. The branch should be the traditional length, the distance from the tip of the longest fingertip to the crook in the elbow and the thickness about that of a finger or thumb. After you have chosen your hawthorn branch be sure to leave bird seed or bread crumbs as an offering to the faerie folk. Carefully strip the bark from the branch.
To cleanse the basic elemental tool leave the branch outside in the shine of the sun for one complete cycle or cleanse the hawthorn branch for twelve hours in moonrays. Either procedure is acceptable as long as some measure is taken to remove any negative vibrations.
The ritual performed to consecrate and bless the branch is under the reflective light of the moon rub sea salt to purify. with your hands starting from the middle of the branch and working your way up to the top, then down.
Hold the wand in front of your body in the palms of both your hands up to the moonlight and say, ''I consecrate thee as a tool of magick. So shall it be.'' Concentrate to allow your energies and intentions to mingle and create a powerful link between you and the wand. Once completed, the wand is left outside to absorb the moon beams.
The faerie wand is a creation of your own personal taste to represents your goal.
A wand made from a hawthorn branch is the perfect tool to use to attract faeries. To them the wood is sacred.
Belief in faeries has existed since early times. They are legendary beings known to possess superhuman powers, form various shapes, and become invisible in the wink of an eye. Summer, the “Time of Light,” from April 30 to July 31, the fairy folk can be easier sensed than seen. The longer days, the warmth of the growing sun, and the new life in the meadows, woods, fields and streams, draw them from their winter shelters.
After sunset on Midsummer’s Eve, June 19th, the faeries step out of their secret places to run rampant while they praise life. With the use of the hawthorn wand one can reign over the magic of this night and request the presence of a Faery Queen. She can be commanded once a year to give her gift of prophecy. She would accommodate, but the answer would probably come in the form of a Faery Riddle.
It is a perfect day to admire mother nature’s intoxicated beauty. The flowers bloom throughout the gardens in an array of shapes, sizes, and attractive colors. Low to the ground, on the green lawn, the buttercup’s chalice petals are expanded to absorb the life-giving sun’s rays. The serene wind blow above in the trees. The leaves which grow on the long winding branches gently shift position. Squirrels scurry across the fence rails while the chipmunks carefully hide their nuts. The rolling hills and flat valleys are covered in lush grass and close by in the pasture the newborn calves grazed beside their mother. The kaleidoscope of wild birds dart and dive in a friendly game of tag as the robin red breast accompany them and sing a sweet melody. All this scenario are lovely and soothing creations.
dreamer and poet. People believed Thomas, the Rhymer, traveled to the fairie realm and back. All knew his heart was pure. A Faerie Queen even blessed him with an open invitation. In the deep wood outside Ercildoune, Thomas, the Rhymer, rode upon his horse while he plucked the sweetest melody from a lute. The Faerie Queen heard the tune and followed the musical notes. Thomas, the Rhymer, did not stir when the Faerie Queen approached with love on her face. He continued to play magical and artful songs. The Faerie Queen commanded his ride to stop. She became enchanted and told the poet that she had never heard such passion in music from the mortal dimension. Completely captivated, Thomas dismounted. The two stood facing each other. Thomas, the Rhymer, placed his hands upon her captivating featured face. He leaned to place a kiss upon her lips but the Queen stopped him. She gave him fair warning that should he place his lips on hers the two would be bound together in the Faerie world for seven consecutive years. Thomas, the Rhymer, was overcome with emotion. He did not hesitate to seal the deal. After the tender kiss, the Faerie Queen mounted his steed. She controlled the reins with a gentle hand and turned her transportation in the direction they had come. On foot, Thomas, the Rhymer, followed closely behind the queen to another world.
During the dark night, the two traveled through strange and scary terrain. When the sun finally made its entrance, the poet found himself beside the Queen at the edge of a sweet meadow. He stared at two different paths he could take. One consisted of thick, overgrown briars, the other was a broad, well-cleared road. The Faerie Queen spoke in tender tone. She said, “The first direction is for the self-righteous to walk. The second route was designed for the souls who can appreciate love and beauty.” She pointed to a third which the poet had not noticed and said, “That is our passage to fairyland.” Plush moss would push up between his toes and dense ferns would massage the poet’s tired legs. While he remained in the faerie world for seven years, most had given Thomas, the Rhymer, up for dead until, on one fine day, the poet sauntered into the market place at Ercildoune. Although he appeared as a mortal man, the poet was now gifted with fairy enchantment. His verses touched an emotional cord in all. His accurate prophecies became legendary. His new found eloquence came when he ate an apple whose juicy flesh held the power of The Divine. It had been given as a parting gift from the Queen herself. Earthbound, Thomas, the Rhymer, celebrated in life. He would hold great feasts at his home for all who wanted to attend. In his seventy-eighth year while the people of the land enjoyed his hospitality, Thomas, the Rhymer, was called back to the fairyland to live out his life.
2016 copyright A. Skelhorn