Sorgitzak: Old Forest Craft

Old Forest Craft

by Veronica Cummer

First Edition Copyright 2008

SmashWords Edition 2012

By Pendraig Publishing

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TABLE OF CONTENTS

Dedication

Preface

Introduction

Part One

Witches

The Blood

The Past

The Future

Covens

Male and Female Together

The Witches’ Mountain

Joy and Terror

The Old Forest and the Old Gods

Part Two

The Gods of the Old Forest

The Quarters

The North

The East

The South

The West

The North-East

The South-East

The South-West

The North-West

The Center of the Circle

The Rim of the Circle

Beyond the Bounds of the Circle

Part Three

Rites and Rituals

Creation of the Circle

Guided Meditation to the Old Forest

For the Women to Journey to the Underworld

For the Men to Journey into the Overworld

For All to Journey to Benevento

Conclusion to the Guided Meditations - Return from the Old Forest

To Dance the Blood

Connecting to the Land

Beyond the Earth

Knot Charms

Blessings

Glamourie

To Connect to the Fey

Part Four

Elements and Pathways

The Wheel

Our Earthly Kin

The Path of Service

Born of Beauty and of Strength

Gifts and Revelations

To Be Free

The Art

The Good Game and Beyond

Conclusion

About the Author

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DEDICATION

Many thanks to those who once walked and who still walk this Path with me. To those who came and showed us what once was and what could be, be they spirit, God, or Witch. This book is dedicated to you.

It is dedicated to those who never lost faith, and to those who did. To those who chose to follow the light and those who chose to fall into darkness. In the completion of the circle may the two worlds meet once more in the fullness of time.

To Giahna, who opened the door and to Ardwena who first walked in. Gobah. To the gracious Muse, whose beauty and strength always inspires and without whom these words would be sadly lacking, if even here at all. Blessings and praise to you, Ariadne.

This work is also dedicated to those who were comforting and to those who were strict, each when it was most needed. To those who spoke in riddles or in plain unvarnished truth, though it was sometimes painful

to hear. To those who came and laughed with us and cried with us, and showed us the two weren’t all that dissimilar. To those who came before and to those who shall come after. Blessings be upon all of you.

Nothing is ever truly lost, so long as we remember.

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PREFACE

One candle is lit, two, a third, and then a fourth. We make our world. We make our worlds. A blade is raised, two, a third, and then many. We call the powers to our circle, four powers, eight, sixteen, each one a world.

How many times have we walked this way?

How many times more? To wake the powers, to raise the circle,

to send out a light into the greater darkness…

We step through the door and it changes us. We walk in the outer darkness, each bringing the light. Together, we make a court upon the hill, a circle of candles. Together, we make a starry crown.

What will we leave behind, for those who come after,

if not a touch of the light?

This book is a work of many years. It has its source and its beginning in revealed knowledge. Through contact with and channeled messages from many of the Gods and Goddesses of the Sorgitza, through those who have come to be called the Fey, as well as other spirits and entities, much has been remembered and much has been recovered. There yet remains a great deal to be explored and reclaimed, as is ever befitting of Mystery. In many cases, it is not the right answers that we must first seek out, but the right questions.

The Gods and Goddesses of this pantheon have graced many Priests and Priestesses with Their presence, as well as with Their love and guidance, over the past dozen or more years and we have learned from each and every experience. Through Their words and by what They have taught us, the experiences They have shared with us, we have glimpsed the world of Witches long past and have begun the task of understanding once again — what was lost, what might be found, and what never truly left us.

This book is but a step along the way and one freely encouraged by the Gods and Goddesses found herein. They wish to be known again as of old, to be remembered, and to be with those of us who are called to Them, to Their service and to Their love. All religion begins in this way — through direct and intimate contact with the Divine.

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INTRODUCTION

To Not Forget

Ancient of days, the ways of the Sorgitza came to be. Descended of the stars and bound to the earth, for the love of the earth they stayed and walked among the ancestors and descendants of man.

Sorgitza are those who know they are yet spirit.

That they are of the starry heavens

and that the fire of those stars, the fire of heaven,

burns yet in their bones and in their blood.

Sorgitza are those who remember the dance,

and in the dance, they remember.

A Legend from the Fey

Orahno ze zomah

Orahno ze arhanahk

Arhanahk itzah

Arhanahk ahzarah

This is a book of the Old Religion. This is a book of the Old Ways.

Here within you will find the Gods of the Old Ones, Witches of the Blood, the Sorgitza who once lived in the Old Forest, the great haunted woodlands which used to cover most of Europe and of which a few small lingering pockets yet remain. The Sorgitza existed in secret places in what is now France, Spain, Germany, Switzerland, all the way to Romania, Poland, and Hungary. Though, of course, these lands were not known by those names in years long past.

