Omnia quest

The Earth is completing one more turn around the sun.

This is the moment we celebrate, the “New year” for the witch, the most iconic date for the magical workers.

The cozy environment and the witchy decor, the last part of the Gregorian calendar, the dark part of the year in the Celtic wheel, Nos galan gaef in Welsh; season that is sustained by the energy of the Crone.

The Crone; who is the earth and the cold and has all the wisdom inside her. She has all the knowledge of eons in her body, she has a great spirit that is fierce as a lover, curious as a maiden but mature, simple and silent as the years have gone into her and transformed her in matter and energy.

The Crone exists, lives and feels in herself the ground, the wind and the magic. She is able to become what she wants in order to manifest her will, and she uses it with clarity and wisdom, selflessly, respecting the rules of nature and universe; knowing herself as a part of everything and with a sense of oneness and balance.

The Crone represents the darkness contained in ourselves. The hag who transits in silence in the winter and holds space for the creation, transformation and transmutation. She is fearless and confident because she has lived everything. She has nothing to lose and everything to win when we talk about magic. She is the old lady inside us all that is mature, clever and dark. She can see everything as it is. She goes with no masks, direct, sincere, grounded and protected. 

She goes with her shadows hand by hand, being friends, working as allies or defeating them to her will. The Crone is the face of the goddess that is old; the old witch expressing herself across the land.

With dry skin, with fragile bones and cold body, the land becomes her, and she becomes shelter for all living creatures that look for coziness and warmth.
She can be death and life. She can hold the transformation of the earth, she is the ending of the cycle and the quietness of the the dying soil; the certainty of the rebirths and the power of transforming herself from a weakened old hag to a healthy maiden after some time; the secrecy of dying to reborn, that’s what she is.
Let your shadows meet youself and know them deeply; walk as the crone taking their hand side to side.

In this season:
May the Crone hold and sustain us in order to die, preparing for a rebirth.