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graveyarddirt · 1 year

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Hagging Out: April [🧹]

Thinking about taking part? Reply to this entry - or send me a DM - and I'll add you to the list of April Hags. 💀

and if you have a favour to request, upon walpurgis night just mention it. -- mephistopheles, 'faust'

WHO: To join this challenge you must 1.) identify as a hag (trans, non-binary, and dude Hags welcome!), and 2.) be 30 years or older. While not mandatory, all former participants have been some flavor of pagan or witch or Christian, so incorporating the challenge into your practice or devotional schedule isn't just tolerated, it's encouraged!

WHAT: This month we're going for a 'Choose Your Own Adventure' theme, with a focus on the rituals, workings, customs, festivities, and/or sabbat spectacles of Witches' Night [aka Walpurgisnacht & Hexennacht], Beltane, May Day, and International Workers' Day.

WHERE: In the convenience of your home! Unless, of course, you want to be a bit extra. Whatever you decide to do, and wherever you decide to do it, be sure to tag your posts with #Hagging Out so fellow crones can follow along. (Over the past few years we've essentially strong-armed everyone else out of the tag and claimed it as our middle-aged Hag fort, LMFAO.)

WHEN: April 30th-May 4th! Participating Hags are encouraged to complete their challenge and write their entry when it suits their schedule, then pick one of the five "open" days - April 30th, May 1st, May 2nd, May 3rd, or May 4th - to post it.

WHY: To consolidate our strengthening crone powers and exchange tips on the best way of covering stubborn greys. And because it's occasionally nice to be social in the comfort of your own home without actually having people over.

HOW: However the eff you want! Planning on getting totally witch-faced at sabbat, or using the evening's abundant vibes to provide some ooomph to a working or project? Tell us about it! Dusting off the broom and brushing through that second skin to get 'em squeaky for Brocken? Building a bonfire? Constructing a maypole or a May garland? Enjoying a special, seasonal meal? We want the deets, yo!

PLAYLIST: A Hagging Out sabbat social needs a sabbat social playlist! If you're participating in this month's challenge comment with a song you'd like to add to our Witches' Night and May Day themed playlist: https://youtube.com/Hagging Out Hexennacht.

...and remember: what happens at Brocken, stays at Brocken. 😈

💀 April Hags: @msgraveyarddirt @lupinelace @moeder-geit @satsekhem @hrusewif @friend-crow @goddess29 @vine-black @goadthings @aircea @stormcrow513 @relikdigitali @coaleyed @wildwood-faun @crazycatsiren @heathird @thedosianexplorer @buddyblanc @casa_de_cadejo @aquatixwitch

#hagging out #hagging out 2023 #hexennacht #walpurgisnacht #witchcraft

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sappy-witch · 1 year

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🔥🌜 Celebrating Walpurgis Night 🌛🔥

Hello darlings 🥰

As the long, dark winter months come to an end, we welcome the coming of spring and the promise of renewal. One of the most magical nights of the year is Walpurgis Night, a celebration that occurs on the night of April 30th.

Walpurgis Night, also known as Hexennacht or May Eve, is a pagan festival that dates back to ancient times. It was originally a night to celebrate the end of winter and the beginning of the planting season. Today, it is a time to embrace the return of light and warmth, and to honor the spirits of nature 🌷✨

To celebrate Walpurgis Night, you can light bonfires, dance around Maypoles, and create beautiful floral wreaths to wear in your hair. It's a night to let go of the old and welcome the new, and to connect with the earth and its cycles.

Some popular ways to celebrate Walpurgis Night include:

🔥 Lighting bonfires or candles to honor the return of the sun.

🌸 Creating floral wreaths and garlands to wear or hang in your home.

🕯️ Holding a ritual to honor the spirits of nature and ask for their blessings.

💃 Dancing around a Maypole to celebrate the fertility of the earth.

🌿 Planting seeds or starting a garden to welcome the spring.

Remember, the energy of Walpurgis Night is all about renewal, growth, and new beginnings. Embrace the energy of the season and allow yourself to let go of the old and welcome the new.

If you're celebrating Walpurgis Night this year, be sure to share with the Sappy Witch Coven by submitting your post to connect with other witches and pagans around the world 🥰

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nonalimmen · 2 years

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Once we were burned but now we fly. Blessed Hexennacht!

