Heart Shape for Spelling Healing into a Rotting World, Witches in Fiction 2016

My dears, after a long break of mine from anything witchy, when Magaly yet again gave an inspiration! Do visit her Spelling Healing into a Rotting World, Witches in Fiction 2016, and delight in creations of all the folks who participated in this event.

Here is a piece of fiction filled with some thoughts and emotions I have been experiencing lately... Let's bring some healing to this World, with Love!

"Each time she witnessed the bloodied little bodies buried under the ruined houses... Each time she heard of another merciless attack on innocent souls, souls which never experienced life but already were destined to die... Each time she saw the eyes of little creatures, eyes full of fear and desperation for a better life, little hands which longed for a mother's hug but were full of nothingness and cruelty of the world... 

Each such time she hugged her little boy tighter, kissed him more frequently than ever before, held him in her hands so carefully as she was afraid of breaking him or disturbing his happy existence.

Each time she whispered in his ears: "People have gone mad my darling, but we haven't. I love you so so much and want to you to always feel it, whenever you are no matter what age you are..."
She knew that this promise alone won't work. So one day she told him they were going to do something special, something she had never introduced to her son before but what was a big part of her life since childhood. This was magic.... Of course! 

She was so determined to bring on the change... The healing has started from a heartfelt prayer. She said "Love" and her little son repeated "Mommy, Love". She said "Light" and her little son repeated "Mommy, Light", she said "Happy", and her little son repeated "Mommy, Happy"...
The two year old put his tiny hands in his mom's hands, and she kissed them, closed her eyes thinking of him and how her endless love for him would spread across the globe, would sneak into the darkest places and make them light, would heal the trembling, weak, exhausted little creatures and make them happy...

She woke up when the light burst out from the big window in her room, coating everything in its pleasant warmness. She felt safe, cozy and happy - as if she returned to the mother's womb. She couldn't see what was in front of her right away when all of a sudden received a sweetest hug ever! Her little boy then touched her cheeks with his tiny hands, holding her face gently and looked in her eyes, his own radiant with eternal ..."Love, mommy, all are happy!" - he said, and then folded his fingers in a heart shape, just like she taught him to do :)"

I wish I wish people would give more Love to each other every single day...

Yours Truly,
Witchcraft and Literature.

In Need of Returning Home

The sudden need, can't escape it,
Energy, inspiration, whatever.
It has started leaving my body,
My thoughts and my deals.

I search for it where
It never was kept.
At least, not for me.
In need of touching my roots.

Connect with my folks,
My air, my water and fire -
It's not the same here.
The energy's dying.

I am heading to land
Where my existence was born.
Where winter is harsh and summer is too...
That's what I was made of and for...

Yours sincerely,

Witchcraft and Literature

Let Me Be Witch

By the time I knew it, Muse visited me again,offering a somehow witchy piece of poetry. I am afraid glad that this will keep on happening because I felt a sudden need of self-expression. Writing about family stuff and such is great, but one needs to let mind work in another direction too, finding answers and relief in the world of imagination. A little sweet poem "Let Me Be Witch" :) Oh, Let me, please! :))

Let Me Be Witch, no boundaries.
Let Me Be Me, have no fear.
I put in a closet my sundries,
Let my delight be sheer.

Let go off mundane, Be You -
Vengeance is not our fate.
Tell them to smell the sundew -
Then free yourself to create.

Let Me Be Witch, I am ready.
Put on a hat and let's go.
Woods always seem to be shady -
Let your red heart be aglow.

Yours sincerely,

Witchcraft and Literature

Inhaling what's not true

My witchy inner-self decided to take a really really long break. Nonetheless, she was never gone and will never be. I do realize one thing very clearly: perhaps I will never be able to become that true pagan but this is in my nature now, and I do see sprouts of it here and there.

Today, to my own surprise, my muse (to her own surprise, I believe, too) wrote this short poem... Though the poem has a more or less melancholic tune, I feel light within.

