The Myths and Truth of Samhain

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Samhain Ritual If you’re interested in the Celtic or Gaelic festival of Samhain, please observe it correctly. October is not actually Samhain’s month. The festival begins on the night of the 31st of October but the month of Samhain is November. Its beginning corresponds with secular Halloween and that’s why we think of it as an October thing today. In modern society, Halloween is spreading into all of October because, in my opinion regarding America, November is all about Thanksgiving.

Here’s the basic truth.

Firstly, Samhain is not pronounced sam-hane. Don’t do that. It’s disrespectful to keep mispronouncing words after you’ve been properly taught. Irish-speaking people tend to say sow-an (my source is Trinity College Dublin) and some dialects of Gaelic-speaking people have said it’s like sahv-in, sow-een, shahvin, sowin (with “ow” like in “glow”). The Scots Gaelic spelling is Samhuin or Samhuinn. Since my people were mostly Irish, I stick with the example Trinity College Dublin offered.

Samhain is something that often got misidentified before as a “Celtic Death God”, which is not true. There was no such god and the story was, in fact, invented in the 18th century and propagated largely by Protestants nervous about pagans. Samhain is simply the initiation of the winter, the end of the harvest period, and a time to honor the dead in the pre-Christian Irish calendar. Traditions reflect the beliefs of Irish and some Scottish people in “in between” times when seasonal changes coincide with the unseen world and the death of the earth. The last day of October into the first day of November is an in between time, between life and death.

The pre-Christian Irish and some Scottish calendars were basically divided into two parts – the light half of the year beginning at Beltane (May) and the dark half of the year beginning at Samhain (November). There were other festivals coinciding with agricultural phases, of course, but the year began at Samhain and turned to the other half at Beltane. Winter and summer. Samhain is the end of the harvest period and the beginning of winter when people stayed closer to home and hearth.

In Modern Irish the name is Samhain, in Scottish Gaelic Samhainn/Samhuinn, and in Manx Gaelic Sauin. These are also the names of November in each language, shortened from Mí na Samhna (Irish), Mì na Samhna (Scottish Gaelic) and Mee Houney (Manx). The night of 31 October (Halloween) is Oíche Shamhna (Irish), Oidhche Shamhna (Scottish Gaelic) and Oie Houney (Manx), all meaning “Samhain night”. 1 November, or the whole festival, may be called Lá Samhna (Irish), Là Samhna (Scottish Gaelic) and Laa Houney (Manx), all meaning “Samhain day”.

These names all come from the Old Irish samain, samuin or samfuin [?sa??n?] all referring to 1 November (latha na samna: ‘samhain day’), and the festival and royal assembly held on that date in medieval Ireland (oenaig na samna: ‘samhain assembly’). Its meaning is glossed as ‘summer’s end’, and the frequent spelling with f suggests analysis by popular etymology as sam (‘summer’) and fuin (‘end’). The Old Irish sam is from Proto-Indo-European (PIE) *semo-; cognates include Welsh haf, Breton hañv, English summer and Old Norse sumar, all meaning ‘summer’, and the Sanskrit sáma (‘season’).

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Samhain is a time to focus on and honor the dead, mirroring how the earth is going dormant like death for the cold season. Unlike Halloween, which is light-hearted and viewed as make believe, honoring the dead at Samhain is a deeply spiritual time, often solemn, and many rituals are done in private. This is how I was taught. And I remember fireplaces going in my childhood homes around the Samhain festival. Fire was an important element.

My grandmother always made sure I understood the difference between Halloween – them – and the importance of remembering the dead, both people and the planet – us. There was definitely an us vs them mentality to many of the holidays we observed in my childhood. I remember being seven and I’d have to listen to stories about relatives I never met while putting on a ballerina tutu to go trick-or-treating with my friends. At the time, I had trouble understanding why dusty photos of long-dead relatives appeared on my grandmother’s dresser amid candles every autumn and winter. Now I recognize it for what it was – an altar. We came from Irish people who held onto the old ways and (and later mixed them with Christian ways, mostly for show). It all got passed to me too, a little seven-year-old girl putting on a tutu on Halloween and wondering why my grandmother was drilling separation of cultures into my head.

In Octobers and Novembers of my childhood growing up under my grandmother’s care, there was a lot of feasting. It went on from Samhain through Thanksgiving. My school friends liked to come to my house because of the feasting – my grandmother fed everybody she met. I asked her why once because parents weren’t doing that at my friends’ houses and she said it was the way to appreciate harvests on the farm. While she often complained about how hard the work was on the farm (we were agricultural people for hundreds of years up until my mother’s generation), she did maintain cycles of feasts and lean times even while living in an apartment as an older woman.

