Yesterday morning I took a blessed bath. It is something I am in the habit of doing at least once in a week. The day varies depending on any workings I am planning—magickal timing is magickal after all. For me it is a holy experience whereby I immerse myself, literally, in the waters of life. If you have never bathed in a tub full of blessed and consecrated water it is clear to me that perhaps you should give it a go.
This blog isn’t about that though, sorry to confuse anyone with the weird intro. See it is relevant because this is where I was and what I was doing when the actual topic of this blog came to mind.
It should be no secret that I work with my ancestors. Such is a key and central part to the Craft and magick in general. I even have two ancestor altars in the house. There is one in the Temple Room for the Mighty Dead and there is a shelf altar I use for making offerings to my blood kin. I’ve been considering setting up a more traditional one though for a more hearth and home based ancestral relationship type practice.