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The Holy Wild Grimoire: A Heathen Handbook of Magick, Spells, and Verses
The Holy Wild Grimoire: A Heathen Handbook of Magick, Spells, and Verses
The Holy Wild Grimoire: A Heathen Handbook of Magick, Spells, and Verses
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The Holy Wild Grimoire: A Heathen Handbook of Magick, Spells, and Verses

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Claim Your Mythic Purpose

This grimoire — a book of magick, spells, ceremonies, journaling exercises, recipes, and incantations — is an invitation to be Witch and bewitch. As you journey through this book, you will reflect and reshape your story, beholding your life’s poetry and wielding a mythic intelligence. Danielle Dulsky guides you to see through the lens of the five elements, earth, water, fire, air, and ether, and to call upon age-old archetypes to heal and liberate your best self. You will become a rebel queen, hooded seer, and wild king. Rising above the ecological disaster, political gridlock, and disease of the overculture, you will become a word-witch, writing your world whole again, howling with power, and singing songs of a new world reborn.

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Release dateSep 13, 2022
ISBN9781608688012

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    The Holy Wild Grimoire - Danielle Dulsky

    Book One

    The Book of

    EARTH

    Heathen Verses from the Underworld

    In myth, the underworld is the realm of soul and shadow, death and initiation. In the Celtic tradition, the underworld is the place of the sea, secrets, and the ancestors. Far below our more sunlit landscapes, we recover missing fragments of who we are, puzzle pieces of our life story we have shunned and forgotten. In the reclamation, the old self dies, but the birth does not immediately follow. The death is essential for the birth to occur, yes, but the true initiation happens in the void between death and birth.

    If we look to the mythologies of Sumerian Inanna, Oya in the Yoruba tradition, Greek Persephone-Kore, the Irish Morrígan, and other Goddesses of the Underworld across cultures, we see that descent is cyclical. We also see that the descent is not followed immediately by an ascent. The liminal time between the death and the birth is a period of composting and grief, a necessary gestation that has no schedule.

    As you write your Book of Earth, allow time to move differently. Allow the many dissolutions you have experienced to be teachers, and permit a new poetry to emerge from their lessons. If the words do not come easily, draw images. Speak in symbols. Find solace in the in-between, the place where the true initiations occur. Nest yourself in the Great Below, in the subterranean caverns where the bones of the old selves still rest.

    Word-Spell: Songs of Descent

    Have you seen her lately? She’s perched on a grave with a healthy dusting of dirt in her hair, spitting pomegranate seeds at her ghosts and singing songs of descent. They say she speaks the language of the underworld and only those who have been to hell can understand her stories.

    Should we visit her, that mad vixen? She can see in the dark since she’s come back, they say. She dreams in color but wears a tattered cloak of mourning. She repents nothing, not even her many nights spent with her ear to the Great Below, but she grieves well for the days she only danced around the forbidden fruit tree, daring not to even tread on its hallowed roots, biding her hunger for freedom’s nectar.

    I’m going to visit her now, I think. I’m going to sit beside her on that cold grave. I’m going to learn her new name and sing with her until she remembers the merit of those more innocent days. Then we’ll sip that boneyard brew together and speak not only of our descent or our rising; together, this Underworld Goddess and I shall share the whole of our stories. We’ll discount nothing. We’ll sing the tales of our folly and our victory, of the obscene and the sacred. Together, she and I will be living memorial statues — humming, flesh-and-blood odes to the rawest myth, to the wilds of this eternal journey.

    We speak the same language, you see. Her songs are my songs. Her story is my story, and the Holy Wild has birthed us both.

    To Begin Your Book of Earth: An Artful Invocation

    In the journal you have chosen to follow you on this journey, begin by drawing an image that speaks of a deep reverence for the earth element. Allow your memory to be muse and consider a fleeting moment in time when you felt seduced by a forest, a mountain, or the mud. Hold the tension of this embodied feeling while your hand moves across the page.

    Do not overthink it. Let the lines be luscious in their simplicity. Leave your judgments out of the process and behold the beauty of this, your ink-and-paper ode to an earthen memory that marked you. Begin here, with your inner maker meeting your inner mage.

    Allow each of the following questions to then spark another image, symbol, or word. Feel no need to answer these questions with rational explanations. Fill your page with this odd collage of nonanswers. Speak as the poet speaks. Sense the spirit already emerging from your Book of

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