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Ancestor Oracle Cards

I’m a relative newcomer to deathwork, having spoken pretty much only to my Beloved Dead before being trained in spae (aka “oracular seidr”) in 2019, but as I progressed in that I found myself drawn to doing this work on other contexts. When I’m in a spae ritual, that framework does most of the heavy lifting of connecting seer and ancestor, but I was finding that my own skills were sharpening as well, my ability to connect and to hear, and I thought I’d try a different bridge, one with which I was already deeply connected: cartomancy.

So last year around Samhain, as a sort of experiment, I offered five free rituals for “A Message from your Ancestors”. All the participants were aware they were guinea pigs, but they were game to try. After these part few years, it seemed like the Dead were on everyone’s mind, but I kept to my Seidr Guild‘s rule of a-year-and-a-day to let the newly dead cross over and get settled. As I did the first few rituals, however, quickly found that not all the Beloved Dead I was seeking to connect with were willing to use tarot cards to clarify their messages. I have a few oracle decks as well, but none of them were well suited to provide good answers.

My solution? Create my own Ancestor Oracle Cards, first as a list in a notebook, then on blank cards, and finally written into the margins of a deck of regular playing cards with a vintage aesthetic. I paired that with an old silver dollar I bought online and then suddenly the messages were all clearer and brighter and the Dead were more willing to talk!

So here below, for your free personal use, is the list I developed. I set them to specific individual cards (and I’ll be sharing that additional information on my Patreon for my supporters) but I’ll copied them in here alphabetically for your easier perusal. Feel free to expand or adapt to suit the needs of your personal practice, but if you share it elsewhere I’d appreciate credit or a shout-out!

 

  • Abundance

  • Attention

  • Balance

  • Calling

  • Change

  • Choices

  • Compassion

  • Conflict

  • Constraint

  • Discernment

  • Divinity

  • Dreams

  • Expression

  • Family

  • Forgiveness

  • Fractured

  • Gratitude

  • Grounding & Centering

  • Guides & Guardians

  • Harmony

  • Healing

  • Home

  • Hope

  • Inspiration

  • Integration

  • Intention

  • Intuition

  • Journey

  • Joy

  • Learning

  • Love

  • New beginnings

  • Patience

  • Persistence

  • Perspective

  • Power

  • Prayers & Charms

  • Progress

  • Protection

  • Purification

  • The Querent

  • Realization

  • Reflection

  • Release

  • Remembrance

  • Sanctuary

  • Shadows

  • The Spirit

  • Strength

  • Surrender

  • Transition

  • Trust

  • Truth

  • Wisdom


If you’re interested in my ritual, it’s currently on sale in my shop! Check it out: “A Message from your Ancestors”.

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Samhain Season, Spooky Season, and Spicy Spirit Weather

This morning when I woke up, there was frost on the ground – the first frost I’ve seen this year. It’s earlier than the past two years I’ve lived here; previously it was just a few days before or after October 31st. The farmer’s almanac was close though – their prediction this year was the 18th, 3 days ago, and it got down close to freezing then but not quite. I took a few photos on my walk this morning and posted them to my instagram. It was early, just about sunrise, and the neighborhood smelled like woodsmoke – a lovely start to my personal Samhain Season.

While a lot of pagans and witches consider Samhain to be the one day most often celebrated as a neopagan high day (generally November 1st), my personal observance of Samhain includes October 31st (known in Irish as Oíche Shamhna, or November Eve), November 1st through at least the 7th or 8th (the astrological halfway point) and sometimes through the 11th (the adjusted old date, before the calendar shifted), and the first frost, wherever I am. It’s a little loose for a liturgical event, but it’s more than a single day holiday for me. The end of the summer half of the year and the transition to the winter half of the year is a liminal space and I let it take up space in my practice and in my life. Samhain is the name for the whole month of November in modern Irish, and there’s evidence that some of the fire festivals went two weeks in length, and that’s sort of the feel I’m going for. This period also usually coincides with a stellar date that’s important to my practice: the heliacal rising of the star Spica. She’ll rise just after the sun on November 2nd this year, after being gone from the sky for about the last six weeks, and that observance has also become part of my Samhain Season, marking a time of personal transition towards darkness, as I prepare for the winter months.