A few of these Witch Gods have been asleep for countless generations, some since before the rise of the Roman Empire. Others of them have been awake, but almost forgotten, their altars and faith left untended and all but unknown. Some of their beliefs have been lost within the mists of an age so long ago that only a few remnants have come to be passed down to us today, much of which is confusing or misleading to say the least.

These Gods are part of an old European Witch pantheon, one based upon the elements and the directions of the circle. North, South, East, West, the center, and the rim, and so much more between. It is now, at the dawning of the Age of the Water-Bearer, the Age of Aquarius, that the Old Gods have returned and are speaking to us, teaching us of what has been lost, we who are the children and the children’s children of those once known and beloved of Them. The Wheel has turned and so They have returned to us as we have returned to Them.

Sadly, though, much has been lost of the culture of the Old Ones, the ancient Witches, in part due to the long passage of years, but also due to the efforts of conquering peoples and religions. If a lot has simply been forgotten, even more was deliberately destroyed. Except that what once existed in the minds, hearts, and bodies of the Old Ones can never truly be lost, for we are their descendants and so it is ingrained in our minds, hearts, and bodies. It remains within, waiting to be remembered again.

The Blood of a Witch is strong — stronger than many might think and stronger than some might wish — and through the generations it has come down to us. What it takes to renew that Blood is for it to be awakened to what it once was. The old Blood, so awakened, shall then be the cause of greater remembrance, both of the Old Ones, themselves, and of the ancient ways and powers that they once enjoyed. To wake the Blood is to remember who and what you once were and to remember what the Gods are, to remember what it is to be a Witch.

It is but the first step back. It is also a step forward on the path that will lead to a place that is not really a place, but all places, and a time that is not really a time, but all times. This concept has long been attached to the idea of the Witches’ circle, but they more truthfully describe the first circle, of which all other circles are but made in the image of. As a stone cast into still water creates ripples, so all other circles ever drawn are reflections of this first circle, ripples and echoes. Each time we draw a circle, we do so in memory of that first circle, and we call upon its power.

Understandably, this first circle has had many names over the years for it spans all of time and space. It is where Witches traditionally gather, Witches of the past and Witches of the future, Witches in this world and in all others. It has been known as Benevento, Blockula, the Brocken, Mount Olympus, Venusburg, the Valley of Josephat, just to name a few and what it is, in essence, is the reality behind all the old stories of the Witches’ Sabbat.

As the Witches’ Mountain, it is the highest peak upon which they come together to dance and feast and battle for the turning of the seasons and the fertility of the fields. It is the literal world mountain, a symbol of the center of all things. But as the form it takes depends in part upon what you bring to it, what you expect and desire to see, so it may take on the appearance of not just the high peak of a mountain, but a field of roses, a castle, a great hall, or even a haunted and hidden valley.

If you truly wish to be Sorgitza, to be of the Blood as was meant by the Old Ones, then the Blood must not only wake up inside you — stirring with it the old ways of Being, Knowing, Doing, and Daring — but you must also eventually find your way to Benevento, to Blockula, to the Witches’ Mountain, to the Witches’ Sabbat where the Gods and the Witches and spirits yet gather to play the Game which effects this world and all others.

The Old Ones, the ancient Witches, wait for us there, as do the Witches of the future, they who are our own descendants. We stand as between two passing storms, two great waves, and so face the task of building anew the foundations, the great Towers, all that which shall uphold and herald the creation of the greatest Temple of all.

It is our task to find our way back, to reclaim what has long been lost, and lend ourselves and our aid to the coming future. It is our task to renew again the worship of the Old Gods, those who have diminished in strength or even slept for a time out of having been neglected or forgotten. It is our task to aid in the leap of faith and spiritual understanding that is necessary if humankind is to evolve as a race.

As it is our task to be Shining Ones, beacons of light and hope and wisdom that carry to the Earth and to those of the Earth, the essential quality of the universe and its one ultimate source, the essence of which is Love.

What is there if there is not love?

Without love, there is nothing.

Without love, why breathe?

Why live?

It is for love’s sake that the marrow burns,

tears fall, songs rise in joyous abandon.

It is love that brings peace in the evening.

Love brings the stars and the morning sun.

Those who do not see or understand,

their hearts are closed.

And there are only two things in your wild universe

that can open a closed heart.

One is divine intervention,

the bolt that you call Shaman.

Two is love.

If a closed heart doesn’t open to love,

leave it for the bolt of the Gods.

All is only to and for and from love.

Love is the divine which exists in all of you.

Giahna, Goddess of the Center

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PART ONE

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WITCHES

Long, long ago, those who would become the Witches fell to earth. They were not driven from heaven, they did not come tumbling down from grace in despair or in fear and agony most dreadful. They came out of love and they stayed out of love.

