On Lammas-tide this year I awoke with the breaking of dawn and began the rituals of the day.
Seated outside in the early morning air I ritually burned all of the spell refuse from the previous year. I do a lot of spells or charms consisting of paper, and I always feel that unless it is something I have designed to use indefinitely, there comes a point where I need to let the spell go. I do this annually on Lammas, as I feel it is really the most appropriate time, being a Sabbat associated with sacrifice, release and letting go. I had quite a few things to burn this year, meaning that I would have a considerable amount of ash to work into the body of the god. For each item that I burned I recited the words of released and thanked the spirits for their help and guidance throughout the year past.
The ashes were then used when I baked an embodiment of the fallen Sun King out of bread. This bread I prepared entirely by hand, mixing the dark black ash of my burned spells into the dough, kneading away worries and quibbles from the previous year into the doughy-flesh, giving those to the fallen Lord to take with him into the Underworld. After candle-lit vigil was held, and following the ancient narrative, the fallen bread lord has since been drawn and quartered, dismembered and will be scattered in a funeral pyre. I also castrated the Lord, and have saved his phallus for use in the following year’s ritual.
Xx The Witch of Stepford