The difference between altars and shrines is they serve different purposes. An altar is for working. It is the space a witch sets up for an esbat, a sabat, a magical working, or permanently for all sorts of practices (examples: divination, meditation, etc.). Basically it is the place for transformational change. In contrast, a shrine serves to honor a person, deity, or concept. Offerings and prayers may be given here. People tend to create shrines after a passing or tragedy as well. It is more of a place to connect rather than to do magic. For a lengthy discussion on both altars and shrines, listen to the latest episodes of Circle Craft Podcast.
Objects that can reside on altars include:
- Ritual objects, such as athames, chalices, wands, cauldrons, etc.
- Divination tools
- Herbs, gemstones, or other magical tools
Objects that can be found on shrines…
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~ Enlightenment ~
Oh, I fall into the well of your eyes
Deep as the night and blue as the skies
She was remembering His gaze, those deep pools of blue, crystalline in nature, peering deep into her soul. She remembered the first night she had looked into that darkness – no, into that light in his eyes – they were level and straight, kind and compassionate, without any ado, Her hands in His, offerings of comfort and concern for Her station, the concern she felt for those close to Her, each to their own heaven or hell, and the law of attraction began to build.
Not entirely sure of His path, Her own life was filled with random and sincere individuals, transience was the commonality of public life – few friends – closer friends, even rarer. She had asked his name, and then his father’s name, that name which people gave carefully, or not at all, as this would give away the whole person – she had asked, instinctually, although curiosity was perfunctory to Her, as she remembered the formal aspect of individuals, unless She was drawn in a more personal way – He had not hesitated, but had given Her what she desired. His eyes never wavering.
She had known deep Wells before, she remembered them all, the wind and passion, but she felt, in a strange new way that, maybe, they would meet again, and this had proved prescient, and meet, again, they did.
All Ways, canopies of green, desire, destiny, Eros, face all odds, fate, fields of emerald green, god, goddess, leaves upon the ground, loving deeply, Magick, Muse, mythic, passion, sense and experience, sensuality, sexual magick, sexuality, spirit to spirit, transformation
~ Sense and Experience ~
The deep and present interactions between the Muse and I, seemingly shuffled together, separated by unique, sensual and metaphysical, yes, spiritual encounters, were interspersed with the mundane, and often presented such dichotomies, that when faced with the penning of the experience, was only highlighted, and not confused with ordinary happenings – this is the whole point of Poetry – it allows the scent, the mesmerizing voice, which undulates with that rhythmic pattern of intentions and personality, of desire and experience, that magick formula, which brings with it cause and effect, of memory and thought, and allows it to be shared, painted as it were, on the canvas of our daily lives.
Nature, herself, adds to this totality of experience, and under a canopy of green, of rough exteriors and rustling leaves, the soft breath of our surroundings, and the sense of the earth beneath our feet, all adds, of necessity, an even larger theme, which transforms itself into both sense and experience, the gift of interaction and sharing becoming an even larger living experience.
A place had been chosen, an auspicious serendipity, to be sure, by which to share in a more remote location, an occasional change of pattern, of a more private and intentional place, by which free expression would not be in conflict with much of the mundane – the coming and going of life – and would, as I began to see it, allow that natural magick to blossom, and provide a womb-like environment for the Muse and I. This it did, and more, as the Theme progresses, and has also been added to more Tales of Love and Light.
The setting for this missive was one of enjoyment and passion, with songs and discussions; it was one of learning and sharing. There was, however, the beginning of a new aspect to the rhythm of the dance, each to their own devices, the Muse taking a more serious look at herself, and what she had and was sharing in this mutual transformation. She began to look at her intentions in a different way, already deep in her sentient verbalization, began to feel herself slipping into an area of life that began to pull her down into the long-term implications of her own desire and mutual actions
Connections, however they occur, are important indications as to the authenticity of their nature; spontaneous connections have a certain innate impulse, drawing two people together – that first look, or that first passing touch – or it could simply be the draw of a moment in time, that wispy vapor of a morning mist, making the images in one’s head that much more poignant for the physical surroundings.
Connections can also be planned, or incubated by ritual and intent, the setting set, and the very presence of a beloved felt deep in every root and tree.
Seeing the presence in your mind, of someone dear to you, remembering the smile, the scent, the vulnerability and intimacy, remain in a place of intention, it is a memory beyond memories.
It is location, like the memory of a dearly loved song, which provides a connection that will outlast even the intentions of the moment; at this particular time, decisions were to be made, and situations develop as they will – this is when a place of connection seemed to help – as we cannot always play an active part in the lives of others.
All Ways, awareness, cradle, desire, destiny, emerald seas, Eros, face all odds, fields of emerald green, goddess, Love, Magick, Muse, sensuality, sexual magick, sexuality, spirit to spirit, the light in her eyes, the Wyrd's
~ The Light In Your Eyes ~
After some time, working and becoming enamored with the Muse, as well as reflecting upon the strange and serendipitous encounters, which were coming more rapidly than, heretofore, had been present in my life for this time, or any other, a series of events started to become clearer in my mind, becoming even clearer as the Muse took me.
It must have been the sheer import of the synchronicity, enhanced by other elements of my life, a more lucid understanding of the spiritual implications of outside influences, magickal influences, natural order to some, which was making itself a much more potent force to me personally, and to others, as well as the Muse who, at first, more than likely, saw it as a diversion, something unique in passing – the power of personality perhaps – yet, ineluctably, was becoming more pronounced, at least to me.
Funny though, in retrospect, how we always feel for the other, what we feel about ourselves, how we see them creates that action of compassion and protection which, in many cases, we seek for ourselves.
This was done, long after the initial Song was started, it was retrospective in nature, and for the first time acknowledges the element and passions of Eros.
The Magick of Love draws, and the power of personality, of self, soon points the way that love and lovers will go.
As the relationship between the Muse and I continued to develop, Her natural beauty and poise did not circumvent the obvious pain and turmoil in which the Muse was indebted. The deep well of emotions were pulling her apart, and it was obvious that what was needed, was direction and compassion.
The balance between Eros and Spirit is a powerful tool, when one is deeply in love. Each spirit, by degree, will either have to ‘fill’, or ‘draw’ from, that Well, which is the source of all.
The Muse and I were becoming acquainted more and more, and the intimacy had become more than simple dialogue, and the moments we had shared were weighing heavily on each and every encounter. The time had come for the Muse to be introduced to a more personal and introspective encounter – and this would tell me more than any dozen conversations, as She was still reticent about looking deep into herself.
The Autumn air was brisk on this particular morning, and a covering had been laid out, over the existing cover of soft leaves, and a Ritual was presented, an intimate and personal source of Magick, and the Muse took to it readily; her cheeks were reddened, the blush upon her chest was deep, and her eyes shone with anticipation and desire.
This was the first Ritual, the first of many to come.