Necromancy – It is not a Dirty Word Anymore

By Isabella @TheWandCarver

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Necromancy

noun [ U ] UK ​ /ˈnek.rə.mæn.si/ US ​ /ˈnek.rə.mæn.si/

the act of communicating with the dead in order to discover what is going to happen in the future, or black magic (= magic used for bad purposes)

Source: http://dictionary.cambridge.org/dictionary/english/necromancy

Right.  I think we can do better than this. I chose this snip because it is annoyingly narrow-minded and clueless. And I needed a little shove to get me blogging today. I think this shall do nicely.

Yes, necromancy can be used for bad purposes. But, so can potatoes. Let’s give necromancy a bit of good credit for a change. Necromancy is most generally understood to connote the manipulation of the souls of mortals and the reanimation of their corpses. That would be the old-school basics. Personally, I am not at all interested in making the dead rise. Can’t imagine it would smell very nice either. Let’s let those buried rest in peace as they should, shall we?

Modern necromancy is about re-animating souls, not bodies. Have you ever wished you could speak to a long dead relative again? Perhaps you can. For many years I have practised the All Hallows Eve Raising of the Ancestors.  With special preparations of my own, I can many times raise the spirits of an ancestral line from one side of the family or other with favourable effect. There are gaps in our ancestral story which, I have found in my genealogy research, and necromancy helps me to find valid answers. It is also a way of honouring the dead in my family and to find out what direction they might like me to take the family as it stands today. Throughout the year I keep a small ancestral altar with photos and relics meaningful to not only myself but to my deceased family members as well.

ancestral altar
My ancestral altar ~ photo by i.macy

It is not only witchcraft practitioners using necromancy to contact the dead. There are many cultures in different countries who keep the practise…some do so as in days gone by, so yes, there are people still raising the dead out there. Not so, for most of the modern necromantic community. You obviously don’t need to be a witch to practise, either. But you will need to have a healthy respect for the dead and embrace death as part of living, not fear it. Modern necromancer Leilah Wendell writes in The Necromantic Ritual Book that the necromantic rituals she describes contain no “brutality, desecration of the dead or any other practice that one would consider the antithesis of reverence.”

Whatever way you decide to practise necromancy, please first learn about it in detail and especially how to ground and protect yourself before contacting spirits or literally raising the dead. Know what you truly want in your contacting of the spirit. Do not use this as a parlour game. It is a serious business and not to be undertaken lightly. Be polite and respectful and all should go well for you.

We are just spirit ourselves, after all…having a human experience.

Many thanks for reading and warmest blessings to all whom this way wander x

All Hallow’s Eve Blessings

First posted on 01/11/2015 by Isabella on speakingofwitchwands.net

By Isabella @TheWandCarver

For the last few weeks, a young black cat has made our back garden her “hang out”.  I wouldn’t exactly call it her making it her home by any means as she did go away for a while and I could only hope she had gone to her real home with her real family.  But then, two days ago, young “Bastet” as we’ve begun calling her, has come back and taken up residency under a small crawlspace underneath the deck behind the house.  I was most pleased to see her back with us.

Some cultures/countries believe – or at least at one time, believed – that black cats are harbingers of doom. Not so of the English, for we have always thought completely opposite of the black moggy.  Good luck all around.  So, we’ve been attempting to keep Bastet happy with us by plying her with plenty of good cat victuals and soothing words and tones.  Apart from her feeling comfortable enough with me pegging out the washing yesterday, she is as feral as a 14 year old girl.

Today as I sat there, watching Bastet contemplate life on one of her favourite perches, a great murder of crows (although thinking back, they looked much too sleek to be crows, possibly ravens) gather rather abruptly in the branches of a young Ash tree across from me.  The tree is in an open “field”, not in somebody’s garden.  At first, I thought, “Ah, what news are the Divine Parents bringing by gifting me the sight of such a spectacular murder? It might not be good!” As we know, along with black cats, many believe the crow to be another harbinger of doom.  Not necessarily!

I watched them hopping about from one branch to another, flying around the tree top, and cawing happily and came to realise….this certainly is not bad news!  They were not gathering to feed upon some poor hapless creature who had only recently perished, whereas the news might have been more to the effect of “clean up your messes, make changes, work harder, give up things which no longer serve you”. The crows/ravens were telling me to enjoy life! Have fun, good things are afoot (or “alight” as it were), go for your dreams a little harder, but enjoy the journey.  It was a pleasure to watch their happiness and fun-having gestures. Beautiful…

For much of my life I have believed that the owl and the cat were my spirit animals. Maybe it’s because I so loved “The Owl and the Pussycat” when I were a child, I don’t know. I do know that I’ve always had an enduring affection for winged creatures and particularly those with feathers.  But as I have been moving into my “golden years”, I continually find the crow and the raven making their presence known to me more often than not.  No matter where I am in the World, crows seem to be near, particularly of a morning if I am outside having a quiet cuppa. Their almost cheerful “caw caw caw” seems to be a morning greeting.  Of course, I always reply back, “good morning, crows!”  If a neighbour overhears me, let them think me daft, I could not give a toss.  I’d rather cultivate a good relationship with the crows, if I’m honest.  They tell me things.

So, today’s message on this All Hallow’s Eve is to go for it, do what you love, make those dreams happen, and have a grand old time doing so.  I think I shall…thank you, crows!

Many thanks for reading and warmest blessings to all whom this way wander x