#Nona Limmen #ghost maidens #Hexennacht #walpurgisnacht

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hellcatazura · 1 year

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Hell-bound for Satan, this demoniac witch with heart black as pitch graces the ground of Brocken

Photo and rope assistance: Stephie Scarlet Horns: StoryTeller Cosplay

#shibari #bd/sm rope #witchcraft #witch #witch aesthetic #hexennacht #walpurgisnacht #satanist #satanic #alternative #alt model #goth #demon #demon girl #demonic #666 #nonbinary #forest #azura rose

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lailoken · 1 year

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Dressing the Wishing Bush

An important Walpurgis custom of ours has long been the traditional Dressing of the May Bush. This year, though, things have gone a bit differently.

In the past, we would harvest a small branch of blooming Hawthorn on April 30, which we would set before the home and decorate with Clooties. We would ideally ornament the living Matron Whitethorn by our front gate, but we have been discouraged from drawing attention to her unnecessarily, lest we risk attracting the unwelcome. As such, we've used a small switch from the Matron tree each year.

This year, however, we were given leave to harvest a special thorn-broom from her central bole that we've admired for years. We will dry this specimen, following today's celebration, and reuse it every year. What's more, we have been guided in establishing a different form of the May Bush, and so was born the Wishing Bush.

We used keys to represent an array of wishes for the coming year—however small—which we consecrated and tied with colorful loops of charm-knotted cord. These keys were then hung from the Hawthorn and earnest entreaty was given to the Whitethorn Mother, that She might help bring these wishes to fruition. On the next day, the cords will be cut and burned in the smoldering remnants of the Hexennacht Fire—that the Hawhthorn-blessed wishes might be carried on the wind to the powers that be. The keys, in turn, will be cleansed in hallowed waters, for future use.

#may bush #wishing bush #hawthorn #whitethorn #whitethorn mother #walpurgis #hexennacht #wending way #folk magic #traditional witchcraft

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crazycatsiren · 1 year

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Today at sunset I will be sure to be making the local clergy question my motives. Merry Hexennacht it shall be, witches! To mirth, to mischief!

#mother witch ramblings #hexennacht #witchblr #life in germany #witches of the world #witches of europe #may eve

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henbane-and-honeysuckle · 1 year

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The Hexennacht that wasn't...and other May Day Adventures

An unfortunate spirit attachment issue has kept me from planning and carrying out the full extent of what I wanted to do for Hexennacht. It's been a very draining, stressful, and illness filled month.

So on Sunday I went to a local lake I've been developing a relationship with and attempted to complete my Todaustragen ceremony wherein winter/death is driven out and reborn as spring/summer/life. I've been planning this since February and decided this rite was more accessible to me in my current state than a wild night of witchy hedonism and spirit flight would be. Traditionally this rite is done around the spring equinox or Easter but it was still extremely winter™️ here at that time.

However on Hexennacht it was way too windy for me to actually burn the effigy, the wind snuffed out any attempt at a fire immediately. So I proceeded with the drowning portion of the rite and then let the spirits guide me on what to do next. I was guided to several significant hidden locations along the lakeshore that I'll be returning to for sure.

The following day, May day, I heard about the destruction of a significant prairie remnant just a few hours from where I live. Thousands of years of untilled land and unique flora gone due to random pesticide spraying. I felt moved to explore a local prairie restoration effort just over the border in Iowa to pay my respects. What I meant to be a quick check in on the state of the regrowth there turned into a 3 hour long hike.

The patch of Elder is just starting to develop buds and the Red Dogwood is very present. I intended to obtain some Cottonwood buds or fluff but I think I was too early for the fluff and too late for the buds. The Blackberry bushes have leafed out and the Nettle is absolutely everywhere. Down in the valley, there was a significant presence of Woodland Phlox, a very potent indicator of the local spirits and an appropriate omen for May day.

The hike was much longer than I planned and ended up being quite the ordeal physically and spiritually. I felt tested and teased, turning down paths that didn't lead where I expected them to or were much longer than I expected. With my walking stick in hand and the fierce wind ranging, I felt kinship with and watched by the Old Grey Wanderer. I saw parts of this land I've never witnessed before, despite visiting this location many times. I ended up walking along the very boundaries of the reserve and hiking up the highest point of elevation there.

Eventually I came across a grove of Juniper trees to whom I confessed being rather lost and exhausted, Juniper being a spirit much associated with Right Relations and gift giving, amongst many other things. Shortly afterwards I ended up back at my car grateful to be heading home and quite exhausted but appreciative of this land and this season.

#Hexennacht #traditional witchcraft #personal ramblings #maybe ill be better in time for old Hexennacht in a couple weeks

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hauntedtotem · 1 year

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Hexennacht

#My art #Weirdcore #Digital art #Satanic panic #religious themes #artwork #Eyestrain #hexennacht #Demoncore #Occult

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stormcrow513 · 1 year

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Hagging Out April/May Hexennacht/May Day/Beltane 2023

@graveyarddirt

So I actually managed to celebrate both Hexennacht AND May Day/Beltane this year! Go me!

