Lessons in Magick: The Primordial Howl

“When silence is held, mystery is revealed.” Karina Blackheart

  1. To know
  2. To dare
  3. To will
  4. To keep silent

Silence is one of a witch’s greatest powers. The fourth point in the pyramid of power, its position on the bottom of the list is not indicative of its importance, but more a profound function. It is a gift which holds deepening, a fierce wisdom, and transformational authority so sought by many but growing ever more elusive in our overly verbal society. Less about keeping secrets and far more focused on the assimilation of the three previous tenants, there can be no divine evolution of self without the limitless void that silence provides. For early Scandinavian and Norse societies this pregnant darkness had a name, Ginnungagap.

On old maps, Ginnungagap was often used to represent the boundaries of the known and the unknow world. An empty position full of possibilities and endless wonder, it held space for all things and nothing simultaneously. Spiritually it is the “gaping void” which holds only pure magical force within it. The liminal link between the end of one world and the beginning of another, it is the pregnant eternity that germinates the essence of evolution and creativity. No divine beings exist within it- the chaotic harmony of nature suspended in the womb of the dark mother. Not a place that can be entered through sheer will, it must be surrendered to and allowed to absorb us completely for its essence to be accessed.

In the ancient void of Ginnungagap, a singularity, or undefined point, catalyzed or burst into existence. This occurred in an incomprehensibly finite amount of time, and scientists have theorized the temperature was 100 million trillion trillion kelvins (180 million trillion trillion degrees Fahrenheit). I know that temperature looks like something a toddler would use, but the heat was far too intense for our basic measurement systems. The profound power of Muspelheim tore through the void and within seconds the expanding universe had cooled enough for subatomic particles to form atoms through nucleosynthesis, an incredibly nerdy term that sets my heart on fire! This authentic primordial soup of dense, (think 400,000 times as dense as water), matter provided the foundation for the great scream as Ymir, the first crude chaotic consciousness awoke.

Ymir’s silent scream, ushering their birth, emulated after the collision of the primordial fires of Muspellheim and ice of Niflheim, resulting in the first vibrational components of this universe. A hermaphroditic giant, Ymir was the first being and represents the extreme chaos which supports creation. Noise is created by sound waves propagating through a medium, typically air, therefore the “big bang”, as it is colloquially known, was a silent event as there were no such molecules for sound to travel through at the time. The first proto molecules did not form for another 400,000 years.

Nuclear resonance is responsible for many kinds of atomic nuclei that exist today and is critical to the fusion reactions that facilitate simple atoms into more complex ones. Particles can propagate from the vacuum of empty space if blasted with the right frequency hard enough as they resonate and dance within their quantum fields. Such a profound sparkle of vibratory creation bursting from the pregnant void. Light proto gas particles became the matrix for gravitational waves to proliferate, resulting in ripples through spacetime. Such liminal waves, Ymir’s scream, still echo throughout the universe today, but are obscured by the crackle of more recent events such as the merging of neutron stars and black hole collisions.

Silence is not a placeholder for power.

The vacuum of space is not empty simply because you cannot conceive of its geometry. The magic of the deep well does not offer its secrets surrounded by unrelenting chatter. Only through seeming emptiness and the intensity germinating within the temporary suspension of chaos can primordial wisdom burst forth. Some of the most powerful manifestations result from the cultivation of the silent howl. The ability to wield intense energy internally without yielding a flicker or minute sound to reveal your intention.

The most important part of music is the space between the notes, the peak of the sound wave before it ascends, the pauses in the echo of the reverberation of spacetime.

Recede and claim your full potential.

Jenn LeBlanc | Linktree

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References:

https://www.quantamagazine.org/how-the-physics-of-resonance-shapes-reality-20220126/?fbclid=IwAR1YNEa1lhOd-Vb7YgcCbcViCVGlQJ-ciGDw7ktLlUBpEf8KI5UPRn5Gv6I

https://sciencing.com/temperature-universe-during-big-bang-4822.html

https://www.space.com/661-sound-waves-left-imprint-universe.html

https://phys.org/news/2020-12-technique-sift-universe-gravitational.html

Völuspá (voluspa.org)

A Daughter of Baba Yaga

Baba Yaga

Image: Vania Zouravliov

“The Crone, the Reaper, She is the Dark Moon, what you don’t see coming at you, what you don’t get away with the wind that whips the spark across the fire line. Chance, you could say, or, what’s scarier still: the intersection of chance with choices and actions made before. The brush that is tinder dry from decades of drought, the warming of the earth’s climate that sends the storms away north, the hole in the ozone layer. Not punishment, not even justice, but consequence.”