There is no greater pain and no greater gift than that. Long, long ago, those who eventually came to be called the Witches tended to the children of man. They did so out of love and for need, for mankind was most in need of guidance.

And so great temples were raised and men learned to lift their prayers to the heavens, where the eternal stars yet reside. Not out of fear or out of despair or out of the pain of the separation from the Divine, for in those days such things were not known, but in joy for the beauty of the heavens, in happiness for the pleasures that ran in the blood and made themselves known in flesh, and in adoration of the knowledge that they themselves were made of such divinity that they could never be extinguished.

This was the lesson that those who had come from the heavens had taught. This was the lesson that the Witches had brought. But men forgot. And, in forgetting, took pain to their beds and fear to their hearts and so learned a darker lesson indeed.

A Legend from the Fey

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THE BLOOD

All that and more is there

As she dreams of the dance

Of rich Blood and need and fire

As she walks in her dreams

And is not afraid

Not of man nor beast nor any God

Of earth or sky or hungry grave

Not lust, not pain, not ire

For this all she knew

And would know again

In the day, the month, the hour

When hope will turn to brave

The dawn, the wall, the moat

The twisted thorny tower

And bend to taste the breath

Of sleeping death

And remind her of her power

What are Witches anyway? Where do they come from?

Traditionally, Witches are those who are of the Blood. In modern times, that has come to mean those who are actual hereditary Witches. That is, those who can prove their Blood belongs to and descends from the ancient Witch families. Of course, this can be difficult, in part because many of us cannot trace our family history back more than just a few generations, but also because those of the Blood went underground in order to protect not just themselves, but to keep their secrets safe.

Additionally, to further muddy the waters, there have been many charlatans in recent years who have boasted of having Witch Blood and who have attempted to use that claim to further their own agendas, whether to gain power over others or to pad their bank accounts or both. However, even today, when it is far less likely that to be exposed as a Witch means a death sentence, the descendants of the Witch families of old still tend to keep to themselves, feeling little need to boast of their heritage or to promote themselves, let alone to reveal their most cherished secrets.

But, just because you cannot prove for a certainty that you may or may not have Witch Blood in your family history, that does not mean that you cannot be a Witch, for long ago those ancient Witch families interbred with those who were not of the Blood. So that today, hundreds and hundreds of years and many generations later, the Blood of the Witches of years past, has been interspersed among the general population.

It may be thin in some, weak in others, but it is there and it may be awakened under the proper circumstances. In order to wake up the Blood you must stir it up. You must rouse it from its long slumber. You have to find a way to summon the secrets that lie hidden inside it. Secrets that were put there as seeds so that they could be protected through the long years, until the time would come that they could take root and blossom forth once again. These secrets were hidden deep within the Blood so that the Witchfinders and the other enemies of Witches could not find them and attempt to destroy them, as they have tried for hundreds of years to wipe away the ways of the Blood and to destroy the last of their kind.

These sorts of secrets are the sort that can never be written down on a page and that often make little to no sense if you try to capture them that way. All that can really be written down are signposts meant to point the way to the great mysteries and magicks that are continually unfolding throughout the universe, mysteries and magicks that have powers, purposes, and personalities all of their very own. Words may aid in leading you to the proper door to those mysteries, but you still have to find the key to open that door and the courage to step through it.

Magick is itself alive. It has always been alive. So that when the magick resides in the Blood, which is also a living thing, it is doubly alive. When the spirit is invested in the Blood, in the magick, then it is triply alive. And when it comes into alignment at last with the body, with the physical vehicle through which it is meant to work in this world, then a foundation is created that can bring marvels and wonders into being.

Body, magick, Blood, and spirit, all need to come together in dynamic balance in order to make a Witch. All need to work in accord with each other in an energetic web of beauty and strength that is a reflection of how the great powers interact throughout all the worlds. For the four powers of Earth, Air, Fire, and Water are symbolic of and invested into the foundation that forms the building blocks of the universe. As they are also symbolic of our own state and of the powers that lie inside each of us, as awakened and awakening Witches, not to mention the human race as a whole.

In the past, few were invested into all four powers as a general rule — Witches followed the path of one element and so mastered that particular aspect of the greater whole. They would work together in groups then, so that each power might have representation. But, in the times ahead, it is wiser to invest in all, to learn all, and so to come into a more complete whole within yourself. Most especially since this is emblematic of the Aquarian Age which is coming into being. For when you put the four elements together, you end up with something larger and more powerful than the sum total of the parts alone.

This is also true of Witches when they create a dynamic balance between their own bodies, spirits, Blood, and the sparks of pure energy that live deep inside them. A Witch will then become, in his or her own way, a being of the Earth, of the Air, of Fire and of Water. Though, of all of them, Fire is that which relates to a Witch best, for a Witch’s truest nature is of the flames and always has been. The flames that are the self-same fire that once was stolen from the heavens, that came down to the Earth in the form of a burning star too beautiful to bear.