So I spent the 29th 30th and 1st completely Witch faced high, lol

I got a shit load done, I did some cleaning, smacking out a lot of dead/shitty energy,

Combining that with a road opening and shit ton of blessing work,

I also thoroughly gave Offerings, April was such a fuck awful month I wanted to forcibly shove it out the door and lock the door behind it, I was so tired I was actually dreading Hexennacht this year cause I hadn't had time or energy to really plan anything or set things up well,

But somehow *cough* cannabis *cough* I became a fucking whirlwind and got everything done, and had a fucking blast,

I have to make do with a candle on my bedroom floor as a fire, but frankly it works just as well as when I was able to do outdoor rituals when we first moved here,

This was my second year with my Mighty Steed and Snakey Wand,

Though I've had that Steed since I was a little girl, you ever have something from before you started a magic path and one day go 'oh hey', that was me with that horse head cane,

See as a kiddling I fucking love collecting two things, rocks and sticks, I had a whole area in my basement 'playroom' (it was half done fucking dungeon, cause my father never finished shit, and it creeped me the holy hell out, but it was where I kept my sticks,) I had em all nicely sorted,

Anyway this gave me an appreciation for walking sticks and canes, my ma had her uncle's old cane I was always trying to play with, but dude was a big fucker, and cane was good deal bigger then me and ma knew I'd never grow into it like I'd been hoping, she found this horse head cane the head snapped and therefore adorable for her, she grabbed it up and brought it home to me, with plans to fix it up I was delighted I spent hours sitting in her closet rubbing my little hands over it,

Ma never was able to fix it up, but surprisingly through all the moves, and that time we asked my sister if she could store some of our stuff and she agreed and then went through it all and tossed and sold most of it,

Horse somehow made it, and I'd been keeping it in my closet,

Also funny enough I grew into it almost perfectly,

I realized a couple years ago while trying to come up with a Sabbat Steed that uh hello I had a perfect one sitting patiently waiting for me to get my shit together, lol,

So I before even fixing the head, started working it, cleaned it up nice, put the pieces near me while sleeping on Sabbat nights, bring it into circle, ect. Last year I finally put the dear together enchanted and Named horse, and off to the Sabbat we went, with my new snake wand tagging along,

And so we flew again this year!

May 1st is also my great aunt who raised my ma's birthday, I never got to meet her but I owe her my existence so I went to put a Coke can (her fav) out for her when I got a shock of a 'welo don't put the whole damn can down' so instead I shared a can with my great aunt for her birthday,

After that I did some work with The Spirit Of The Land, to bridge a better connection between us, that went extremely well

#hagging out #hagging Out 2023 #Hexennacht #Beltane #May day #hagging out April #hagging out Hexennacht

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pagan-stitches · 9 days

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The May Eve/Walpurgisnacht/Hexennacht/Pálení čarodějnic embroideries and the wildflowers that inspired them.

Ratany, verbena, spiderwort, hairy vetch, doves-foot cranes-bill, Carolina geranium, violet wood sorrel (2 pictures, leafs followed by bloom), Venus’ looking glass, cut-leaf tooth cup, and wild petunia.

#Pálení čarodějnic #Walpurgisnacht #hexennacht #may eve #devotional embroidery #folk embroidery #May Queen #Arkansas River Valley #Ozark foothills #wildflowers #purple #green #cross stitch

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thegodthief · 1 year

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Nothing was going the way it was supposed to. The components were sub-optimal. The day was sub-optimal. My preparations were sub-optimal. And by the time the sun had set, I was so dejected by all of my shortcomings that I just wanted to walk away from everything because if I couldn't do it right the first time, what the fuck was I trying to do anything at all.

"I don't know why I keep trying," I thought to myself. "I'm not what I thought I would be and nothing like I know I could have been."

The previous day I had received several visitations and dreams regarding Hexennacht. Some entities were not pleased that I had committed to honoring the night, and some entities were very pleased. Some were indifferent and some asked for stories. One in particular made the briefest of appearances. Just enough to speak to me. Not enough to hear anything I had to say in their wake.

"I know what you think you are. And I know what you are when you stop thinking. Long I have sat with the former. I look forward to greeting the latter tonight."

Foreshadowing? Isn't that a type of art brush?

