Familiars, Faery-Mates, and the Other Self: Part III

“Never wake a sleeping sorcerer…”

Part I, Part II

In my previous posts, we discussed the Familiar and the Faery-Mate. Now, I shall write about the Other Self.

The Other Self is, quite simply, the astral self. Though I am loathe to use the term astral, it is easier to explain it as such. It is the part of the soul that flies forth, that shape shifts, that borrows. It is the Shadow, the Mind, the Second Skin, as it were. Witches have the ability to control this Etheric Double and cause it to do have effects upon the world and the Otherworld.

Of all the these Other beings, this Other Self is the most readily available, and the easiest to be aware of. How often have you fallen asleep, dreamt of flying, only to fall INTO your body? Or felt as though you were floating above your body, or peeling away from the physical self whilst meditating or trancing? That is the subtle body.

It is very fragile, and can easily be possessed, which is why when travelling it is so necessary to protect it with charms and ritual protection. Whenever one deals with the Other, it is wise to create some sort of protection.

I have found the best way to access this subtle body is simply going into trance, however you personally feel that needs to be done. For me, rocking back and forth and drumming with rhythmic breathing work really well for me. Or if one simply wishes to feel what the other body feels like, sit for a moment and focus your awareness on yourself. After a while there will be a tingling sensation throughout the body. Focus on this sensation, and feel where it is coming from. Where does it go? I have been able to cause this sensation to rock in and out of my body, and eventually fly off. Often I have awoken in the night with this sensation of rocking side to side within my sleeping body, all the while with my sight slightly above my physical form. Freaked me out the first time it happened, hehe!

Eventually through working with this subtle self, one can project their consciousness into it. This may come naturally for some, harder for others. For me it was kind of hard, and I have found that entheogens really free up my ability to slide out of my skin, as it were. The first time I took Sarah’s mandrake ointment was the first time that I felt truly comfortable slipping out of my skin and into the air. I felt no fear. I turned into a bird, and could physically feel the rain beating against my wings. And I could “pop” out of that body and watch my self, and then go back into it. And now I’m completely comfortable.

It’s all about being comfortable letting go, and knowing that you will be safe within the correct environment. The Mask exercise given earlier will also help with this. Then you can use this subtle body to borrow and ride animals and plants, be in two places at once, dream, fly, shape shift, what have you. It is part of you, and what is part of you, you can control.

Further Reading

A Deed Without a Name, Lee Morgan

North Star Road, Kenneth Johnson

Call of the Horned Piper, Nigel Jackson

Witch of Forest Grove 1, 2

Familiars, Anne Franklin

Animal Speak, Ted Andrews

Seeing in the Dark, Deatsman and Bowersox

Witchcraft in England, Christina Bole

Your lord is not my Shepherd

No one is my shepherd, for I am not a sheep.
I do not want, because I sustain myself.
I shall lie wherever I please,
And swim through murky ponds and raging rivers.
I shall find the pieces of my own soul,
And heal them through my own power.
I shall take the Middle, Crooked Road.
It is long and winding,
But at least I am not scratching myself with thorns
For someone else’s safety.
Oft do I walk through the valley of Death,
I do not fear it, I am one with it.
My staff and sword protect me,
For I have forged them myself.
I prepare my own table,
To celebrate my friends, and curse my enemies.
I anoint myself with poisonous medicine,
And fly forth in Spirit.
My cup is bottomless,
For there is always something to Know!
Power and humility shall be with me always,
And through my devotion
I shall dwell in the Kingdom of the Red Goat
For all eternity.

Nema!

~Eric Angus Jeffords, 2012

Review: A Deed Without A Name

A Deed Without a Name: Unearthing the Legacy of Traditional Witchcraft by Lee Morgan

I was very excited to read this book when I first saw it on Tumblr. Reading some of the preview snippets, I saw some topics that I had never read about, and was interested to see the author’s viewpoint on some topics that I -did- know about. So, naturally, when the book arrived I devoured it!

I will begin by saying that this book has an impressive bibliography, citing such authors as Emma Wilby, Carlos Ginzburg, and Claude Lecouteux to support Morgan’s arguments. She also uses folklore, and various incidents of historic witchery to back up her claims. That alone makes me smile and love this book. So many books on witchcraft do not do this well, and Morgan does it VERY well.