But the Blood is not just something that sparks and pulses through the veins of a Witch; the Blood has a power and a purpose of its own, even a consciousness of sorts. That is to say, it is a living creature in its own right, a kind of spiritual entity. It binds Witches everywhere into one being. Each Witch is a singular spark and all the sparks come together to make up one great flame. An old metaphor for this was the way bees interacted, how they all belonged to and were connected through their hive, each contributing to build the hive mind. It is no coincidence that bees have a long symbolic association with the Craft, a tradition that goes all the way back to the days of ancient Sumer.

Thus, to be of the Blood is to belong to an extended family-one whose line stretches back into the depths of history and even further than that, back to the cave of the Mothers, the cave of the beginnings, the silent place deep within the Earth when the fire first became fused with flesh and created Witchkind. But it is also to become one with a line that reaches far forward into a future as yet unknown. In this way, in the circular manner that is evocative of both natural and magickal forces, ancestors and descendants are tied together and each become as the other.

This family exists both in the lands of the living and in the realms of the dead, as well as through all of time and space. As such, a Witch is never really alone, for she or he is always in touch through the conscious power of the Blood within their flesh and bone, with all of Witchkind past, present, and future. Even though a conscious awareness of that link, of course, must be stirred to wakefulness if a Witch is to join the family in full company.

This sort of awakening usually involves passing tests of both an inner and outer nature, tests where you face down and overcome your weaknesses and claim your gifts and powers. It was exactly these kinds of tests that were once fostered and kept in the Witch families, who knew which in their generation were best suited and called to the tasks set by the Gods and by the necessities of the Craft. They knew who had the Blood and in whom it could be best awakened if needs be, who could be taught the sense of inner awareness required. They knew who had the innate ability in them to be the best at divination, at healing, at creating charms or in discovering sources of water, just to name a few examples. They knew who was called to the powers of Air or of the Earth, or to other sorts of energies, or who could be fostered in that direction if it was required.

Without their guidance, in today’s age, awakenings of the Blood are far more of a mixed blessing, if you could even count it a blessing at all. Need and the Gods may call, but few may answer or even know that they should. Of those who do answer, how many more have the knowledge or ability to understand what is being asked of them, let alone are able to find teachers who have the knowledge and experience to help guide them in their blossoming role. We simply do not have the support structure in place at the present time.

Even worse, our current culture does not support the role of the awakening Witch in its midst — Witches being the native shamans of old Europe — since the Western world does not, in general, approve of native spirituality, most especially the native spirituality of its own heritage. Oddly enough, it tends to deny vehemently that Europe ever had Shamans of any sort, let alone might need their healing powers and guidance in the present day. Instead, science and modern medicine have taken its place as the primary paradigm, that and the religious structures which are essentially alien to the core nature of our ancestors.

Because we have lost our connection to our original cultural and religious heritage, people who claim to hear the voices of the Gods or of spirits or acknowledge having strange otherworldly experiences tend to make today’s society nervous. More dangerous even can be the standard reaction of today’s medical and psychiatric communities; those who are at the brink of awareness may find themselves being ostracized or marginalized or even medicated. Not that everyone who hears voices or has visions or metaphysical experiences may be going through the process of being called to be a Witch, necessarily, but it isn’t something that is routinely screened for when one goes to see a psychologist or psychiatrist.

Another problem is that without the support and belief of the community and without the guidance of those who have experience in such matters, awakening powers and abilities may go back to sleep again if given half a chance, or go the opposite way and drive someone right to the edge of madness. Without proper training, there is always the risk that it can end in all sorts of emotional, mental, and physical issues, even in a psychotic breakdown. It can be rightly said that when one is called to be a Shaman of any kind, that you either emerge from the other side a full-fledged Shaman (or Witch), quite possibly crazy, or you may even never emerge again at all.

But how do you wake the Blood? How do you rouse the fire within the Blood? How do you take the steps that will guide you into building a circle within yourself of the elemental powers and find the path that will lead you where you need to be? Equally importantly, how do you keep from losing it in the process?

You need to follow the signs that point to your true self, because that is the first step on any spiritual journey. These signposts can take many forms — names, images, phrases, animal totems, spirit guides, all of them puzzle pieces of a larger whole. Essentially, it is a journey of Shamanistic exploration, a journey that will take you deep inside yourself, as much as it will lead you to a better understanding of the universe around you.

You need to take yourself apart and put yourself back together again, as more of who you were meant to be all along, leaving behind the parts that never really belonged in the first place, the parts that only really served to obscure your own truest life and light. This used to happen to Shamans of the past, when in the grips of a dream or fever, they would find themselves torn apart and put back together