Starhawk


An innocent moment, with what appeared to be an innocent vision, has completely shifted my path and my current way of thinking. It’s funny how the Universe works like that, one moment you feel stuck, stagnant, trapped, and the next you are given your freedom, you have received your answers. I am no stranger to occurrences like this but the timing is what has me reflecting back on the last two weeks, and realizing that everything really is all relative.

My life appeared to be random happening, after random happening and there was no rhyme or reason to my emotions, thought process, or decision making. I was flying by the seat of my pants, which for a controlling, OCD Cancer like myself, this is something that we just don’t do. I thought that I was suffocating because of my relationship/friendships, or maybe my living situation. I knew that something was off, that something was wrong, and no matter how much I cut out of my life, or how much meditating I did, the feeling always crept back in.

It started two weeks ago on a Sunday night, and I did not write about this experience because I don’t know much, if anything about the deity, and it is my belief that I need to be somewhat educated on a topic before I decide to write about it. I say now that I do not know much about this most beautiful darkness that came to me, I just know that She is here, and She is making Her presence known in every way possible. I am filled with the utmost humility that this Crone has chosen me as one of Her daughters, and I readily and willingly accept Her, and the wisdom she wishes bestow upon me.

This Sunday evening was like every other night, but I was under a lot of emotional stress and at the peak of my madness, I had not been this dark in years. All I seemed to be doing was eating, really rich foods, and craving solitude. I immediately thought I was going through depression, but that soon proved to not be the case. I was still taking care of myself; showering daily, keeping up with household chores, meditating, and all the usual activities I partake in.

I was just really, really dark.

I felt like I couldn’t breathe, I felt like something, everything and nothing were wrong with my life. I was in a chaotic downward spiral, and I couldn’t see where it was coming from. There were no attachments, no attacks, no breaks in my shield, this “attack” was being allowed, and I was the one allowing it.

As I drifted off to sleep I quickly was pulled onto Astral, I remember taking note of the lack of visuals for a brief moment, there was nothing, no color, no smell, no feeling, no texture, it was a place of absolute stillness, absolute nothingness; no guides, no spirit animals, there was no one with me, just my naked body, with a dagger strapped to my left thigh, charms on my neck, and a satchel around my waist. I had the tattoos that I do now, along with some other symbols, they looked Slavic in nature. They were randomly placed on my body, and there was a thick black, dense, energy that was illuminating from them. It was like this blackness had a mind of its own, or maybe even a Master.

I landed in a thick wooded dark forest, and I quickly noticed that the ground was solid, and freezing cold, which would signify winter, but the forest itself was thick, and lush with greenery. I took a deep breath of the clean, crisp, fresh air, as I inhaled I realized there were no animals making noise; I heard nothing.

As quickly as I had this thought I heard branches breaking all around me, first loud, then soft, then loud, then soft again; it was as if I were being taunted, but also a message that this power is strong but not there to harm me.

I felt something at my feet and I looked down to see a snake that was red, black and white. She had coiled herself between my feet and slowly started making her way up my leg, tightening her grip as she got higher. I did not feel threatened by this beautiful serpent, but I knew that this was not a Daemon that I was familiar with, this was not Lucy, Mo, or any other energy that I am somewhat used to. As the snake got closer to my vagina, she entered inside me, and at that exact moment a freezing cold wind gust wrapped itself around me. I lost my balance and fell to the ground, as I picked my face up off the dirt, I noticed the bottom of a robe in front of me, and a cane; as my eyes made their way up the crooked cane, I saw wrinkled hands adorned with many rings gripping the wood.

I quickly asked, “Who are you?” and the response was, “I am the moon you were born under. I am the shadow. I am the Crone. I am the reason you are here.”

I demanded a name, and I was thrown to the ground and roots started to wrap around my body, pinning me to the ground. The cold wind picked back up, and as if the wind itself was speaking I heard the name, “Baba Yaga! I am Baba Yaga, She is Baba Yaga, We are Baba Yaga, child, child, child, child…”

I can still hear the chilling chant and echo in my head.

I woke up from this encounter sore from the roots, but each night since that one I am brought back to those same dark woods, and I sit speaking with this Divinely Dark Crone. It is in these travels that I have realized my sudden love for gardening, Earth, Woods, tinctures, herbs, spices, resin’s, and really Earthly oils, not to mention the rich foods; carbs, cheeses, fresh seasonal fruits and veggies, have all been because Baba Yaga has decided to come into my life. She is making her presence known to me, and the suffocating feeling I was experiencing was her trying to get my attention, and me blatantly ignoring the signs.

I have often struggled with the insecurity if I am “Witchy” enough, and the presence of this powerhouse in my life is telling me that I am Magick, I am Nature, and I am the definition of the Divine Feminine in one of her many depictions.

I am forever and always a Wild Woman, and Witch.

Who is Baba Yaga:

http://www.newworldencyclopedia.org/entry/Baba_Yaga