The Witches Reel

Cummer, go ye before, cummer go ye
If ye willna go before, cummer, let me
Linkin lithely widdershins
Cummer, carlin, crone and queen
Roun go we

Cummer, go ye before, cummer, go ye
If ye willna go before, cummer, let me
Loupin lightly widdershins
Kilted coats and fleein hair
Three times three

Cummer go ye before, cummer, go ye
If ye willna go before, cummer, let me
Whirlin skirlin widdershins
De’il tak the hindmost
Wha e’er she be


There is a lovely “translation” over at Sarah Lawless’ page.

Word of interest:

Carlin:  old woman, witch
Cummer: woman friend, witch
Deil: devil
Fleein: flying
Hindmost: last, furthest behind
Kilted: tucked up
Loupin: jumping, leaping
Queen: quean or quine, girl, woman
Skirlin: screeching


[WIP] Origins


(The following is a work in progress, taking inspiration from different sources)


In utter silence royal Darkness rested. All-encompassing. Neither alone nor in company, as it was  all there was and all that shall be. Fate. Nameless, older than the race that invented names. Awe-inspiring and wholesome.

It opened its eyes to see itself, reflected in the mirroring beauty of its own body. And thus splendorous Light was born, illuminating Truth. A radiant reflection of the infinite, opalescent and blinding in its beauty. A blazing star and bright flame, heralding the coming of what we call “day”.

And they, divided for the sake of union, embraced. And from their  passionate Love all of creation sprung forth. Light adorned the body of Darkness with bright jewels and shimmering garments. And their Creation was and is and will always be beautiful.

Enamored with creations beauty and proud beyond measure of what it had helped to bring into existence, Light wanted to to experience it. Light decided to join Nature. It fell and mingled with it.

It clad itself with the colorful  bounties it found, with roots and fur, with dirt and ashes, with bones and blood.   It indwelled the wind and the marrow, the tress and the gallows. Light imbued creation with its blue flame. And Lights children crowned it, two-pronged. Light became the worlds ruler, its controller and comforter. Being Truth, Light  took it upon itself to always dispel wrongdoing and Nature loved its master.

It grew more and more enamored with  the playfulness of creation until one day, glamoured by its beauty, Light forgot its own origin, it started to fear Darkness. It fled.

But Darkness loved splendorous Light dearly and wished  to receive it again into itself, swallowing it up in rapture and delight. Darkness trembled with desire while it  watched Light rule over Live and Death, giving body in its forge to many form.

So Darkness too descended into the world below the empyrean realms it dwelt in. It stripped off the precious jewels and shimmering garments, veil by veil. Seven. It assumed a form most dear to Light and gave itself into the bondage of creation.

Darkness taught Nature its own mysteries, the art of magic and sorcery, always striving for balance.  It taught the  ways of harnessing the powers that indwell creation. The powers bestowed through the star that fell.

Darkness learned the lessons of Life and thus Darkness and Light knew each other again and through  their union Darkness spins fate and Light dutifully turns the wheel. They loved their Children, for all began in Love. And all seek to return to Love, for Love is the law, the teacher or wisdom, and the great revealer of mysteries.

Throughout the ages, Light  has taken many guises and names to teach its virtues  to its children, always emerging from the sacred womb of Night. Whenever they forget about their kinship with each other and with all of creation, the coils of  its serpentine body have risen, never revealing the Light in its blinding entirety. Whenever Truth is lost because of self-made decrees and regulations, it excites  slumbering souls and  kindles within its children the flames of revolution. Despots deem it Devil in their fear.










Inspirational Sources to follow.



Anrufung des Gehörnten

Diese Anrufung wurde für das diesjährige Samhain-Ritual des Pagan Federation International Stammtisches Nürnberg geschrieben.

-This invocation was written for this years PFI (NBG) moot open Samhain ritual . English version below german text. –


Wir rufen dich! Du, der du älter als jeder Name und ohne Gestalt bist und dennoch stolz  mit Huf und Horn den Weg allen Lebens tanzt .

Du, Dunkelheit, die uns das Licht der bleichen Herrin bringst.

In deiner Schmiede schürst du das Feuer, dass in uns’rem Inner’n brennt.

Auf deinem Amboss, gabst du uns Leib und Leben.

Bei dem Duft modrigen Laubes und dem Nebel in der Nacht

Bei der Kröte und der Schlange, die am Brunnen halten Wacht.

Bei den Knochen uns’rer Ahnen und des Pfauen bunter Pracht

Schwarzer Mann, gehörnter Meister, der am Wegrand steht und lacht.

Ankou, Arddu, Janicot

Robin, Bucca, Dhul-Qarnayn

Du, der du Tür und Pforte bist, Herr über Tod und Wiedergeburt,

Öffne weit das krumme Tor und sei Willkommen


English version (please bear in mind, that this does only represent an English approximation, rhyme and rhythm naturally got lost in translation)



We call upon you! You, who are older than any name and without form,

and yet proudly partakes , behooved and with horns, of the path every live dances.

You, royal Darkness, that  reveals the light of our pale Mistress.

In your forge you kindle the fire that burns deep within us.

On your anvil you gave us form and live.

Through the smell of rotting leaves and the mists of the night

Through the toad and the snake, that guard the well

Through the bones of our ancestors and the colors of peacocks fan

Man in black, horned master, that stands at the edge of the road and laughs

Ankou, Arddu, Janicot

Robin, Bucca, Dhul-Qarnayn

You, who are the the door and port, lord of Death and resurrection

open wide the crooked gate and be welcomed!



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