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Death and Dying in Reality

De mortuis nil nisi bonum - (“Of the dead, nothing unless good.”)


We hear this spoken usually after someone who was not a nice person dies.  I read a blog post recently that had the following quote:

"You should have got your criticism in when they were still alive, and preferably, while they still had some power. We don’t speak ill of the dead because it’s not just distasteful: it’s cowardly."  -Source

Well, while I get the gist of that.  I am completely one who will indeed speak my mind when presented with the opportunity.  Now that doesn't mean  I'm going to spread rumors, run someone down I have blocked on social media while professing some sort of spiritual superiority.  What it does mean that I am not going to support someone who I feel has their feet firmly placed in racism, bigotry or any negativity at all when they stand to the world professing spiritual awareness.  It means that while I will work within the bounds of professionalism, if someone comes to me me looking for what what you have to offer, I will direct them to someone else who has less baggage.  That's just a fact.  Now, that being said, why would I treat the dead any different? 

Back in 2011 I entered a blog contest to win a copy of Christian Day's Witches Book of the Dead. I wrote about my cousin Tony, who passed away while I was living in California.  His brothers had moved him while he was passed out and bound him to a stop sign at a three way crossroad near my house with plastic wrap as a joke.  He never regained consciousness.  The police ruled his death an accident. When the book arrived I got to page 137, The Ritual of the Crossroads the way Hecate is described as being at the crossroads, that point where the worlds of the living and dead can often meet was a powerful visualization for me.  

With the coming of Samhain many groups on social media are having discussions around ancestor altars and who should or should not be included on them.  My altar has an assortment of photos, trinkets and possessions of those who have moved on.  This is a very spiritual time for me, when I call upon those who have moved on to send energy and knowledge in exchange for my respecting and willingness to learn.  

There are those who are intentionally left off the altar.  I do not want their energy or their knowledge.  I knew them too well in physical world.  They caused too much pain here in this life to be honored in anyway in their passing.  

When starting your ritual altar on don't feel that you have to do anything like one book or one person says.  This is a personal space for you to honor those who have moved on from this life.  It is a time for you to do work that is important to you.  Don't feel like you have to add people or include energy that you're not comfortable with.

In my discussions, I found that some think they have to include a certain person for fear of them creating havoc in their home because they have "disrespected the dead".  Personally I believe that not all dead are worthy of respect.  Not every one who has crossed over is someone that should be honored no different than if they were here in the physical realm.  If you have unruly dead making mischief in your house you need to take control of the situation and move them out, not give in and place them in higher regard.  

Death is a transition to the next part of the energy exchange.  It can be sad but it should be looked at as a natural part of life.  Working with the dead is about listening and learning.  We should listen twice as much as we speak in order to learn as much as we can. We should also learn that our time on this planet is limited.  If we want to have others not speak ill of us after we move on, then maybe we should be a little more considerate of others while we have that opportunity.  Not the other way around.

I'd love to see what altars you create or what rituals you do working with the dead this week.  Feel free to post here or find me on social media at Tsu or Facebook.


Ancestor Altar - Photo Credit - Renee Sosanna Olson


Honoring the Dead - The Witches Book of the Dead Giveaway

So as you know there are many many giveaways going on right now. I have one that I'll be doing later in the year. I went over to Kallan's page and saw she was sponsoring a giveaway with Lyn over at Witch Blog. If you'd like to participate in this giveaway head over to Witch Blog for all the details!



This blog post is about my cousin Tony, who passed too young.


This year has been a lot of growing for me. I've been working on my divination and have learned that the spirits that haunt my house, may not be the people that lived here before, but instead my cousin.

I've printed out a picture of he and I together and have it on my altar now. I've started to feel a bit more happiness around him now. It's probably best that I start at the beginning....

I'm the little one... Tony is holding my hand

Photo Credit - Renee Olson
Tony and I were raised together by my grandmother. We spent our early years together at my grandmother's house and were much like brother and sister. He taught me to catch frogs and even one time said "Put your thumb right here", I still have the scar when he ended up hitting my finger with the brick. Not a violent person but things I guess little kids do sometimes. I always looked up to Tony.

Photo Credit - Renee Olson

He was my big brother after all.

Photo Credit - Renee Olson

I remembered as he got older and started hanging out with my older cousins, I was left out and I felt so alone with out him.

Photo Credit - Renee Olson

As we grew into adults we drifted apart. He got married, had kids, I did the same. After moving to San Diego, my sister was talking with me on the phone one day and told me that he had passed. I was so confused and saddened that not only had I missed talking to him when he was alive, I missed his passing as well.

The years rolled on and my hubby and I moved to NC. As we were riding past this house I saw it and said, that's the one. That's where we have to live. We moved in and lived here for a few months and then I found out that not 500 yards down the road was a lonely stop sign. That sign was where Tony spent his final hours. See, he was drinking and hanging out with his 1/2 brother who lives just around the corner from that stop sign. He passed out at their house and they decided that it would be terribly funny to strip him naked and use suran wrap to strap him to the stop sign. He never woke up.

Today I can see that stop sign from my house. Sometimes I feel like Tony is here. Walking around the house. Trying to get my attention. Poking me in the side and saying.. come on Let's go chase some frogs.

This year, my altar has a picture of he and I together. This year, on Samhain my honoring of the dead will be dedicated to Tony.

Photo Credit - Renee Olson



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