That transition towards darkness and winter is also a big part of why fall is sometimes called “Spooky Season”, I think. Some people only use “Spooky Season” to refer to the month of October and the run-up to Halloween, but lately I’ve been hearing it about September and November as well, and I think it’s sort of fitting. Autumn is a season of harvest and death and decay, and that can be a bit spooky – in a good way, in my opinion! It’s a good time to reflect on the past and engage with our shadows as the nights become longer and colder. Death is omnipresent, and not just because of Halloween decorations. I start to feel the stirrings of the Wild Hunt on the wind in September most years, and by the first frost at the end of October, they’re running strong most nights. Oiche Shamhna has long been associated with the proximity of otherworldly forces, or the “thinning of the veil” in modern parlance, and with the Dead especially. My own practice around Samhain focuses on the Morrigna, Be Chuille, and the Dead. In my new monthly calendar, I honor the Morrigna in October and Be Chuille (and her family) in November, and my Samhain practice transitions between those two in a way more overlapping than sharply delineated.

The Dead being more present and the Wild Hunt running around both contribute to the seeming uptick in supernatural events, paranormal activity, and general spirit weather that occurs this time of year. I’ve seen more than one post on Facebook reminding fellow witches and pagans to ground and shield and make sure your wards are tight – and with good reason. Not everything riding the wind wishes us well, or is friendly or favorable to our intentions and lives. Nor are they truly evil or even baneful, however – they just Are. I don’t assign moral meaning to forces of chaos or destruction, personally; they can be for good or for ill, just as forces of order and creation can also be used for good or for ill. Wards are fences – as much as I might enjoy the presence of my Local wind riders when I’m walking around at dusk, I do prefer them to stay outside! I stay out of their way, and I hope they’ll stay out of mine, and good neighbors may we be. How much to avoid them and how thick to build wards to feel safe inside is a matter of personal preference, and I recently saw these upticks referred to as “spicy”, which struck me as a perfect analogy! Some people (like me) like their food with a bit of a kick, and while sometimes we might bite into something a little hotter than we can manage, we know how to remedy that situation and generally we can handle it with good humor. Some people, when they bite into something spicy, find only pain and no enjoyment (and sometimes shake their heads at spice lovers in disbelief). There’s no need to engage with the wilder spirit weather if you don’t want to, but it’s my jam, personally, and one of the many reasons I love the fall. Samhain and Bealtaine are probably my two favorite holidays, mostly because of the wild and carnivalesque otherworldly tides of energy surrounding those two times of year, and because of how important both transitional periods are to the Fair Folk I’m connected to. It invigorates me and my practice in ways that steadier energies don’t. So don’t mind me, I’m just gonna take my hot apple cider and be off with the Fairies…

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Crow Folks: Samhain Reflections

There are a number of different timing methods for Samhain in the pagan sphere, but most neopagans agree that it’s somewhere around the turn of October/November in the Northern hemisphere, and it’s inarguably the whole month of November in the modern Irish language (and November-Eve is then Oíche Shamhna). For me, Samhain Season, the time when the Otherworlds are closer to our world, feels like a tide. The tide reaches its peak between October 31st and November 7th, but builds up for most of October and lingers for most of November, with twin small peaks on the dark moons of those two months. I also associate Samhain Season with the first frost, which in my immediate area is usually that same period, from October 30th to November 7th. This year my child was unfortunately ill for most of that time, so our Halloween and Samhain plans were adjusted and made smaller. Still, the night I felt most drawn to do my usual Ancestors divination after my child went to sleep ended up being the night of the first hard frost, which I took as a good omen and a blessing. And tonight, the 7th, is the first time my mind has been clear enough to commune with Na Morigna since the dark moon a few days ago, which also feels like a small affirmation, an acknowledgement of my human frailty, of the difficulty of being a disabled parent caring for a sick child.

