The Simply Starry Smudges are a brand new line here at Starryeyedsupplies, a beautiful loose herbal smudge to help you create your own Temple within your sacred space.
Each Starry Smudge is centred around a different energy of Temple in order to help you build your own energy space.
Each scent is created around a particular energy web to promote harmonous energies whilst smudging the space within; based on ancient customs of using herbs and smoke to purify a space of negative vibrations and psychic debris, each Simply Starry Smudge is hand blended and imbued by this Celtic Witch to pack a magickal punch and smell absolutely divine doing it!
For use in burning rituals of cleansing, on a charcoal disc or within a cauldron.
Each Simply Starry Smudge comes in a reusable 100ml screw top tin with moon sigil, contains a unique crystal tailored to the energy of the smudge blend, and comes with a wildcrafted Crow feather to help you smudge your space in Corvid style!
★Goddess Hel, Death, The Underworld, The liminal spaces, Memory, Grieving, The Forgotten★
★Scent - Designed to have an Otherworld scent between Earth and Ocean, ancient places, liminal boat rides, caves by the Sea, death cloying in the air, salt and memory★
Whilst creating these spell items it became important that they would embody; “Death stalking through the halls, the icy clutch of winter at the ocean shore, the entrance to the Underworld,” which was channeled from the Goddess Hel.
"There are tears in my eye
For your passing,
I hold my great arms aloft
To invite you to my hall
The end of hearts beating
It is all the same, in the shade."
- Joey Morris 'Hel' From Songs of Shades Vol. II
Temple of the Nordic Death Goddess Hel has been created to honour the Nordic Goddess Hel, patroness of Nordic Shamans and ruler of Helheim, the afterlife where souls who did not die honourably in battle pass through and are kept by Goddess Hel in an Elder tree until it is time for them to be reborn.
To travel to the realm of Helheim is to challenge your preconceived notions of what it means to die; in the in between spaces of liminality, where the ocean waves ache into eternity, pooling and catching the tears of all that mourned their losses.
The bittersweet tang of salt in the air, purifying and pungent, cleansing all that which hurts, although not always in the ways human beings prefer, it is not a clean or consistent clearing, it merely is what it is. When it hurts, when it cracks, when it splits open; there is Hel.
Shadows lurk and remind, whispers at the corner of your mind, her Temple set amidst the stones with many paths leading away and back again; unattended souls could wander forever and lose a part of themselves. Death can do that, to those resistant to it.
There is truth here, and illumination. There is pain, and purpose. There is judgment and accountability; a nexus of human experience. Speak with Hel, and step into your forgotten selves.
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