The energies of this week are unfolding in the most astonishing way: it’s still quite a while before the Yule enchantments, and yet the dark season is already telling its own tales — offering strange (and strangely beautiful) gifts and opportunities. The dark time is honest — brutally honest, even — and its stories carry that raw, unvarnished truth. They echo the old Grimm fairytales, where every gift demands a
“The hand that rocks the cradle rules the world.” These are precisely the energies that fill this weekend. We draw strength from our Maternal Source — both from within ourselves and from the Elder Women of our Ancestral Line. The Magical Door opens now through care — for your home, your loved ones, and, equally important, for yourself: your state, your emotions, your life as a whole. This is the
Even in the darkest of nights, somewhere out there, a light still burns for us. And as we wander through shadowed passages — even when we cannot see it — we feel it with every cell of the soul, in the quiet heartbeat that remembers where it is meant to go. Today, the Magical Door opens through this very light — the one we awaken within ourselves and in others
The Wheel of Fortune spins and turns. Holding our breath — with both fear and hope — we watch its eternal motion. How weary we’ve grown from endless battles, and how deeply we long for that long-awaited sector to appear — the one marked “Prize.” In the sacred rhythm of the year, the turning of this Wheel today opens before us the Magical Door of Samhain — the time of