I was not sure what to expect from Na Morrigna, for both Samhain and the Dark Moon, but when I approached them I saw the sky reflected in their large cauldron, and I came back from there with three questions:

Which resources are you abundant in, and which do you need more of, to continue our work together?

Where is your magic not working, and what mundane actions can you take to supplement it?

What illusions are holding you back, and what secret fears need to be laid bare and conquered?

They are questions meant for deep reflection, and I can hardly think of a better way to begin this dark half of the year. I’ll be journaling my answers, and if the questions speak to you, I suggest you do the same.


Post image is a stock photo provided by squarespace, in black and white, of black birds in the uppermost branches of trees, with a grey sky above.

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Ancestor Work: My thoughts

Last Sunday, John Beckett wrote a blog titled “We Owe Toxic Ancestors Nothing”, and it spurred a lot of reactions, and thoughts, and commentary (as all his best blogs do). After Sara Amis responded with a blog of their own, “A Theological Argument for Ancestor Reverence”, Beckett wrote a follow-up, “A Pagan Theology of the Dead”. It’s mostly that last one that sparked the blog I’ve written below, but if you haven’t read all three, go do that first. I’ll wait!

While I agree with the broad strokes of Beckett’s first blog, where he and Amis disagree, my own experiences have given me opinions closer to Amis’s. Most of the Ancestors and Beloved Dead I’ve encountered — my own, and those of others I’ve assisted in my healing work and my spae-craft tradition(1) — do seem to have a tangible shift in perception after they pass over, especially if they were skeptical of a life after death, or if illnesses (physical but also mental) contributed heavily to their outlook and attitudes. Who are they, when they are free of their pain?

I don’t think there’s an easy answer that covers every situation and every ancestor — they’re not all suddenly sunshiney helpful loving people, but they might not be as toxic as they were when they were alive, either. I think it’s best to figure out your own boundaries with each individual. Some of them might be truly sorry for the pain and suffering they caused and may have both the willingness and the ability to help you now. Some may not even answer when you call. That isn’t to say that you need to reach out to everyone — I agree with Beckett that you probably shouldn’t try that with anyone you’re likely to find triggering — but not everything is such a hard line, and you may want to meet with someone in your grey areas before you decide if they’re going to be welcome at your altar.

For example: one of my mother’s uncles was a bit of a hellion in life, and died by suicide. I did not expect to meet him in my journeys, as he died before I was born, but nonetheless he showed up and revealed to me that he’d found his peace and had become something of a family psychopomp. I suddenly remembered my maternal grandmother telling me that her mother (my great-grandmother and the mother of that great-uncle), had told her about a strange dream she’d had a week before her death, where she saw her son and he held her hand as they walked up to a door. Pieces fell into place, and I had a new understanding of what kind of Ancestor my great-uncle had become.

You probably should try to include anyone who was supporting and loving to you in life, even if you weren’t open about your practice before they passed. See what kind of set up will make them most at ease, but it may surprise you: people who were very religiously orthodox in life may have slightly broader opinions about what kind of truths are possible, now that they’ve passed on. Just the fact that you’ve managed to contact them might help shift their perspective. Additionally, I often find that ancestors who are uncomfortable with the idea of tarot are more willing to use simple oracle cards(2), and many who balk at talk of “offerings” will nonetheless accept a cup of coffee.

It’s also important to reiterate that we all have so many more ancestors than we think about, so even if you can’t or won’t talk to the last two or three generations of your blood ancestors, you can call upon any of ancestors who have done the work of integration and healing necessary to become “Big A” Ancestors: spirits who can and will help and support you in both your magical and your mundane life. These are the ones you should turn to for help, and to keep your other ancestors in line, as you and they work to clear generational trauma, either by conscious effort, or just by you living the best life you can.

