Made By A Real Witch enjoyed a lovely full moon spell work ceremony yesterday. I decided to sit at the top of a grassy hill - beneath a grove of trees - overlooking a large, open field (pic 1). I first noticed this spot earlier in the week, when a stag popped his head out of the grass while I was walking by on the dirt road (pic 3). I was reciting my daily prayers at the time. I find it interesting that he presented himself...but that he didn’t run away. In fact he seemed very relaxed...laying in the grass & politely watching me from a distance. I did the same - leaving a respectable space between us - while snapping a few photographs & letting him know how beautiful I thought he was. It was an interesting moment...an interesting exchange...where each of us communicated in an unspoken manner to let the other know that we held a mutual respect for one another. There was something magickal about that experience. Something happened. It’s hard for me to explain it or put it into words. But the moment I locked eyes with that deer, it felt like a switch had flipped inside of me.
To me, the stag is the King of the Forest...& of all the woodland creatures that live within it. He’s reserved...& regal & smart & majestic. It was an honour to cross paths with him 🦌🙏 & I knew in that moment that I would perform my next rite in the very spot where he lay. I also knew that I needed to bring him an offering of 9 apples. Why 9? I’m not entirely sure. But 9 apples was the message I received & so 9 apples is what I brought with me (pic 3 bottom). This was my first time performing a ceremony out in the open. I was completely exposed...within full view of the road & anyone who might travel upon it...& for the first time ever, I felt unbothered by that. Usually, when I perform spell work in public, I’m hidden away in the woods...afraid that someone might see me & judge me for connecting with the Divine in the way that I do. I was afraid of being mocked or ridiculed or shamed for my religious beliefs. This was the first time that I can ever remember not having those types of feelings. It didn’t matter who saw me. I didn’t care what their opinions were. Continued in comments.