Sometimes, as you are listening to your gut, it tells you to do something that makes very little sense right now but will in not too long. I once had no idea why I had the compulsion to pick up a black cat candle, but I did and stuffed it away for later. Later came and I was very grateful to have socked that treasure away.
Last night, out of nowhere, there were roses to be ground and others to be reduced to ash and powdered too. I just shrugged and chalked it up to another moment of Gemini balance. I know better, of course. My gut churns when I think about what Ash of Rose is meant for.
Roses, in general, are a great magic too to have handy. They are great when it comes to spells of healing, love and even prosperity, sometimes even victory. There are many stories in mythology that talk about roses spontaneously growing symbolizing both innocence and guilt. So what happens when we char their petals to ashes and apply them to our craft? Inversion, of course: the breaking of relationships, cursing abusive partners ( or other sexual predators), shooing off unwanted sexual advances etc. . .
Roses play a huge role in my personal craft. Not only are they among the favorite of my flowers, they are the axis mundi tree in my tradition. I derive from the Blood Rose line and true to form the roses I used were just that: Blood roses. More potently yet, these roses were a gift from a friend fully knowing that they would end up in my workings.
I keep rolling my mind back to Peter Grey’s Manifesto in his book Apocalyptic Witchcraft.
” The practice of witchcraft is one of revolution and of the power of woman.”
We seem to live in a day where that power, the power of women, is being minimized and challenged with every turn on many different levels. What jobs we can hold is still a fight when we reach for higher positions. Our right to determine our own reproductive cycles. What we wear, or don’t wear becomes a scandal, especially if we are predated upon by an entitled male. We are not fully heard and when we are sometimes our ideas become retagged as a man’s idea or told it’s our fault for not speaking up earlier. We are spoken over and harassed until a man steps in. When we get rightfully angry, we are told we are over reacting. We are cat called on the street and expected to take it as a compliment . . the list goes on. ( Yes, I know, not all men.)
The only reason I can think of for this hard bit of backlash is because we are making headway and certain factions of misogynistic society just can’t even. . . My Mom used to say: if they are shooting at you, you are doing something right.
Peter Grey’s Manifesto also states:
Witchcraft concerns itself with mystery. Through the gates of mystery we come to knowledge. Knowledge enters us through the body. The highest form of this knowledge is Love.
Every drop of blood is sacrificed to the grail. Love cannot be bought with any other coin.
So how does this warrant Rose Powder and Ashes of Rose? The first is easy. . . an offering for those who have love and a summoning for those who wish it. The second. . . well, that one will probably have stories connected to it that would curl your teeth. Either way, this witch has been nudged to be ready. I hope I don’t need the ashes. As a witch and a woman I am forced into a position where I must consider what actions are to be taken when that Love, that highest form of knowledge, becomes abused. Especially since we seem to live in a society that is absolutely unwilling or impotent to do anything meaningful about it.