When you’re beginning to work with the Dead, you need to come to the table with an open mind, rather than preconceived notions, which may limit your ability to reach the Ancestors who may be the best fit for you. I often hear people say “none of my ancestors were queer” but I find it almost impossible to believe that none of our ancestors were queer, even in the modern period. No one was bisexual? No one was asexual? No one was gay or trans but closeted? And that same line of reasoning works for “they would all tell me I’m going to burn in hell for doing witchcraft”. Really? None of your ancestors ever practiced folk magic of any type? Don’t judge your entire lineage by the living members of your family! You may be surprised who you find when you reach out.

For example, I was in a ritual (led by others) a few years ago that called on a number of different Goddesses that are associated with Crones or Death, and during it we were told to reach out to our ancestors, and I had a sudden wish to meet someone, anyone, who “would recognize their craft in my own.” As much as I try not to have expectations, I did sort of expect someone from my Irish or Scottish family lines, considering how much of my craft involves the Fair Folk, but instead Baba Yaga showed up in her chicken-legged hut, and beckoned me inside where I met an Ancestor I now call “Babcia L”(3), a cunning woman and herbwife from the Slavic side of my family instead. While I have a vague idea of the geographic location and century she lived in, I have no idea what her days of birth or death are, so while I honor most of my Beloved Dead (those whom I knew in life) on their birth and death days, I decided to honor my Babcia L on her name day instead, which is a customary day of celebration in a lot of Eastern European countries.

It’s also worth mentioning that the Ancestors you honor don’t even have to be blood relatives. They could be pioneers in your field, trailblazers who began the activism you’re continuing, artists whose art inspires your own. A lot of deceased celebrities become folk heroes, and I think that’s how it has always worked, in ancient Greece and also today. One of my friends, Ron Padrón of White Rose Witching, has a great blog that does regular Queer Ancestor spotlights, and it’s been super inspiring for people who normally shy away from ancestor work due to bad experiences in their family of origin. Honoring your ancestors shouldn’t have to be painful or triggering; you can have boundaries with the Dead just the same as we have boundaries with the living.

I agree with the assertion in Beckett’s second blog, that the Dead have things to be doing: the work of integration and healing and sorting themselves out, and whatever else is necessary. That they are “busy” would make a certain amount of sense for why they are sometimes hard to reach. I also believe in reincarnation, and that some of us will reincarnate repeatedly in the same family line; that makes sense to me, and fits somewhat with what I’ve experienced. However, when we have these discussions about who the Dead are, and whether they’re a Higher-Self/Soul wearing a mask or if the personality itself is somehow surviving, while I see lots of discussion of a multiplicity of souls (which is my general impression given my experiences, but I’m agnostic as to how many souls and what sort of system), I don’t normally see much discussion of one thing I think is absolutely crucial to our understanding of the Dead and how they may or may not change: mythic time.

I do not believe the Dead and the lands of the Dead flow in time the same way that we do in our mundane world. I think it’s entirely possible that when we are contacting one of our Beloved Dead, known to us well in life but passed on, the whole time they are watching us and interacting with us and coming to our altars which for us is decades, may be but a few moments to them. And the reverse could be true as well: they may spend what seems to them an eon learning to integrate and heal in order to help their descendants, and then when they finally emerge from that work to speak with us and guide us, we perceive it as only a few months since their passing. And those two examples are only of two timelines in parallel relationship: we may also have to consider that time is not linear in the Otherworlds, that there many not be what we’d recognize as a clear progression of time.

I see more discussion about mythic time when we speak about the Gods: most of us have probably heard the questions about how someone can honor two Gods at the same altar when we have lore about a quarrel between Them, and perhaps seen someone answer that the two also have stories where They are allies, and that their UPG leads them to believe that despite the stories, the two Gods are contented to receive offerings together. Time does not constrain the Gods — they move through it or outside of it as they please — and I believe the same can be said for both the Fair Folk and the Dead.

