May, 2019

Meet the Gods: Neptune

Merry meet.

Neptune, the god of the sea and earthquakes, was one of the 12 major deities of the Roman pantheon. Poseidon was his Greek counterpart. Neptune was the son of Saturn. When Saturn was defeated, the world was divided among Neptune and his two brothers, Jupiter (Zeus) and Pluto (Hades). Jupiter got the sky, Pluto took the underworld and Neptune was given the sea.

Neptune is known for his violent nature and volatile temperament. There are many stories portraying him as unpredictable and somewhat vindictive – and this is associated with the nature of the sea. Those characteristics also associated him with earthquakes, because the ancient Romans believed earthquakes came from the sea, occurring when Neptune was angry.

He is described as lustful, enjoying sexual relationships with sea nymphs, goddesses and mortal women. When he wanted his sister, Ceres, she fled, turning herself into a mare and hiding among a pack of horses. Not to be denied, Neptune transformed himself into a stallion and eventually mounted her. She gave birth to their child, a black mare.

He was also persistent when pursuing Salacia to be his wife. According to an article on by Prof. Geller, their three children are “Benthesicyme, the nymph of the waves; Rhodes, the namesake of the island; and Triton, the infamous merman and fabled father and leader of 3000 mermaids, and 3000 triton (merman).”

Neptune is often depicted as an older man with a long beard, holding a trident, a long three-pronged spear used by fishermen. The dolphin is closely related to Neptune and he is often shown surrounded by dolphin, fish, whales and other sea creatures – sometimes riding a seashell chariot drawn by seahorses.

Neptunalia was a festival to honor Neptune; it was held July 23, during the hot, dry season when water was scarce.

When you want to call Neptune into your life, you might make an altar with a picture of him or the ocean, shells, pictures of mermaids and a jar of seawater – perhaps on an altar cloth the colors of the sea. Neptune can help you open your heart and get in touch with your emotions. In astrology, he rules Pisces, making it all about imagination, ideals, inspiration and compassion. He can dissolve boundaries and barriers, enabling us to connect with the universe.

Try listening to a recording of the ocean and anointing yourself with saltwater as part of your ritual. Ceremonial baths and vision quests would be fitting, as would dreamwork.

A vintage piece of needlework I found decades ago reminds me often to turn to Neptune with the words: May your heart be like the sea – ever open, brave and free.

Another thing that comes to mind about this god of the sea is the naval line-crossing ceremony known as the Order of Neptune. The seafaring tradition is an observance of a mariner’s first crossing of the equator; the often elaborate rituals vary by country and ship. Paying homage to King Neptune, initiates would become a son or daughter of Neptune.

Merry part. And merry meet again.


About the Author:

Lynn Woike was 50 – divorced and living on her own for the first time – before she consciously began practicing as a self taught solitary witch. She draws on an eclectic mix of old ways she has studied – from her Sicilian and Germanic heritage to Zen and astrology, the fae, Buddhism, Celtic, the Kabbalah, Norse and Native American – pulling from each as she is guided. She practices yoga, reads Tarot and uses Reiki. From the time she was little, she has loved stories, making her job as the editor of two monthly newspapers seem less than the work it is because of the stories she gets to tell. She lives with her large white cat, Pyewacket, in central Connecticut. You can follow her boards on Pinterest, and write to her at woikelynn at gmail dot com.

She Who is All – The Goddess of Ten Thousand Names

November, 2018


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The story of Sedna, the Mother and Mistress of the Sea, the Goddess of marine mammals, is, to me, one of sadness and betrayal.

In the Arctic Ocean of the Inuits, Sedna lived with her family. She was very beautiful and was wooed by many in Her community. She refused them, one and all. Her father, taking matters into his own hands, gave Her to an unknown hunter, in return for fish to keep the rest of his family fed. This unknown hunter was, in reality, a bird-spirit, and whisked Sedna away while She was asleep.

Another version states that Sedna went with the unknown hunter of Her own free will, as he promised Her a life filled with everything She could dream of – warmth, and food.

Either way, to Her dismay, Her new home was not as promised, as She found herself awakening on a high cliff, in a nest, surrounded by birds.

She got a message to Her father of Her plight. Her father, Anguta, attempted to help Her by putting Her into his kayak to return Her to their home. The birds, seeing this, flew after them, surrounded the kayak, seeking vengeance for the removal of Sedna from the nest.

To save himself, Anguta, threw his daughter overboard. She reached for the side of the kayak to save Herself and Her father cut off her fingers. As She brought her arms up to reach into the kayak, he then cut off Her arms. Sedna sank to the bottom of the sea.

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She became the Queen and the Goddess of the Deep, Her fingers and arms becoming the seals, walruses, whales, those ocean mammals most hunted by the Intuit.

Sedna lived, then, beneath the waves, in the Kingdom of Adlivan, the Intuit Land of the Dead, in a home-made of stone and the ribs of whales. She was responsible for sending the sea creatures to the human hunters to feed their families. She took Her responsibility seriously, but She had a provision that when one of them died, their souls would stay with their bodies for three days, whereupon they would bring news to Sedna of how the people behaved. If any of Her laws were broken, She would not send the food to the hunters. This brought Her pain.

When this happened, a Shaman had to visit Her, by passing through terrifying lands and tests, to heal and soothe Her, until Her pain had passed and things were put right once more.

