So it's that time of year again. Our Year is ending, and our Beloved Lord is in his lovers arms, dying slowly. His last few days are upon him and all we can do is remember he will not be gone for long.
I found it amusing, to say the least; that there were very little information about his death. When he dies, he rests for a period of time, allowing his soul to re-energize before embedding his soul into his unborn son. Now is Son will be born as Him at the time of Yule.
I like writing Wiccan Sabbat stories. So here is one I'm writing as I write this post. I'll probably edit, delete, repost and so on 'till I get it right.
Kia and Samhain
The little ginger cat looked curiously at her witchy friend, her eyes blinking as she saw the young witch put up decorations. The tabby was still a kitten, and had only been around for a few Sabbats. The hallway was covered in cobwebs, the kitchen table had a black cloth with bright orange sparkles on the edges, with bats and other scary creatures. There was a skeleton hung on the back of a door and whats worse, there was a monster with blood dripping from his mouth and an open wound on his neck.
The kitten puffed up and took off from the kitchen area in such a fuss. The young witch could only blink in surprise. Deciding to finish putting up the black and orange streamers on the top of the walls, she contemplated where her kitten would have went to hide. There were decorations everywhere so the kitten would probably be under the bed or under the pillows in her room.
The young witch got off her foot stool and began calling out Kia's name. For about 10 minutes she heard not a single mew. She looked at first in the bedroom, under the bed, pillows and even blankets. Puzzled she tried the living room. She couldn't find her there either. Not in or under the cushions, in the flower pot (she loved to take naps there) or even behind the book case. Deciding she try somewhere else, she tripped on a lump underneath the rug. The witch landed with a thug and looked to see how that happened. Underneath the carpet was an unharmed ginger tabby, puffed up still like a porcupine fish.
"Now what has gotten into you?" She asked, picking up the kitten by the scruff of her neck and holding her gently, but firmly, in her arms.
The little ginger cat looked curiously at her witchy friend, her eyes blinking as she saw the young witch put up decorations. The tabby was still a kitten, and had only been around for a few Sabbats. The hallway was covered in cobwebs, the kitchen table had a black cloth with bright orange sparkles on the edges, with bats and other scary creatures. There was a skeleton hung on the back of a door and whats worse, there was a monster with blood dripping from his mouth and an open wound on his neck.
The kitten puffed up and took off from the kitchen area in such a fuss. The young witch could only blink in surprise. Deciding to finish putting up the black and orange streamers on the top of the walls, she contemplated where her kitten would have went to hide. There were decorations everywhere so the kitten would probably be under the bed or under the pillows in her room.
The young witch got off her foot stool and began calling out Kia's name. For about 10 minutes she heard not a single mew. She looked at first in the bedroom, under the bed, pillows and even blankets. Puzzled she tried the living room. She couldn't find her there either. Not in or under the cushions, in the flower pot (she loved to take naps there) or even behind the book case. Deciding she try somewhere else, she tripped on a lump underneath the rug. The witch landed with a thug and looked to see how that happened. Underneath the carpet was an unharmed ginger tabby, puffed up still like a porcupine fish.
"Now what has gotten into you?" She asked, picking up the kitten by the scruff of her neck and holding her gently, but firmly, in her arms.
The ginger kitten looked up at her, tawny amber eyes wide.
"Monsters an' creepy things... why?" She was only a kitten, and learning to speak in ways for the witch to understand wasn't easy.
"It's Samhain. It's the time of year that people like to have spooky things around and have fun. It's nothing to be scared about though, the monsters in the kitchen aren't real. Although, it wouldn't be unusual if you saw a ghost."
"Real ghosts?"
"Yep. The spirit realm is at it's very thinnest. Most mean no harm, but a few do. Here." She said, putting the kitten on the table, beside a jack-o-lantern with a face carved into it. The kitten sniffed it and scrunched her nose a few times. Raw pumpkin didn't smell the best.
"What's that?"
"That is a Jack-O-Lantern. It guides the dead around safely and scares off any that would might wish harm upon others."
"Does it work?"
"I haven't had any bad ghosts bug me during this time of year, so I yes it does." She said with a smile.
The kitten looked at it, it had a scary face but she put a paw on it, moving it slightly off balance. It wiggled back and forth when she stopped pushing on it.
"It's neat looking. I like it."
"I'm glad." Said the witch.
The kitten looked at all the decorations. She was still confused about it, but like the rest of the sabbats, she knew there was something special about this one. It wasn't often her entire house was themed off of a holiday. In fact, she couldn't recall one that required such elaborate decorating.
"Morgan, what is Samhain about? Is it an important holiday?" The kitten asked, Morgan looked sad and picked up the kitten, carrying her to the living room. They sat down on Morgans favorite chair.
"Samhain is a very happy, and yet a very sad time of year." She said, her voice a bit quiet.
"Today is the day the great Lord has rest his head in peace after taking his last forsaken breath. He died today in the Lady's arms." The kitten looked at her. Kia knew about the God and Goddess. How they controlled the seasons, plants and animals. Though she knew very little about their life cycles. She didn't know God's could die.
"Wh... what about summer? Don't we need the God for his sun?? Will the sun never rise again?"
"The sun will rise again. It will just be very cold and faint. Don't worry though, his lover will give birth to him in December."
"Born again? When?"
"December 21, when the sun rises. Then he will grow and grow into spring and summer, and slowly wane back into fall and die before winter. It's how it's always been. During his transition from death to birth, his soul rests for awhile. When he feels he has enough energy, he puts his soul into his unborn son. When his son is born, it is the God who is reborn again. It sound confusing now, but you'll understand better as you get older."
"Oh. So is that why there are a lot of spooky things around?" Kia asked curiously.
"I suppose so, I understand that the veil that separate us from those who have crossed over is very thin. Perhaps it's because the Lord has crossed over and his power is so great that it thinned the wall. But, that is only what I think. Not everyone thinks the same." Morgan said, stroking the kitten.
"Samhain... is the time to remember those who have passed away." Morgan looked at a picture of a big orange tabby tom cat. He wore a leather spiked collar, made for a dog, and looked like he was smiling. A tear ran down her cheek.
"Like father?" Kia said sadly.
"Yeah, like your father." Morgan said, solemnly.
"And my grandparents, my friends, and even people we wish to not remember - or plainly not welcome. Some ghosts are just best to be left alone, especially if they're malicious and like to play tricks on us."
Kia looked at the picture of her dad. Her mom belonged to someone else, but her brothers and sisters all found good homes. Her dad died after becoming ill. She was born shortly after his death. Morgan petted the kittens soft fur, reminding herself how Luke felt when he was that small. She missed her boy very much, but was glad for the bundle of fur in her arms.
"Will I ever see my dad?" Kia asked, licking the tear from Morgan's cheek.
"One day I'm sure. I don't think his spirit is strong enough yet to meet us though this year."
Morgan placed the kitten back on the ground and got up. She still had some work to do. Halloween was only a few days away.
"Come on girl, let's go to the market and pick up some apples and sweets. Trick-Or-Treaters will be visiting our home soon."
Morgan looked once more at the picture of her beloved friend.
"I hope to see you this year, my friend. If not then I'll be waiting."
