Category Archives: CloudCatcher 2019

Posts from the 2019 CloudCatcher Reclaiming WitchCamp, with the story of Ereshkigal and the grief of the Great Earth.

Cloudcatcher 2019 – Elements Pathway – Day 4

It’s our last day here at Witchcamp and we open the Elements of Magic with a check in and I am feeling not yet ready to go home, I am feeling I am unfinished and so I am finding it hard to comprehend that in a few hours I will be driving witches home returning to the outside world but excited to see what comes of the rest of the day.

Ritual space is cast and all of the Elements tribe were able to contribute to creating ritual space today, I can really feel the power coming from my new friends. As each speak words of power, I feel the magick swirling, arising from their breath, flowing in and out of my body.

Today with all of the elemental beings present in ritual space, we were invited to let go of our clay being and recreate something else, for me this was truly difficult. I have to say I am a little bit of a perfectionist, not much of a creative and had spent so much time on my being (pictured on Day 1 blog) that I was not ready to let it go but pushing all of those feeling aside I did surrender it to the water along with the inner pieces that were not yet finished. Whilst my being was in the water along with everyone else’s, creating magick that I did not yet comprehend. We were guided in trance to visit the place of power, I can’t tell you what I saw because I went way off track to a vision of gifting Kahuna as a priestess in sacred space, whilst not travelling with my friends, the vision was perfect, as it always is, the message has been received.

Once the trance was complete were invited to retrieve our creative being and craft something new, I felt connected to the seed pod and so decided not to recreate but rather mold slightly different to include the lessons from entire Elements pathway. To take this to a deeper level we all created Bliss Balls made of compost, clay and seeds… so basically my seedpod was perfect!!! The invitation was to take our seed bliss ball home and plant in a pot, water it and care for it and create ‘new’ in the physical world.

The session closed with a final ritual conducted by the members of the elements class which I can’t share but it was incredibly powerful and for me was the final piece in the puzzle, my shift in energy that allowed the final cracking opening that was needed before returning home. My desire for the safety of my mans’ arms wrapping around me, to surrender to the support of the person who knows me best, for me to go home and integrate the lessons from camp, from this core class and from all of the witches I had connected with shifting into allowing tears to be released through the praise of the special people in my life. I was ready! Ready to take this journey home, beyond the ritual space, home to the body!

Thank you for sharing in my journey, thank you for the facilitators that guided this process Jack and Jarrah. I cannot recommend both of these Witches and their teachings enough, they are honestly both incredibly giving with their time and knowledge and offered a gentle place to land but also challenged me in all of the right ways. Blessings and Thank you.

CloudCatcher 2019 – Evening Ritual – Day 4

It’s come to this. To a hall of people moving to the sounds emanating from a bodhran, a base drum, a guitar, and a violin. And human hands. The hall is humming with both excitement and perhaps a kind of no-not-now, knowing that because it is the fourth ritual, the final ritual of the arc of camp, tomorrow we will be returning to our homes – out there.

On the first night of camp, as at the first night of every Reclaiming WitchCamp, we cast the Circle that takes us between the worlds and conjures a container for all our work… tomorrow at our closing ritual we will release that Circle… but this great Circle shimmers now, pulsates, is swarming with spirits, our spirits, and all the spirits we keep calling to, naming, leaning into, and daring to be with.

I feel how between the worlds we really are. This is no metaphor. I can feel the profound reality of it as I drum, as I sing and tone and my voice melds in with the emergent soundscape. And we are also very much completely in the Underworld, between nothing and nothing. I have never experienced so much rain at a CloudCatcher WitchCamp before. I keep reminding myself, and this is my 18th camp, that Underworld camps are like this. It rains a lot. It’s still raining. I saw the sun for a little while today when the clouds broke open and revealed our nearest star. I danced on the grass, arms up – singing in praise and with desire. Before the rain completely took over though, on the first full day of camp, I looked up from what I thought was the surface world and stared into clouds at wonder. Up there were blue whales swimming through their ocean. We really are in the Underworld, then. We are deep below the seas, or the sea just keeps going down and down.


These thoughts and memories jostle around and play tricks in between and through my mindful concentration and attention on the invocations, both simple and succinct and intricately wondrous. But now – now we get serious. Now we trance ever deeper into these mysteries Erishkigal, Queen of the Great Earth, holds for the World.

The Gala, the demons of the underworld, Erishkigal’s spirits, spirits of Kur, are all around me in my visions. And I can hear them in the ritual hall too. Or more properly, my insides and my outsides aren’t different anymore, there are no distinctions. This is magic. This is real. The Trance is working.

Oh my insides… Oh your insides.

Erishkigal’s labouring, her screaming into the cold darkness, into the dust of the depths below, through the houses of bone, guides us, holds the whole world, all the worlds, right now. I can feel what She is doing for, with, through us all.

It hurts, so much. And so does listening to the stories of people I know and love. Stories that make the 10 of Swords look pathetic and asinine. Stories of the Underworld: the parts of the Underworld that take it all, that don’t tolerate anything, but welcome, embrace, devour all. All are home in the Underworld. We are born of the Underworld, place of secret wealth, terrifying pain, divine beauty, and so much rest.

So the gala, the demons, are not my enemies, they are helping me. Cleaning me. Taking from me what is not mine to be burdened by anymore, so that I may emerge refined, transformed, different… and we are going to emerge.

Gates. Seven. Remember them? Inanna did this, does this, forever. That’s what makes a Godd, they are great and noble spirits who have sacrificed themselves on the altars of their own stories. They become the blood of myth and they are eternally this Name, this Thing, this Mystery and profoundly so… and yet, the magic of witches, well – paradoxically working together we can reweave our-their stories and we can recover the treasure and truth in stories that have been warped by Empire’s deceit.

The gates open wide, remember!

Seven gates. I notice when I am at the third gate because it’s different. Later I discover other witches also found this at the third gate. For me, bat’s wings – I have to pause here. It is like I am being pushed down through the birth canal, now I must really do this thing. Now I must really choose this birth.

And I do. I choose this birth. And I emerge. And the world is different because I am different. Don’t forget beloveds, we are this world, we and every other mysterious one, every other creature, every other one and too many are dying and going away forever – extinct.

So I come back to this world of horror and beauty, some would say a hellish world, and yet I am filled with a dark and formless flame speckled through with gold flashes of wonder. And I will carry this wonder through this beautiful, mutilated Earth, and I will be the healer I can be, be the witch I can be, be the human I must be.

I have seen the Goddess and I am changed.