It can be difficult to think of time as something flexible and maybe even optional, instead of something abstract but concrete and unyielding, but I think when working with spirits generally and the Dead in particular, we need to release our grip on the “timeline”. As I’ve been known to quip: time is fake, ya’ll! Just do the work that needs doing.


Image for this post is of part of my home Ancestor shrine, featuring a resin skull shaped candle holder with glass insert, a black glass with a skull image on it, a few pieces of jewelry, a funeral card, and a roll of necco wafers.

Notes:

1. Spae is a verb in Middle English and Scots meaning “to see, predict, or foretell” and by spae-craft here I am referring to the practice of rituals done to receive wisdom from the Dead, derived from the Hrafnar tradition as outlined in Diana Paxson’s “The Way of the Oracle”, and modified slightly by my teachers when they founded the Potomac Seidr Guild Ondvegisulur.

2. I’ve used the Vintage Wisdom Oracle with good results, but I’m also developing a deck of my own: simple cards with words like “Compassion”,
”Regret”, and “Legacy”.

3. “L” here is an initial to stand in for the name I call her, but I did not want to share her whole name this publicly.

Samhain 2018

My Samhain Season began with my transition into darkness, timed to the heliacal rise of Spica (a star or multi-star system in the constellation Virgo) on October 24th, the same day as the full moon.  The timing was something I discovered by accident, as I fell down a rabbit hole of faery holidays and stellar timing following Morgan Daimler’s revelations about the Pleaides.  Spica seems to be closely associated with my Faery Queen, whom I call The Starflower Queen, and she has a sort of light-in-darkness and darkness-in-light balance to her energies that reminds me of the Chinese yin yang symbol.  I had noticed on previous years that her transition into darkness happened before November Eve, but this year I really dove into star charts and paid careful attention and though I believe her transition from light to darkness is somewhat gradual, the bulk of the transition seems to occur between the heliacal rise of Spica (when it rises before the sun) and when Spica is at its zenith in conjunction with the sun, which happens much closer to November Eve. (I’m still not 100% clear on whether it’s the zenith at noon or the sun conjunction that matters more, but the zenith at noon was easier to calculate: October 30th this year.)

Hallowed Homecoming, which was the subject of my previous blog post, began my ancestor work and my work with the Morrigna.  For the Ancestor Altar there, I prepared a small charm box, in a repurposed Sucrets container.  (I’m a huge fan of witchy upcycling.)  Inside I placed a sodalite stone from an incomplete rune set carved with Othala, a fortune from a fortune cookie that bore the phrase “missing you” in English and Chinese, and a purple paper heart into which I spoke the names of some of my most beloved ancestors.  It spent the weekend on that altar, among other tokens and pictures, and then it came home with me to my own ancestor shrine.

I did very little on the 31st.  We passed out candy, and though I expected to pull cards for my Crow Folk, I was told I had to Wait.  So, I worked on memorizing some more of the chants for the ritual I was helping plan, and I waited.  I did not feel called to pull cards to speak to any of my ancestors, either – I had received the messages that were most important during the main ritual at Hallowed Homecoming.

On the 2nd of November, I attended a Memorial and solidarity Shabbat Service at a local synagogue with my husband’s family, and that was an especially poignant evening of Ancestral Communion.  It was also a much needed balm for my grief, and I came away glad for the community I live in, and wishing that my own faith was better represented in it.

On the 3rd, I gathered with some friends at a friend’s house, and together the nine of us had a ritual to the Morrigna, which was powerful despite our greenness and small number.  Afterwards we had a pot luck, and there was an ancestor shrine set up in one room for people to visit and take time at.  My little sucrets container sat among other tokens for another evening.

Now it is the 7th, the day of the Dark Moon, and my Samhain season comes to a close.  I am finishing these blogs as the sun goes down, and then I will pull cards and dream on them, seeking a message from the Morrigna.  Tomorrow, I will write up a blog for the Dark Moon, and I will begin to pull cards for all the Crow Folks who have requested them.