Saying Farewell & Ancestor Veneration

​Preparing for death, the witch annoints himself with the deadly ointment. Though typically for flight to the Otherworld, the plants brewed in the unguent speak of aid offered today as well. Mandrake, Henbane, Belladonna, Mugwort, Dittany of Crete, Jasmine… Plants of death and spirit work. No flight will be needed today, merely a small dab for scent and to have his allies near.

His hand he jewels in Lapis, a stone he sees of Saturn. Around his neck, a silver toad skull, that Toad may aid this transition into a new place and state. In black he goes, but not in total sorrow. He knows death, not as the end, but as a doorway to change.

Around her, her loved ones stand, they pray to their god, led by a pastor. Speaking praises to him. That he forgive her of her sins, that he take her into Heaven. They pray that she may be an angel.

Among them, the witch holds a secret conversation of his own, speaking to their shared ancestors; the mothers, sisters, and nieces passed. He feels their presence in the room as he asks their attendance. “Aid her passing, ease her pain and fears. Take her swiftly and gently. Welcome her to our line long forgotten, that she may find peace in the Otherworld.”

The healers, unable to heal, release their hold upon her life and she takes her last few breaths. Swiftly gone, but remaining. Unseen, but not forgotten. She is with them now.

Saying farewell to the last of my family that I was ever really close to and spent a lot of time with, I ponder ancestor veneration in various cultures as well as within witchcraft. How my own views and responses to death and the afterlife differ from other people’s beliefs. 

Typically I only call upon ancestors at times of death, for others. Feeling them again, and a greater sense of peace with family in general these days, despite not seeing them for the most part, I wonder how I could work it into my practice. What offerings would be appropriate for each. How I would want to go about it.

Painting – Alexander Dmitrievich Litovchenko, “Charon carries souls across the river Styx”

2 Comments Add yours

  1. hrsparkes says:

    This post resonated with me. Partly because ancestor veneration forms part of my academic research and partly because when my mother was dying I asked my late father to help her death be as OK as possible.

    Not sure if it counts as veneration as I don’t follow any faith but I always mark the anniversary of her death by lighting a candle and collecting a posy of flowers from my garden as she was a keen gardener. I try and include rosemary as in my local area there’s a tradition it was strewn on graves as an act of remembrance. Also, because my mother loved Halloween I’ve occasionally lit a pumpkin candle for her.

    I’m slightly envious of cultures where ancestors still play a part in the lives of the living – not in the sense of trapping the living in the past or holding them to account but in the idea of past wisdom being handed down.

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    1. Dylan Pierce says:

      Sorry to hear about your loss. That’s a beautiful practice, I like the bit about Rosemary, I had never heard of that.

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