Ancestor altar

Anpu and my ancestors got offerings of whisky, shisha, incense, and rose oil, with love, as I petitioned for my health, strength, and energy. Nature was kind enough to gift me yesterday with a gardenia blossom for love and purity, and crepe myrtle bark for strength, change, and union. They called to me to offer their aid, and I am grateful.


Had a lovely meditation with Heru yesterday evening after giving offerings. I don’t have all the words to describe what he had to show me, but it was all about love, offerings, and relationship. The offerings, and the love they are shared with, are what makes the statue no longer just a statue, the altar no longer just an altar. I poured chocolate raspberry tea in the chalice, and blew shisha smoke into it to create this lovely dramatic steaming brew and offered it. I stroked the statues with oil and water and put tea on their lips. I filled the altars surface with shisha smoke until it glowed otherworldly in the candlelight. I lit incense and placed the flaming sticks in front of my gods, so I could imagine them inhaling the flame as it went down to a smoky smoulder. I poured tea and blew smoke over my pentacle, and as I rang the bell over it, I willed my offerings to create something larger and more sustaining, a temple where tea and fragrant smoke never run out. I gave this to them, in love, and in return received a strengthening of feeling of Presence. This act, this physical, tangible ritual of giving, made the spirits and gods themselves more tangible in my mind. I treated the statues like real, living beings. I didn’t simply place the offerings on the altar and say a few words and walk away. There was fantasy involved, imagination that took hold until it became real. That is a real way of working with the gods and spirits. Our belief strengthens them and our connection to them. So be dramatic. Light all the candles and smoke up the room and enjoy wine and smoke with them and be sensual! Touch the statues and clothe them and care for them as you would if they were real, and they will be. Allies are power. And they are earned.


I went to the grocery store on the south side, where I can always count on finding seven day candles (and a great selection of herbs) thanks to our Mexican Catholic population. The cashier asked if they were scented, and remarked that she sure did sell a lot of those funny jar candles. I failed to enlighten her. So now I have elemental candles in addition to my more natural representions (a shell, stone, pinecone, and gold ring) and my four canopic jars. 

And there’s a snakeskin my son’s pet shared with me – thanks, Waldo. Since I’ve just undergone my last microneedling treatment in order to improve the acne scarring on my face, and I will soon literally be shedding my skin, this will be helpful in a working to help that along. (Think the scene from The Craft, where Bonnie chants, “take my scars, take my scars.”)

Not pictured is the letter I’m about to write to the angel of Jupiter, on this, Jupiter’s blessed day, asking for help in healing.

Lovely additions to my altar, all.