Victor Anderson described Feri as Stone Age magic — an expression of the same power, the same technologies, the same gnosis that guided our earliest ancestors, experienced in this time and place.
The magic created by people and plants working together has been part of the human experience since the Paleolithic. The magic of the plants themselves is older than human culture or human memory.
Science tells us that we stem from the same ancestors as plants. Continue reading
Here, the veil between the worlds is thin.
Dark Magic/Bright Promise draw you in.
The Gates of Love and Power open
Though the Mysteries still can’t be spoken.
We’ve been busy cooking up some amazing magic in our metaphysical kitchen. We’ve set the table with plate and cup, knife and candle. The bell rings, calling you to your place. Come. Sit down. Listen deeply. Join the conversation. Drink, laugh, eat and be merry. But, observe your hosts and the rules of conduct: Make no mistake. Our Ways are old. Patience, practice, sincerity and fortitude will take you far for we are fey, fierce, feral, fervent. ’Not civilized, but kinder.’ At our table a banquet is laid containing the fruits of our labor and Craft:
Poetry, spells, lore, lecture, love and liturgy are served up alongside science, cosmology, prayer, laughter, art, good manners, strong ethics, dark sex and glistening pride. Strong incense lies heavy in the air. Candle flames cast shadows in bright mirrors. The juice in the cup is blood red. There’s a buzzing, buzzing, buzzing in your head. Open the book. Turn the pages. The wisdom you seek lies hidden in plain sight. Voices rise in a cacophony and fall to near silent whisper. There’s magic here: Herbs and unguents, glamour and enchantment, spirits and song, invocation and blessing, fair warning and the mysteries of star light, vision, truth and blood.
Welcome to the Black Heart of Feri Tradition.
Come back often. The menu changes on a whim or a moon or a season.