By the time night fell, no preparations had been made. I had to completely rethink what I was going to do in the remaining time. Very well then, I would do the minimum possible so that I could count the obligation as met. This did nothing for my mood and what little I was thinking of myself fell even further.

It's Hexennacht and I'm going to ride out as a witch. My steed of choice: Absinthe.

Because reasons, I have a stemless martini glass that is only used for this drink. And this drink is only used for certain commitments. There's nothing hallucinogenic about the liquor, though the taste is something to get used to and the strength is such that drinking it straight is ill-advised. But its properties in the bottle and in the glass aligns with certain associations that I am attempting to walk beside.

And so, here I am, with a shot of absinthe to one side, and a cup of ice-cold water to the other side, and the empty martini glass in between.

The room is stilled. The words are said. The table light is turned off. The fluids are mixed.

The only light now within the room is that seeping through the blinds from outside. It takes me a bit to get used to the very dim light. I can see the table now. I can see the glass upon it. I can sort of see the dense fluid within it, but all color has been removed from my perception. The glass holds a cold amount of liquid shadow, from which is rising various scents of green.

It smell dry, which is so strange for something so wet. The different botanicals that went into the flavoring of the drink are dominated by anise, but as I hold still, I can sort out some of the herbs that gave of themselves as well. But I am not here to be a snob about whether I can identify them all.

I'm here trying to sort out if the sounds of revelry I think I hear are from the apartments outside or from my imagination inside.

There is no sugar in my concoction. When I first tasted it, I splurged on a special sugar spoon and a box of sugar cubes. Determined to partake of anise in "the right way", I tried to duplicate the legendary French experience. And quickly realized that legendary means nothing if it gets in the way. The spoon was put aside, and the sugar cubes remained in the kitchen. Something about sweetening the drink took away from the purpose of making it.

It needed to remain bitter.

I didn't think I would get used to it.

I found that when drinking absinthe recreationally, yes, I needed the sugar but I would also stretch out partaking of it. To the point where the contents would warm up to room temperature as befitting the impudent and rude uncultured creature as I am.

But this wasn't recreationally and this wasn't in leisure. So sip by measured sip, I worked through the glass. Letting the taste change as it warmed in my mouth and slipped over a suffocating tongue. Letting moldavite words float past my lips into the thickening air of the room as I called again into the night.

The ambient light dimmed. The sound of debauchery increased.

But I kept myself in my chair and did not rush to join in. There was someone I needed to wait for and an escort to make sure that I didn't wander so far away that it would be a struggle to get back.

"Mistress!" A small hand slipped into mine. "Let's go! Let's go, Mistress! Stop trying to be in control of everything and let's go!"

I looked down to what should have been a solid wall to my side. An open space extended beyond, and the smell of pine was heavy in the breeze coming from that space. "Oh?"

"Yes, Mistress!" The spirit, for some reason presumably an imp, was now pulling on my hand with both of their own. They were wrapped in a cloth of a certain color that left their arms and legs unbound. Their face was like that of a child, as long as you overlooked the short horns framing their brow. "It will be good, Mistress, for us to join them."

"Hmm." I let them pull on my arm as one indulges an active child, but made no attempt to stand. "The glass is not empty, yet. I should not leave until it is."

They were active and animated and kept attempting to draw my attention to them and away from the thick and wild bushes not far behind them. From beyond the bushes I heard laughter and squeals and could catch more scents of burning wood and burning incense and burning herbs that all promised to make my transition to that otherworld easy.

"Hmm. Tell me, you little wicked thing, why do you call me 'Mistress'?" I pulled them away from the opening and held fast as they tried to pull me out of the chair.

"Because I'm your familiar and you are my mistress, Mistress!" They laughed and showed too many teeth with too many points. I should have been afraid to see it, but the absinthe's warmth made me immune to such mature concerns. "Am I not as you wished me to being, Mistress? As I was given to you, Mistress?"

"Ah. I see, I see." I stopped playing and held still with eyes wide open. "I see you as you are!"

I twisted my hand out of theirs and snatched a fistful of cloth just under their chin. Pulling them off the ground and holding them in front of my face, I was aware that my eyes had changed in some way but I was not concerned with how.

I was concerned with the lack of certain tells.

"I see you are not my Adiutor, liar!"

I stood and realized that the ceiling was not reflecting my words back to me. I looked up and saw the canopy of a dense forest that was so thick, the stars struggled to be seen through it. "Take back your bait! I will not be your prey this night!" With a grossly dismissive backhanded throw, I hurled the imp into the wall of shrubbery holding back other spirits. The imp complained about the mistreatment until the branches swallowed them up. From behind the quivering and feral hedge, I heard a mix of giggling mirth and sour disappointment.

