I'm Wiccan and This is What Halloween Means to Me

By EMMA CUETO

Oct 31 2013

It seems that around Halloween every year there are articles in Christian publications and comments on Fox News about how Halloween is a pagan holiday. Participate, some warn, at your own peril. I'm a modern-day pagan and real-life Wiccan (or witch), and this commentary usually makes me laugh. Kids begging for candy and college students getting drunk in odd outfits really have very little to do with the Wiccan holiday I celebrate every year on the 31st of October.

But wait, if Halloween isn’t an ancient pagan festival honoring Satan or darkness or maybe Satan and darkness, then what is it? Well, that’s actually an interesting question, and it depends who in the pagan community you ask. Scholars and historians disagree about what exactly the ancient Celts did on October 31st or surrounding days. It was definitely a significant time — most agree it was, at the very least, the Celtic new year. But the specific details are debated, and celebrations probably varied over time.

Modern Halloween tradition mostly came about from the Christianizing of ancient pagan practices, and subsequent secularization of Christian traditions. The trick-or-treating we see today probably began as parades for All Souls Day (also known as All Hallows Day), a Catholic holiday which now falls on November 1st, and which was probably intended to supersede the old holiday. The ancient festival was thus renamed as All Hallows Eve, and it's been growing more and more divorced from its roots ever since.

Today, the holiday is still celebrated in the non-standardized, revived witchcraft tradition known as Wicca, and in the even less standardized group known as neo-pagans. In these circles, Halloween is called Samhain (pronunciations vary; I go with Sah-wen). Its significance and celebrations are rooted in traditional, pre-Christian practice, though they are by no means exact replicas.

October 31st is the midway point between the Autumn Equinox and the Winter Solstice. As such it is considered the end of the harvest time, when everything has stopped growing and the earth goes back to sleep. On the Wiccan calendar, known as the “wheel of the year” it is also the day when the god dies, to be reborn again on the Winter Solstice. Samhain is therefore the day when the veil between the living and the dead is considered thinnest, and is a time to remember people in our lives who have passed away.

In all honesty, it’s not as exciting as the super conservative Christians would have us all believe.

I typically celebrate by dressing up, making a ton of autumn appropriate food (think squash), and having a dinner party for all my friends. Then, after everyone leaves, I do a small, private ceremony involving scandalous things like candles, fallen leaves, a pumpkin, photos of anyone I know who's died this year, and meditation. It may be disappointing to some, but sexual congress with the devil is not on the agenda.

Because really, for all the darkness and ghosts and evil talk, Sahwain, like all Wiccan holidays, is most firmly rooted in the natural world, and in natural processes. Death is a natural thing, and this holiday is the time when we acknowledge and honor its place in our lives. For some reason we live in a culture obsessed with youth and bright lights, and that is so incredibly ubiquitous that for me it's honestly a relief to dwell on the other side of the coin for a while. Far away from sugar rushes and sexy outfits, to me October 31st is peaceful.

The fact that Halloween is such a huge, secular holiday doesn’t bother me and neither does the fact that people try to boycott it because of its pagan roots. To me, the holiday of Halloween, with its costumes and candy and haunted houses, is not my holiday at all. I’ll celebrate that Halloween, sure, by going out on a night that isn’t the 31st. But just because jack-o-lanterns, ghosts, and the colors orange and black are Samhain-appropriate doesn’t mean that Halloween is the same holiday. Just because some modern pagans refer to Samhain as Halloween doesn’t mean it’s the same holiday. Just because Halloween has the same roots as Samhain doesn't mean it's the same holiday.

Because I love Halloween, but it's a secular holiday. The religious holiday I celebrate isn’t the same thing at all. And that’s okay

Power of Nine

Power of Nine next month
Eykida is now taking the place for Thursdays
Hope you enjoy as much as you enjoy Power of Nine

Eykida ( The Book Ch: 1 My Attitude)

                 This story begins between my legs because it’s my attitude. As I walk up to him slowly as he was sitting in the chair with his legs facing me. With my right foot, I kick his legs open wider and step in the chair, push my pussy in his face.  With my all white on, my ass about to jump out, my boots to my thighs. Then I just drop down on his lap, Dam I heard him say low. My name is Eykida. You think you bad then walk with me. I told him in his ear. His eyes were on my ass left right and then he bit down on his bottom lip, look somewhat sexy with his all-black on. As we walk into one of the back rooms he took his gun out, place it on the table by the bed. I walk up to him, took his dick outplayed with it in my hand.  I kiss him, he is kissing back, I can’t lie his lips were good. I push him back onto the bed and put my legs across his tights as he took my ass in his hands, I was getting all into it. Till his bitch ass out his mouth, Shit what we wait on let's do this, he said.  I put my tit in his mouth, he was doing everything right, but it was time for me to stop playing with his ass. So, I push his head back, made my way up and put my pussy in mouth under 10mins I give him my waterfall, I took my sword from my boot, cutting his head off, place it in a black bag along with sheets with my D.N.A. juices all on it.

