I have always been attracted to fire, even as a child. I remember my mother heralding the warning, “If you play with fire, you are going to pee in the bed.” It never deterred me and I never peed in the bed. I was in the kitchen floor playing with matches at 5 years old. My mother screamed my name….I dropped the match…I melted a patch of linoleum. When she asked me what I was doing, I told her I was watching the fire dance.
Fire, to me, is a powerful element. It is the element to which I most relate. I use fire when I scry. I easily see faces and shapes moving freely around in the flames. I am shown things in fire that I may not recognize in other means of magick. Fire calms me…reassures me. There is nothing more wonderful to me than seeing the flames licking the outer lip of the cauldron.
I love to play with the colors of fire. I will sometimes make a fire using denatured alcohol. It produces a beautiful blue flame. Around the holidays, I love using the pine cones that add different colors. The color I strive for depends on what I am conjuring. If I am looking for healing for myself or someone else, the blue flame works superbly. If I want a little drama, I add a little clove and stand back and watch it pop!
Now, before you get the wrong idea, I am not a pyromaniac. I don’t burn things just for the sake of burning. There is always purpose and intent behind these little light shows. Magickally I have played with breezes and waves and even played in the dirt, but the thing that brings me most joy is fire magick. I am drawn to it. I am the one in Harry Potter that would have chosen to travel by flue powder. I guess that would be why candle magick comes to me easier than most. I can actually see the end results of the spell manifesting itself in the flame.
One of the things I love to do most in spellcasting is to take pictures of those that I am doing magick for and toss them into the fire as I visualize. I can see the flames manipulating the desired result for each person or animal. I also like to take a bit of brushed out fur from my pets and when I am doing healing work, toss some of the hair into cauldron. I watch as the flames engulf that part of the animal and envelop them in healing….much like the way we are wrapped in the cozy feeling a fire in a fireplace brings.
When it feels as if the day has beaten me, I love nothing better than to light every candle in the living room, turn off the rest of the lights and let the candle flames nourish me. As I write this, I have a sage scented candle burning beside me. I feel the smoke wafting toward my face. It cleanses and invigorates me as much as a quick splash of water against my face would. When I smudge with a burning sage bundle, I love to stand in the veil of smoke. It pushes all that is negative away from me and moves all that is positive into me. I feel that being cloaked in the remnants that fire leaves behind is rejuvenating. Native Americans fan the smoke into themselves to purify. I love that feeling of freshness and brilliance that sage smoke brings.
I have a very healthy respect for the element of fire and would never be careless in my work with it. I have learned to dance alongside my friend. I have learned to respect it. I have also learned to never underestimate it.