November is the time of Samhain. The festival begins at sundown on October 31 and (at least in my family tradition) goes on for several days. In Irish culture, Samhain is the full month. In my family, we eat, we set up our ancestral altars, we practice divination, and we prepare our homes for the cold half of the year. This Samhain, my grandmother will be added to my altar. She died in July.

I am a witch who enjoys secular Halloween, Thanksgiving, Christmas, etc., but my real spiritual practices lie in what’s underneath. My spiritual new year begins on November 1, not the literal new year of January 1. In fact, New Years Eve is the one secular holiday I don’t observe. I don’t go out and party. I rarely stay up until midnight to see the ball drop. My new year comes earlier and I’m much more comfortable with my traditions to mark the occasion. Of course, the evidence to say Samhain is the Celtic or Gaelic “New Year’s Day” is actually not very strong but it became a popular theory later when Celtic traditions underwent a revival in the 19th and 20th centuries. It was remarked that Samhain traditions have a running theme of new beginnings, so it became synonymous with the idea of the new year. Is it true in the pre-Christian period? I’m not sure, however, I follow my family traditions. We picked up a sorta kinda idea of Samhain the new year at some point – probably during the revival period of my great-great grandmother’s time.

Celtic and Gaelic people are still very much living, breathing cultures. I’m not going to write off newer family traditions because they were picked up by my Celtic and Gaelic family members after the pre-Christian period. Hereditary cultures largely based in oral tradition evolve over time. They’re not static. We need to give as much study and attention to all periods of our ancestral cultures, including the state of those cultures today, and learn as much as we possibly can. Being Americans descended from Celtic and Gaelic people means we’re often viewed as not “really” of those cultures. We have to work harder on the bigger picture, not just the pre-Christian period.

So while Halloween, in essence, came from Samhain, what’s celebrated today is what I think of as an American folk holiday. Samhain traditions are much more internalized to me because the time marks the beginning of winter when the life on earth is going dormant and we prepare for leaner times as we ask for support, love, and blessings from our ancestor spirits.

There are a lot of stories out there about the pagan origins of trick-or-treating, of carving gourds, of giving and receiving sweets, of wearing costumes, etc., so I don’t need to rehash all of that now. I tried to talk about the things here that get overlooked in favor of the more entertaining things. Feel free to add your traditions to this post! Are you a German witch? Polish? Russian? A completely different culture? How are your dead honored?

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Contact from a goddess? Or fluffy imagination?

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Goddess Brigid - Jessica Jewett Online I am not one of those people who thinks everybody has a matron goddess or a patron god. I don’t even believe it’s required in the bigger picture. My grandmother rarely worked with deities at all, while my mother has a very close relationship with certain Egyptian deities. In fact, I was raised to revere those Egyptian deities even if I didn’t choose to follow this path. My cat is named after Anubis, for example. My mother is highly sensitive about the way Egyptian Magick is portrayed in the media. It seems a little weird to me—or it did when I was younger—because our ancestry came from UK tradition as far as I can tell. But every path is individual. It’s not for me to question or interfere.

In the beginning, as a teenage girl, I looked to Isis. I believed it was my duty to follow my mother’s path once I finally stepped away from the Christian church. Isis felt very maternal and an easy transition for me because of the parallels with the Virgin Mary. I never formally dedicated myself to Isis but I turned to Her when I needed guidance. Looking back on it, I believe I worked with Her of my own initiative but She was not my matron. I rarely think about matrons and patrons because I wasn’t raised with emphasis on that being important. It just wasn’t a priority.

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Recently, however, I’m starting to wonder if I have a matron goddess reaching out to me. I hate to even think of that because I don’t want to – number one, label something that powerful when it might be imagination; and number two, come across as disrespectful to the real intent of the deity. But there have been some highly unusual incidents happening directly to me as opposed to the rest of my family. These incidents are not connected to Egyptian Magick as my mothers experiences were when she was younger. I’m not following my mother’s exact path after all. I feel like I’m being called elsewhere.

Goddess Brigid - Jessica Jewett Online Without getting too detailed at the moment (my uncertainty keeps me quiet on specifics), I have been having highly unusual dreams and visions full of symbolism that I’ve been recording in a notebook. Most of the symbols are matching up with Brigid, although I don’t feel right about jumping to conclusions just yet. My instinct has always been on the side of caution because I’m uneasy about accidentally attaching the wrong name to a spirit or deity. However, I’m getting a lot of Brigid signs in my waking world of late too.