Sculpture of Sedna in Nuuk, Greenland

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**My fingers were cut off then

I was kicked

I was hurt

I was wounded

I was lied to

I was betrayed

I was abandoned

My suffering was great

but down below in the deeps

in the heart of the ocean

where I was left to lie

I realized my powerlessness

the way my life was lived

helpless and afraid

always being done to

instead of doing

and saw what I did

As realization expanded my


fish and sea mammals

grew out of my cut fingers

I became “old food dish”

She who provided for her people

Victim no more**

**From “The Goddess Oracle by Amy Sophia Marashinsky. Image credit also goes to “The Goddess Oracle”.


About the Author:

Susan Morgaine is a Daughter of the Goddess, Witch, Writer, Teacher, Healer, and Yogini. She is a monthly columnist with Her writings can be found in The Girl God Anthologies, “Whatever Works: Feminists of Faith Speak” and “Jesus, Mohammed and the Goddess”, as well as Mago Publications “She Rises, Volume 2, and “Celebrating Seasons of the Goddess”. She has also been published in Jareeda and SageWoman magazines. She is a Certified Women’s Empowerment Coach/Facilitator through She is the author of “My Name is Isis”, one in the series of the “My Name Is………” children’s books published by The Girl God Publications. A Woman International, founded by Patricia Lynn Reilly. She has long been involved in Goddess Spirituality and Feminism, teaching classes and workshops, including Priestessing Red Tents within MA and RI. She is entering her 20th year teaching Kundalini Yoga and Meditation, being a Certified instructor through the Kundalini Research Institute, as well as being a Reiki Master. She is a member of the Sisterhood of Avalon. She can be found at and her email is

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Witchcrafting: Crafts for witches

July, 2015

Sea shell for Sea Salt

Merry Meet.

July brings beach weather just about everywhere in the Northern hemisphere. Among the objects I associate with the beach is shells. Chances are you’ve collected some over the years that have been relegated to a drawer or a box. This craft is meant to inspire you to make your a salt dish or an offering bowl.


Select an open shell and others with which to decorate it. Use two-part epoxy, hot glue or other craft adhesive to attach smaller shells, bits of sea glass, charms and pieces of jewelry as desired. Small shells, beads or pearls can be used as legs to keep the shell from tilting.

If you have an abundance of shells, you might also consider:

forming them into a wreath.

gluing them around a bowl, vase, frame, mirror or planter.

dangling them to form a wind chime.

filling a shadowbox or a lamp base with them.

… wrapping fabric around a metal tiara and adorning with shells.

melting a tea light, pouring the wax into the shell, and inserting the wick and its holder.


I hope you’ll share your shell stories.

Merry part. And merry meet again.

Musings of a Hereditary Witch

June, 2015

The Sea Witch

When I think of the Sea Witch, I see her standing upon high cliffs, arms upraised as she harnesses the power from the waves crashing against the rocks below. Sometimes I see her walking barefoot along the beach whispering words of magic while the light of a full moon casts a soft glow around her.

She makes use of the things cast up by the sea; shells, hag stones, glass fishing floats, hooks, rope, sea glass, fishing net, driftwood, sea weed, bird feathers, as well as using sand and sea. Her magic is tied to the tides, the moon, fog, storms and the bright sun. She controls the winds.

There are two high tides and two low tides a month. Her most powerful spells would be performed during the high tides, while banishing spells would be worked when the tide was ebbing or low.

Weather magic is the domain of the Sea Witch. She could tie up the wind in a rope or a handkerchief. Sometimes she would give or sell these to sailors. Sometimes, sailors would bring a length of rope to her and ask for favorable winds and a safe journey. She would take the rope and depending on the ships destination, would tie 3 knots into the rope, harnessing the appropriate winds for the journey. When the sea was calm and no wind furled the ship’s sails, the sailor could untie one of the knots to release the wind the Sea Witch had captured there.

Never anger a Sea Witch for she could raise the fog for concealment or a tempest causing ships to wreck on the jagged rocks. The power of a storm could be channeled into a glass fishing float and later smashed to release the power and aid her in her magic.

If you were to visit her home, you might find wind chimes made from bird bones and seashells, or shells stung to make curtains. Shells are protective as they once protected the creatures that lived in them. A hag stone (a stone with a natural hole) may hang from the rafters or from around her neck; another protective amulet.
On her altar might be a starfish or sand dollar (pentacle), a piece of driftwood for a wand, shells to hold sand, salt and water. She may have a glass fishing float to use for scrying and another hag stone for seeing spirits. She might have a bowl filled with odd objects like sea glass, bones, shells and other bobbles for use in divination.

Fishing net may be draped over the back of the door for protection or she may wear a shawl in a fishnet pattern for the same purpose. Fishing nets are used to ‘tangle’ up the energy of another or used to ‘capture’ a goal.

The Sea Witch works with the chaotic forces of nature, her emotions tied to the sea. She walks the path alone, taking a lover when she feels the need, but the sea will always have her heart. Not many choose the path of the Sea Witch today.
Wishing you calm seas

Mystical Sea

August, 2010

Spiral down
Dive down
Womb of the Mother
kiss from a stranger

And it’s gone

Cradle me
Drown me
Lift me up
Higher and higher

To the shore

Like your voice
Soft and sweet
Beauty that decieves
Mystical Sea

A sea secret

Chills in the waves
Turning black
Hardening in the foam
No going back

What we took as our own

Four billion sirens
Screaming unseen
No stone unturned
Till Death has dreamed

Still the sea secret

Journeys on and on

No one can stop it
The damage is done
What have we lost
Only the Sea knows

And she’s not speaking anymore