Afternoon Tea with the Dead

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.

When I was bathing, my grandmother (here after called by her more proper name "Nana") presented herself repeatedly into my mind. In simple terms, every time I would start thinking about something she would pop into my head. As such it is clear to me that she is reaching out. I find this to be significant since it is the first time she has been active in my spiritual life since her passing. I just assume she had some otherworldly Nana stuff to do up until now. Sure I’ve included her in my offerings but this is different.

So I think I’m gonna brew a pot of tea, because Nana was British and kept afternoon tea throughout her life, and sit down and chat with her. I may even make some of her scones as an offering too.

Boidh Se!

-SM

“Lost in a thicket bare-foot upon a thorned path.”