The first chapters defined what witchcraft is, and was, and how it applies to modern individuals. The author is part of the philosophy that only a select few are called to the path of witchery, and find this through various means. One of these paths that was touched up on frequently was the concept of the fetch-mate, which I shall go into a little later. She also touches base on the concept of witch as “shaman”, and defines what this means, exactly.

The term shaman, unfortunately  has been butchered by anthropologists. The term is now applied to any, and all practices that consist of ecstatic trance techniques, otherworld travel, and various other techniques. While these practices are (for the most part) universal, they should not all be labeled as “shamanism”. The author talks about this, and I commend her for taking the time to explain that “shaman” is not precisely the correct word to use.

By this time I was having a hard time following what the author was trying to say. It was very poorly edited. I would have to read a sentence about twelve times in order to understand what she was saying, and sometimes I couldn’t understand what she was writing at all! This experience was rather disconcerting.

The middle section of the book covered something not usually seen in many books on witchcraft: the concept of the familiar and the fetch-mate. She compared witches from the past and modern witches giving testimonials of how they found their fetch-mate. Isobel Gowdie was brought up often, and her experience with meeting the Devil between two towns, and her initiation into witchcraft. It was uncanny how similar the stories of the modern witches were to those of the past, even when the modern witches had no inkling as to what witchcraft was at the time (they were usually very young).

As I was reading this part of the book, I was struck with a memory from my childhood. There was a girl that I used to play with at a nearby park, and it was ONLY at that park. I would play on the see-saw with her. She was my best friend, when I was young. I remember my father deciding to go home, and I looked back and she was there waving. Then when we got into the car she was gone. I’ve gone back to the precise spot. The see saw is not there, and neither is the girl. She was not a spirit of the dead. And just recently, I remember having a dream of her, but she was older, my age (11). But it was a very vivid dream.

On the subject of dreams, it plays a powerful role in this book. The author talks about how witches, or those that would pursue the path, should view their world. She speaks about how our ancestors may have viewed the world. They did not see a difference between dream and reality, and in some cases claimed that dreams were more important than reality! It was an interesting philosophy to look. The way that our ancestors slept also comes into play.

They slept in four hour bursts (from the sun setting and waking up in the night, to sleeping and waking up at dawn). This is how we -used- to sleep. It is also much healthier to sleep this way. Now, because of this they experienced REM sleep more than we did. Sleep works in a four hour cycle. In this cycle we go from Beta/Alpha to Theta down to Delta (very deep sleep) and then back up to Beta, or REM. We are in Delta for about 90 minutes. The rest of the time we are in REM, just before we wake up. This is the best time to dream. It also easier to remember one’s dreams after a four hour burst. There are many techniques of Lucid Dreaming that incorporate this. Setting your alarm in a four hour, then a six hour, and then an eight hour time will, supposedly, help you realise when you are dreaming, and help you remember them easier. The author encourages the reader to take on a similar philosophy towards sleep, and dreaming.

The rest of the book consists of more information on coming into one’s witchcraft after they have received and been greeted by their familiar spirit. She writes that not all witches are called to practice witchcraft for the same reason. Some may be called to do what is perceived as good, and others for evil. She also goes into information on faery doctors: witches that had a faery familiar, and participated in powerful healing rites, and protection spells.

However, no matter if you are called to bring curses against people, or to heal, all witches are some how part of the Other. The author in the end of the book goes into detail about participating in witch flight and sabbat rites, and crossing over the hedge. I agree with her that witchcraft is about this Otherness. Witches utilise the Other in some form or another. They make the Mysterious and Subtle forces to bend to their will (or is it the Subtle forces bending the witch to THEIR will?) in some form or another, and in some way communicate with this Otherness.

She finishes the book talking briefly about the Master of witchcraft, and also the Lady of Witchdom, and concludes with a few rites and exercises to find one’s familiar, fetch-mate, to feel their second self, a rite on exorcism, and a rite on necromancy.

