The Gem Witch

It is now the dark part of the year.

I release what no longer serves me. 

I embrace rebirth & transformation. 

I invite my shadow self to surface, to reflect & grow through the pain. 

Oh my goddess, I yearn for healing. 

Once again: new beginnings.

My spirit guides stand beside me, protecting me. They know who I was, who I am, & they see my endless potential. To feel unconditionally loved & accepted for once is a gift, a gift from the universe to guide me to the light when all I see is darkness. 

As my third eye tingles, I hear their voices. 

They speak to me. 

They tell me I am safe.

I meet my ancestors with reverence, honoring who they were & who they have become in the spirit realm, their journey on another timeline, in ways we will not know until we experience it ourselves. 

I see them. 

I hear them. 

I feel them. 

Our loved ones have had time to reflect their time on this earthly realm. They heal on the other side. They reach out to us in our dreams, they give us signs, they come to us when we need them. 

They are present, they see everything.

The veil is the thinnest between two worlds. It is time to celebrate our family, friends, & pets. The flame from the candle guides them to their offering. I invite them, the well spirits, to a dumb supper: a silent dinner in candlelight where they have space to just be. 

I am joined in love & light. 

They see me, I see them. 

We meet each other where we are. 

We share space together, it is so fucking beautiful. 

How blessed I am to be in their presence. 

Their energy radiates through the room. 

Grandpa, it’s been four whole months since you went to the other side. 

I am so grateful I got to see you so often in the last couple years of your life. You weren’t the same vibrant, goofy man you were when I was younger, but you held on as long as you could. For family, for Grandma, for the life you built together.

You were my father figure. 

You showed me what love looks like when I didn’t get it back home. 

You showed me how to honor nature, to stop & notice the little things. 

It would have been selfish to keep you here; you were in so much pain. You endured so much, you deserve peace. I hold memories of you so close to my heart. You are so loved. 

I see Grandma almost every week to visit & help around the house. I can feel you there every time, even in death, you never left her side. We talk about you, often. We share memories, we cry together. 

I love you. 

I miss you. 

This earthly realm is not the same without you.

Braedyn, my brother, my spirit guide 

You’ve always been there for me, growing with me along this painful journey. We have learned together along the way. You protect me, you bring me safety. 

Sometimes I wonder if the only reason you died was so you could be there for me. I couldn’t have made it this far without you. 

When I had a spiritual awakening you were there. I didn’t see you until I was ready to. You are the Queen of Swords, honest & raw. You don’t fuck around, you are always there to guide me when I’m lost. 

I know I can always reach out to you & you’ll be there, Your death was a catalyst of destruction for young grieving parents who didn’t know how to process losing you. It’s unfortunate & tragic, but at least I had you. 

You are unconditional love. 

I am grateful for you beyond words can express. 

I love you more than I ever thought I could love another being.

Samhain is an ancient Celtic, pagan sabbat to honor the dead, a time for bonfires & feasts. It’s generally celebrated on October thirty first or November first, when the veil is the thinnest.

I celebrate Samhain every year during the last week of October & the first week of November.

Astrologically speaking, Samhain occurs when the sun is in Scorpio at the fifteenth degree —  usually around November sixth or seventh. 

A dumb supper is a silent dinner where you leave an offering for your loved ones. I do this in candlelight, with high frequency music. I call in my spirit guides to protect me first because I don’t want to invite any unwell spirits. 

After eating I talk to & about my loved ones. I share stories, my feelings, & anything that comes up for me. The energy is powerful, magickal, when you can feel the spirits all sharing the same space with each other. 

I’ve had many experiences with different people, different meals. 

The first year I did it with pizza, which sounds weird, but I did it. 

My preferred meal is shepard’s pie, I’m not sure why; it just feels right. 

I enjoy sharing my practices with other people. Acknowledging the dead allows me to grieve in a healing way. 

I invite you to find ways to honor your loved ones, your ancestors. 

Put pictures of them up where you see them every day, 

Talk to them about anything & everything. They are listening, they see you. 

Light a candle for them, maybe one in their favorite color. 

Display their ashes if you have them or little things that remind you of them close by. 

Samhain reminds me that death is not an ending, but a sacred return. A circle unbroken.

Blessed be. ✨

(Oh, & Samhain is pronounced sow-en)

💛 Ave