Inhaling what's not true,
The essence of the thoughts is gone.
I thought you were the one I knew,
But happened, you were never known.

I never knew myself. We come,
We go - the ways are separate.
The only thing is left now - hum,
Though even this will soon evapourate.

Inhaling what's not true,
Deceiving memories of you.
I thought you were the one I knew,
But happened, you were never known.


Sending healing energies and positive waves to all who still are here for me :)

Yours sincerely,

Witchcraft and Literature

Margarita - a witch of Russian descent

      I assume that I have special relations with this book . Its incredible author M. A. Bulgakov created a  genius novel, which has been interest of many researchers for over sixty years. "The Master and Margarita" novel was introduced to me by my mom long before I studied it at school. The novel seemed to me strange, I didn't understand it completely and couldn't give value to its language and plot.
     Later, when I read the novel with the full awareness about its contents, I started enjoying it much more, liking certain chapters and details. Then I realised that I fell in love with it forever. No wonder "The Master and Margarita" became one of the subjects of my final diploma project in the university. This is when I started exploring the novel from a scientific point of view, discovering more and more beauty in it and getting to know new things about the world of the novel created by Bulgakov.

an illustration to the novel The Master and Margarita

      The topic I am raising today is quiet broad nevertheless interesting and directly related to the idea of my blog. I am going to make few posts telling the story of Margarita - a witch of Russian descent.
     Margarita is the most famous witch of Russian, and perhaps, World literature. There are numerous books written about her character and I in turn would like to concentrate on her witchy side.
       As soon as it is a novel I am talking about, there is a great love story in it and Margarita is a part of it. She is pictured as an ordinary woman living an ordinary life with a husband she doesn't love. The routine life makes her to search for a wonder of love. And she finds it... or it finds her?
       Margarita means "pearl" (derived from a Greek word "margarites"). Pearl is a talisman of arts, inspiration and spiritual perfection and besides is used in witchcraft.  Margarita is a symbol of  Master's renewed belief in creation, this is she, who saves few pages of Master's novel he intents to burn, and also a symbol of sacrifices done in the name of love.
       I used to tell in the first posts, that a witch plays a dual role in humans' life: good and bad. Witchcraft helps people get what they want. Margarita decides to become a witch and makes a deal with Devil  in order to find her lover Master who seemed to be lost somewhere.
     Though it seems that Margarita is chosen by Woland (Devil in Bulgakov's novel) randomly, it is not so. She was always meant to be someone else. Margarita has a squinting eye which is considered to be a mark of a dark power, she has black hair and she wears preferably black attire - a color of witchcraft; she sees prophetic dreams and is very sensitive towards the meaning of the signs around her. Her soul feels that something is going to happen.
     Bulgakov describes how Margarita turns to a witch. But why turns? Because her very appearance changes when she applies a cream given by one of the servants of Woland, Azazello, on her face and body. She becomes a twenty years old instead of thirty, her eyes turn greener and she feels like... laughing! She gains strength and happiness she never knew before. Here we see one of the attributes of a witch: a magical ointment. Moreover, Margarita's initiation into a witch happens during a full moon when most of the important magical  rituals are done.

Margarita in modern art

    Our Russian witch is now ready to act, she is awaiting for signal to move out of her boring house... After a call Azazello gives her, she hears a strange knocking behind the door of her room. When she opens it, a floor broom comes out jumping and eager to fly away through the window. So here comes a necessary tool of a witch  a broomstick, though a bit modified. Margarita then heads  to a gathering of the witches called Sabbath (rus. Shabash) naked what once again refers to a usual practice of witchcraft.
     I have tried to explore which features and attributes of a "typical" witch Margarita is bestowed by Bulgakov. Among them are magical tools like broomstick and ointment, a ritual of initiation during a full moon, features of Margarita which make her look like a witch before and after initiation. I am going to continue with the novel The Master and Margarita in my next post. There is plenty to tell about :)

Yours sincerely,

Witchcraft and Literature