In the end I would give this book a 6/10. While it has good information, I feel that the author does not go into much detail about the various subjects. She gives the reader tastes of the topics in the various chapters, rather than actually speaking about the topic. I felt, at times, a little underinformed on some of the chapters (Here Be Dragons, Drenching the Ghost, and Riding the Beast being the most notable). The book was also hard to follow, as I have said. Some words were misspelled, some were not even the correct words to use in the right place, sometimes the sentences were poorly punctuated so one had to read it a few times to understand what the writer was trying to portray. At times it felt as though she wanted to start a topic, and then later in the paragraph decide not to finish talking about it.

It was an interesting take on a few topics, but I wish she had gone into more detail on others. Not necessarily -how- but more information on where the topics came from, and how they apply within witchcraft would have been nice.

All in all,  it was an interesting read, but I have read better. It would be good for a beginnger, if not for the tedious task of deciphering terribly edited grammar.

The Invocation of Justice

There is a lovely book on the internet called the Carmina Gadelica. It is full of old Gaelic spells and prayers. A lot of them are post-Christian era, but they conjure up much older images of their native homeland. They can be easily augmented for the witch’s use. Hell, I was using the following one before even knowing it was in the book!

The following is a prayer to invoke Justice. It can be used however one wishes, either as a spell before going into a court, or to force someone to confess. Even parts of it can be used and not the entire thing, which I shall explain.

In the morning, the seeker of justice would make his way down to a place where three rivers met (look, a crossroads!) and chant the following prayer whilst bathing his hands and face:

I will wash my face
In the nine rays of the sun,
As Mary washed her Son
     In the rich fermented milk.

Love be in my countenance,
Benevolence in my mind,
Dew of honey in my tongue,
     My breath as the incense.

Black is yonder town,
Black are those therein,
I am the white swan,
     Queen above them.

I will travel in the name of God,
In likeness of deer, in likeness of horse,
In likeness of serpent, in likeness of king:
     Stronger will it be with me than with all persons.

He would then go to the court and say in undertone, or in his mind:

God sain the house
From site to summit;
My word above every person,
The word of every person below my foot.

And so justice would be with him.

I had found the last line of the prayer:  ”I will travel in the name of God, In likeness of deer, in likeness of horse, In likeness of serpent, in likeness of king: Stronger will it be with me than with all persons.” years ago! I would use it when I became frightened, or when I felt threatened by something. Except I changed the words a bit, and it went something like this:

I will go in the name of the Father
I shall go as the horse and the stag,
I shall go as the slithering serpent,
With the horns upon my brow
None are stronger than I! 

And I would proceed to make the sign of the horns upon my forehead. I would feel protected by my own power, a very satisfying feeling.

There are many charms and prayers in the CG, and I will start putting them to good use!

A Lunar Rite

It is nearing midnight and all is prepared. My fellow crafters and I make our way down into the fields and into a small valley next to a frozen pond. The moon is full and coldly bright. A wonderful night, charged and pregnant.

A fire is lit and charmed with the Dagger of Arte. A special powder is thrown onto the fire sending multicolored sparks into the air like tiny fireflies. Words are intoned to send away those that would hinder the work. A compass is laid strongly with stout staves of wood. The spirits of the Waters and the Land are called, and I feel the Serpent coiling ’round beneath my feet.

Bucca, Bucca, Bucca! Foul and Fair, Goat-Angel! Bucca, Bucca, Bucca. The Skull is alive with Hir powerful gaze. We are in the Goat Stare.

Dancing, laughing, singing in dizzy tones, screaming, howling, wind pulsing, fire raging. Bloody pumping with new-found spirit energy drawn from the Full and Pregnant Moon Serpent. Up into the mind and inflaming it with Cunning virtue.

We are all properly tranced and mazed, as the Cornish say. There is nothing but the moon and my trio of crafters and I, the spirits and the Bucca and the Serpent Red. In this state I say a few well chosen words over a cauldron of various herbs and Moon blessed waters. A charmed potion of sorts to lay upon a sick uncle.

Drumming, spinning, breathing fast. The energy spirals and my friend’s working is complete.

An offering is given up on high and deep below and somewhere in between. The spirits are called, as are our minds. We return to the world of Man and part ways.

A Mystery is shown. Tonight I shall dream and gifts will be given. I am tired, but in a way that feels that I have worked hard toward an equal and powerful goal. Until the next moon.