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The path to Cernnunos is both through the natural world: seeking out the wild places and a deep understanding of the processes of growth, bounty, decay, rest, and rebirth, and through Other world journeys to the Middle world forest of which he is guardian. One may experience this both actually and symbolically by following the path that disappears over the horizon into the distance and moves away from the ‘civilized’ world and into the heart of the Wild Wood. Often experienced as traveling away from the center to the perimeter, this is in actuality a return to the Center. When the seeker reaches the god’s forest the track ends, and her/his pathways are found by other means. After entering the Wild wood the seeker cannot be followed, nor can s/he follow another. Whatever pathways are discovered disappear in passing, and the Wood is trackless once again, for each one’s way is different. In the Forest of Cernnunos there is a stillness, an otherworldly feeling, as if one has passed out of time. Here the mind is not supreme. It is instinct, the innate wisdom of the body that guides us to Him.The way of Cernnunos is the way of the shaman or any person who truly seeks!
Cernunnos’ name comes to us from one source: the Pillar of the Boatman, a first century carving found in what is now Paris. He is the only named Celtic god on the pillar, which also contains several Roman gods and goddesses. This is the only place in antiquity where his name is placed alongside his image. But it’s not the only place where he’s found. Carvings similar to Cernunnos are found all over France, the British Isles, and places where the Celts lived and migrated through. They always depicted a man or a child with antlers or horns in various stages of growth, with a torque and a purse of coins.
Drinking horns are and will always be important to his offerings, so make sure you have a drinking horn stand for your altar and
something good to put in it. Leaves, moss, and the soil of the forest are also his symbols. Cernunnos was possibly also closely connected to the Germanic Wotan, a variant of the Norse god Odin. . Wotan was also related to animals, and in some cases even served as their lord. It is unclear if these similarities to Cernunnos are intentional, or simply mere coincidence.
Being a witch is the magic of old forests and thick mist, ravens and wolves, owls and foxes, cats and hounds. It is the wild hunt, the maypole on Beltane, and the dark mystery of Samhain. It is velvet and lace, black roses and daisies, candles and herbs, thatched roofs, crumbling ruins, and besoms with gnarled handles. It is claiming your personal power, knowing that you can effect change. It is living safe in the knowledge that magic is real. —Antonia Cardel
Appreciating (and sometimes rejoicing in) weather changes instead of complaining about them, enjoying fleeting eye contact with wild animals, seeing magical potential in the ordinary. —Beth Collett
To be a witch one must be comfortable from within and love all forms of life in our world and beyond. This is quite an enchanting power to possess. Have you ever seen a cluster of fallen leaves lift themselves up from a cobblestone street and twirl around in unison and then quickly fly away as if they have somewhere else to be? It is such a beautiful thing to see, perhaps, you may even
Being a witch means there is no such thing as the mundane. —Jane George
Being a witch means honoring one’s night side, casting spells of beauty and magic at twilight and at midnight. It means lighting say, magical. —Maria Green
To me, being a witch means honoring the elements, honoring your ancestors, honoring your power, and creating, creating, creating mischief and magic. —@mama.goddess
candles and waiting; it means wandering dark forest paths in velvet dresses the hue of an evening sky before a storm; it means a secret rendezvous with enchantment amid ancient stones. —Deborah Sage
