HALLOWEEN: BUMP IN THE DARK

I LOVE Halloween. Like, really live for it. I used to be obsessed with dressing up…touching upon that darker vein running through me. I wanted to be bad, naughty and really unleash that thing running amok in me. Maybe I liked Halloween because it gave me an outlet.

I still love Halloween, but for different reasons. I still relish the dark, but I’m careful with it now because I have learned just what can lurk in the dark. What lives in the shadows?  I’m not just talking about what lives inside of us, but what is looking to pounce in the outside world. Ghosts, evil and madness are a very real thing. Darkness…some of it cannot be played with.

Our ancestors understood this. They weren’t distracted by bright TV lights or gadgets…or someone telling us that the Bump in the Dark was just our imagination. That is why they honored this night with bonfires, offerings and bribes of candy to the restless spirits…corporal or ghostly.

That being said, it is also a time where we can fearlessly look into that dark night that has teeth. It’s the time where we can delve into that really bad part of ourselves. It’s always necessary to do so, to know exactly what you are capable. This is the time of year to figure out what is your super power, and what is the true capacity of your own personal brand of evil. If you know it, it has no power over you. Better yet, you know that it is there if you ever really need it. Your ace in the hole, if you will.

For Halloween, I like to protect my energy. I don’t need to wear a costume to be a dark witch, a priestess, a slutty waitress or devil (but don’t get me wrong, I’ve done all those costumes and they are a LOT of fun). All those things live inside me, so I honor them while I honor the dead, the lost and the things that feel that whatever is happening here on earth is a helluva lot more fun than whatever is going on beyond the veil.

Just know whoever you kiss on Halloween may be on borrowed time here on this side of the realms.