Pentacle points:
Fire on the Iron Pentacle is Pride. On the Pearl, it is Law. The two are connected by knowing one’s value and place in the world. You were meant to be here. In fact, many of us were brought here at great expense and effort. You are part of what makes this world, the blades of the Goddxs. Law is written in the lines of the world, it is there for you to read. It is the course of the stars, and the striations of minerals. Pride is the knowledge that every witch must have that they are here with purpose and resolve, to enact the law they know. The secret of this is that the will of the witch is holy will. It is simply the work of distinguishing the will of the ego from the will of the soul. And even though that is simple work, it is never-ending and difficult.
Color associations:
Red, like the color of blood
Direction:
South
Tool:
The Blade. Athame or sword, it is the physical embodiment of flame, shaped like it, born of it. The blade directs the use of energy, allows us to focus it in a specific direction. We charge the blade with ambient magic, we activate it with breath until it rings like a bell. Then we let it rip. Witches make their own lines of the world. This is how.
Guardian:
South (AKA Suavecito) is the muse, the source of inspiration. He is the seductive voice that whispers in your ear, “What do you want? You can have it.” That question has always terrified me. He reminds me at those times that the Fae are lawyers, but that magic is not. Fire is all about being willing to dare to create something else, something bigger, something wonderful. He challenges us to dream bigger. He wraps you in his many arms and sets you ablaze to create. His is the dance of the stars. Also, well, he doesn’t get the nickname Suavecito for nothing.
Gate between:
The Santa Clarita Mountains outside of Desert Hot Springs, CA. But in specific, there is a valley, up a wash in Anza Borrego park. It is guarded by cacti and rattlesnakes. The cactus spirit stands between two stones, but if you can get past, there is a flame that burns, about 6 feet off the ground. Sing to it at night and it will celebrate with you. The first time I went to Anza Borrego, I did just that. We built a small fire and sang all night. But the time I really understood was the first time I went back for Semana Santa. I hadn’t been to Easter at San Ignacio in so long, since I was a child. About 20 years. But when I did, driving along I-10, I could hear the mountains singing like sirens, singing “Welcome home!” I can’t imagine living there, but people do. It is a place like no other, an opening into a world of butterflies and white sheep on the cliffs, and desert flowers like fire and stars that bloom like doves, nestled in spines.
Gate within:
The gate for fire is the belly, the cauldron. Opening this place allows for one to connect to true desire and will. It also is the home of courage. Inside each of us is a piece of the unstoppable force, of holy will, that forges forward toward the liberation of our own soul. It often comes out as our voice when we don’t know why we are saying something hard, or a decision that feels like it is already decided when it arises. There is no going back. We feel that in our center, in our belly, the opening of a gate. It feels like fate, because it is. It simply is.
Seyewailo 