On one side of me was my room as it should have been. On the other side of me was a deepening forest. I knew all I had to do was to step away from the chair and my transportation to that place would be complete.

But I wasn't going to go anywhere without my escort.

As I kept my gaze upon the forest, I held out the hand that was towards my normal room.

"Adiutor, attend me."

"Yes, Master."

Their hands slipped around mine with a texture that only I could expect. She wore the right color and had the right proportions. She bore the right presence and used the right balanced timbre of sarcastic servitude. Even though in this presentation she was a different size than I was used to, there is nothing corporeal about her, and what Adiutor looks like means very little as opposed to how her presence feels.

"Are you going to test me, Master?" She let her disappointment answer her question.

"You mean, test you further? No need."

"Very well, Master."

I kept my gaze towards the forest but tilted my head towards her. "I'm surprised you let them try."

She gripped my hand tighter. "I'm surprised you let them go on as long as you did. What gave it away, Master?"

"They miscalled me. You have never called me 'Mistress'. Not by word, not by meaning. I truly never realized it until tonight."

"Then why let them go on for so long, Master?"

"I was curious about their goal." I sat back down and the ceiling solidified to the rough texture as it should be. I turned away from the forest to face Adiutor and the wall reflected sound and warmth as it had been from the start. I looked back at the table in front of me and saw I had only imbibed half of the prepared absinthe.

"Oh dear."

"Problem, Master?"

"If I'm seeing things only halfway through the glass, then there's no telling what the entire glass is going to do to me."

Adiutor patted my arm. "Master, do you trust me to lead you back to yourself no matter where you might wander?"

I looked at her attempt to present an innocent face. "I do. If only because I know the consequences if you don't."

She grinned, feral and daring. I suppose I should have been afraid of this too, if she hadn't been matching my sense of self at that moment. "Then I will. Because this is one portion of how I serve you, Master."

She asked me what I hoped to accomplish tonight. I answered truthfully in that I hoped to accomplish my obligation to be present, but that I also had no idea what being present would look like. Only that the absinthe would get me where I needed to be.

"Master, the servants of my lord approach with words and messages. Will you hear them?"

I was two-thirds through the glass of absinthe. Though my eyes were open, I could not recognize the light that came through the blinds but failed to make its presence known to me. Despite the window being open and the dense housing area being dense with activity, I heard only Adiutor's words and the thickness of a deafening silence filling the room.

"I will hear them, Adiutor. Bid them entry and greet them on my behalf."

I heard her greet them in a language that never existed. They conversed with a tongue beyond my understanding. I felt my hands being placed on the table and covered with something large, hairy, and segmented. That thing filled my hands and lifted them to my throat where they manipulated my fingers to grip my neck softly but securely.

"In the name of our lord, we hail and greet you." I felt my voice vibrating in my chest but the tone was not one I could create. "It is well that you did not leave to be devoured, for this night, you shall [be] a different way. But it is not yet time for that, and so, listen to our message."

They spoke. They gestured. They called me out for errors I was aware of and brought to my attention omissions that had escaped me.

When my voice cracked dry, they wet it by sipping the dregs of the absinthe. They spoke and challenged me to check their message by Adiutor, who they reminded us, was duty bound to be faithful to me. Whether they were reminding her or me, I am still not sure.

"And so, our message ends as our lord arrives. In peace we arrive and in peace we depart." My body sighed as the dense presence shorn itself from my throat. I was able to see that a shallow wetness remained in the glass. I felt Adiutor genuflect beside me and I turned to look at her.

She had no shape to be perceived, but I felt her presence there just the same.

"Finish what you have started, and then I shall begin my work. I have no need to fly with what you think you should fly to. And have every desire to fly with what you are."

He unfolded his presence before me. I suppose, if I had been sober, I would still be screaming from the impossible perception. I don't recall who lifted the glass to my lips and tilted it so that every drop was drained. I only recall the embrace of herbs coming upon me so strong, for a moment, I thought I was attending my burial and bundles of fresh and dried herbs were being placed about my body.

The glass was removed and I felt a heaviness that should never come from any alcoholic drink. My body was just too much to deal with right now. I wanted to leave it behind and be anywhere but here.

He held out a hand. "Come."

I spoke his name and went.

Next I know, it is the morning and I am in bed. All is right in the room and it is time to get up for the day. But what happened between my departure and my return is for Adiutor to torment me with until I get up to something worse.

#Hexennacht #Hexennacht 2023 #tw: alcohol

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