did not work. After an hour of tossing and turning I got up. Ate a bowl of cereal, and then it hit me. I am getting my first ultra sound today. I finally get to see my baby. I will finally know how far along I really am. I will get to find out if there is only one or if it is twins, since they run in my family and it is my generations turn to produce twins. I can’t begin to describe how excited I am. 10 AM seriously can’t get her fast enough!

By the way, when does this ever insistent craving for chocolate milk go away? Seems like that is all I want anymore. It can’t be regular milk….no, has to be chocolate milk.

On a side not I know I have been so bad at blogging lately. My only excuse is that I have been really tired. I think I have taken more naps now than I ever have in my adult life and I am still tired! I have had almost no motivation to do anything other than sleep. Which totally sounds worse than what it is, I do stuff, now with naps in between. Unfortunately my house is still a mess and not up to my standards. It would be nice if the hubby helped out since most of it is his mess.

I mean seriously, he drags all this stuff out then dumps it in the most inconvenient places. Even before I got pregnant, I could not lift/drag half of it around cause of how heavy it is. I know I am being Betsy Whiner right now but damn it I want his mess cleaned up. If I could I would totally throw it outside, except that would be so mean. Anyway, before I go on a rant about that I will stop, because he did promise to clean it up today. We’ll see.

Oh and look out for ultra sound pictures! I will totally be posting some later today!

Saturday, October 1, 2011

Baby Update


Wow, the last few days I have been so exhausted! The morning sickness has subsided but I think it is only a temporary reprieve. Of course it would be nice if it was gone already. Other than heartburn most of the time and being super tired, most of my symptoms have vanished. I really don’t know if that is a good thing or not.

My first ultra sound is this coming Thursday; I am both super excited and scared out of my mind. I know I saw the nice plus sign four different times now but…

I am still afraid that there will be nothing in my womb. I know I can’t be the only one that has felt this before. I am conflicted, I know that everything will be fine and we will hear our baby’s heart beat and see him or her for the first time. Then there is that other part…

Matt and I have already seen one midwife and we are scheduled to go see the others in the Tri Cities. She eased Matt’s fear of having an at home birth, for which I am happy about. She answered all of our questions and then some. If we were to choose right then and there it would be her.

The reason we didn’t choose her right then and there is because we need to interview other midwives and not choose the first one that we come across.