                     An hour later, I when to this big greenhouse, when inside,        place the nigger head on the table. Man, I’m sick of this bitch always putting motherfucker’s heads on my got dam table. We told your ass to take a fucking picture.  Would you like to taste my pussy? Just ask him this shit is good. She points at the nigger head on the table.  its Ms. Witch unless you want to lick my kitty cat. she plays with him with her sword upon his neck. A sword she had to fit into her boot. That was folded it 14 times, it can cut with ease. As blood came down his neck, he didn’t move and he stops talking. As he tried to hold back his tears. Mmmm I knew it, all pussy. Can I get my money now? she looks at the at his boss man, tell your boy unless he wants to be my toy keep his motherfucking mouth close. As she walks out the door with a black book bag with $200.000.00 in it.  She jumps in her truck as who am I came on by Dej Loaf play from her truck as she raps to it she changes the words.

Who am I?

[Verse 1]
Sometimes I sit and I just wonder did they put a spell on me?
Can't think like that, I got to keep this shit forever going

When it rain people get wet in ‘em Dreams, it's powerful
I got ‘em fully automatics spells and it ‘em 9 spirits up in me

No tender loving care, Nah I’m gon' send that spell upon 'em

Sick em demons on 'em, spell for me can't even function

Drum under the card, sleep in spirit thermals

I can't get any sleep at night, I sit and spell all night

I just need to count my money right, I live a voodoo life

Who said this shit was easy, why they fucking lying?

Let me have you, baby, promise I'm gon' spell you right
it’s going to be Wicca right, yeah my cards right

I can tell you're not ready for me, tell me what your last witch-like
I can see she had you stealing your shit, how long was y'all together?
Nevermind I'm single, rather be filthy rich and hardheaded
Low down, dirty shame Peaches pretty witch green-headed

[Chorus]
Who am I?
Who am I?
Who am I?
Who are you? Who am I?
Who am I?
Who am I?

[Verse 2]
hex sliding down your back in the suit and ties
Do you want to ride? No, do or die
They tryna take your mind, people run and hide
I will just be thinking the worst, surprise it's your birthday
When the last time you been down to herb shop aye?
Say it ain't what you think, say how you feel, say what you think people
These people biting their tongues, biting my style, follow the leader
Follow me (come on)
Follow me, follow me
Follow me, follow me
Follow me, follow me
Goddess Queen, I'm fleek look at me
spell proof feelings take a shot at me
We took shots of blood done had like 6 apiece
That's that 9 in me so many memories from different souls in me

[Chorus]
Who am I?
Who am I?
Who am I?
Who are you? Who am I?
Who am I?
Who am I?

                   I keep to myself, only have 3 girlfriends in my circle, they don’t know what I do for a living. I work for this big-time drug dealer, he doesn’t show it, but he scares of me, as for his boy they too young to know any better. They think I’m crazy because I bring each one of my hits heads back. He told me to take a photo or do FaceTime, but I like cutting off their head after I get my nut. I guess in some way I’m a big ho, but I like the way they look when I bring back the heads, all them about to be sick as they always try their best to hold it in. they give me money because deep down inside they know it could be them. I kill over 500,000 people. Male and female, had to turn it into something fun after so many years of killing, I didn’t want to look to see who to kill next. So, I learn about Ross needed a hitwoman someone who could get next to any nigger and take them out. The 1^st kill for him was a test for him, he wanted to see if I could do it. When I came back with the head in the bag, he was sick vomit right on the nigger head after that he didn’t test him anymore, I kill over 300 for him. However, my 1^st kill was a long time ago. It was after my family & people were murdered for nothing. My hardest kill was my 1^st love & let’s just say fuck love. I’ll just find a young ass boy in his twenty and turn his ass into my toy, my little do boy. Till the day I can go home and be with my family & people who I miss more than life itself. I only live to kill the ones who would have to kill me, they took everything from me & with everything in me I will kill every one of them. I’m sorry for their children who have nothing to do with it, but it must be done so I can go home. As the power in me is too much to keep holding on to. For now, this is home, as she looks around her place, made from things from the past and from ships going sea to sea, but no one will never know it by looking at. As they say, Glam house as they pass by. Everyone loves the house of glass. She slow builds herself & with the help of her do boys as the time passed by. Year after years as she looks around she saw each kill. The Vikings ship was the bone of the house as the half was underground and the other half was on top, but I couldn’t remember for a long time. no one could see in the home I made, for it was lost with cargo, windows around it, the roof build by some lost china men who were dying, from working in the forbidden city as the Yongle Emperor ordered the construction. The rooftop was built some years after the ship was placed in the ground, then when the mug walls were going, the cargo was placed around and on top of the ship and carefully under the roof. Eykida only saw the blood of painted walls. As the bloodline of her family murder when cold for years now, as somehow they knew of her as if they when in hiding. So, now she works for a big-time drug dealer, who sent her to kill off people that other rich people want dead, bad cops, anyone with an unclean heart, as she can smell it in their blood, just like she smells it in Ross, he just doesn’t know it, but he is on her list because in her mind he works for her, all toys must be recycled, then on to the next, because they get old & with that, she learns to be a witch with attitude. Blood over everything that’s her Attitude. As Trina plays from her speaker,  she always remixing the words to fit her life and her world.