Things came to a head on the day of the full moon. I put out jars of water that morning to make sun water and, later, moon water as preparation for a cleansing ritual my mother taught me years ago. I have things that have been boxed away for years and they need to be cleansed.

Anyway, that’s not the point of the story.

Around midday, I noticed my cat playing with something in the dining room and when I started to investigate, a lizard ran straight for me and darted under my bed. We rescued the lizard and released her outside after making sure my cat didn’t hurt her too bad. My grandmother used to tell me that lizards coming into the house were “showing us visitors from the other world” and I shouldn’t be afraid of them. A lizard has never come into this house since I’ve lived here and I couldn’t shake the feeling that it was some kind of clubbing over the head for me.

By itself, I would think nothing of it. Compounded with that specific day, the uncertainty I’ve been feeling about my path, and numerous other incidences and visions–I sat up and took notice.

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I think I’m having problems trusting myself. I feel certain that there is something I’m supposed to understand at this point in my development, and I do feel a closeness with Brigid, but I’m afraid of making mistakes. I’m afraid of making the wrong interpretations and reading the wrong signs. So I’m going to give it more time and then I’ll go into more detail about my experiences. They feel too fresh and intimate to go that deep into it now.

But I do feel that things are shifting.

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The Weirdness of Rejection

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Golden Knotwork Pentacle - Jessica Jewett Online Up until the last year or so, I have largely kept quiet about my spiritual path. I don’t particularly know what made me start being more vocal about it at this point in my life though. Maybe it’s a desire to find more people like me since I really don’t have any in Georgia. Maybe it’s finally reaching an age where fitting in with “normal” people just doesn’t matter so much to me anymore. Whatever it is, I came out of the broom closet, you could say, with guns blazing.

The problem is I gave society too much credit. I expected that because I’m generally accepting of everybody’s different ideas and beliefs, people would return that courtesy. My granny taught me to treat others the way I want to be treated. That’s not really true though. Even people close to me brush it off with jokes in their subconscious or maybe even conscious attempts to invalidate the way I live my life. I’m no different to myself than I was a year ago but to them I’ve changed and they don’t know what to make of it. Whenever something goes wrong, there are jokes about blaming the witch (me). A lot of people have dumped me on social media. Some have left parting gifts of Bible verses, while others try to engage me in debates that are thinly veiled attempts to prove that my path isn’t as real as theirs.

It’s all very weird to me. I haven’t done anything different with my life except put an open label on what I am. I haven’t suddenly jumped from one religion to another. My family has been living this way for generations but because I attached the witch word to myself in public, I’m somehow tarnished and religiously dirty.

I used to think hiding the fact that a person is a witch is strange but now I see why it’s done that way. We live in a progressive society that is still willing to burn people for being witches. This is not to say I will go back into the broom closet. I won’t. There’s a rebellious streak in me that has to fight ignorance and injustice wherever I encounter it. I am, however, aware that I’m being educated right now in moderation, compromise, and picking my battles. Creating this blog is part of those lessons. I have given it to people in my life and said if you want to learn about what I’m going through, you can read about it here. That way those who are genuinely interested can have a look and those who are not won’t see the offensive witch posts on Facebook or other blogs. Compromise.

As much as there have been people throwing Bible verses at me and challenging me to look silly, there are also a lot of people who have been great about it. I came out of the broom closet and several people said it makes sense looking back on the way I live my life. They don’t live that way but they understand that it’s right for me. Those are the people who give me hope.

On the other hand, word has gotten around my neighborhood and some of my Southern Baptist neighbors are afraid of me. I can’t win them all, I guess.

I’m not looking to convert people at all but I think people automatically jump to that thought because Christianity is big on converting people. It’s what folks down here understand. Spread the ministry, create more Christians, etc. That’s so far from my goal that I don’t even think about it. My goal is to simply be able to say, “Oh, I had an interesting experience with ritual last night,” and that topic be okay like, “Wasn’t Sunday’s sermon great?” is a topic that nobody thinks twice about. I don’t want to have to hide what I am or what I believe out of fear.

I have a tendency toward naïveté when it comes to seeing the good in everyone. My mind likes to think everybody is as loving and accepting as I strive to be. So when I get rejected, it hurts much deeper than it should because I’m often genuinely stunned and taken aback that people can be stubborn and obtuse.

They used to call me The Innocent when I was a child. I think it’s probably true.

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