The Winter Mother’s Cauldron is a whirl of hags, sleet, and silence. Within its bowels bird-women, yet-walking splayed creatures, silvered Dead, and tree-wives are found. It is a home to this Titan which we call Winter, and whose avatars emerge when she is invited into the home, guiding us in rites for good or ill in equal measure. This toothless, beaked hag who roams the space between the Aspen trees, dangles from the branches of Pine, and consumes little more than the bletted, frozen berries which not even birds will eat.
These cauldrons are a place of rest and of comfort to she who walks upon frostbitten toes, so that she may live as the seasons turn, beyond the cold of Winter. They are intended for those who would bring the mysteries of Winter into their home, and welcome its teachings beyond the season of Death. Each is sure to bring an array of experiences which will involve its owner in the witchery of night-hags, yearning mothers, suckling babes, Winter trees, and frozen landscapes.
Each Cauldron has been spun from red stoneware, partially taken from ancestral clay deposits proper to my family’s history. Each has been prayed, blessed, and prophesied over. Each has been adorned with a talisman of the star Vega, for its ability in controlling beasts and witches, and its association with the Winter Mother herself.
Each Winter Mother’s Cauldron has been fed a hen, and loaded with a charge which will only be shared with those who would welcome them into their home. Each comes with a vial of our Winter Mother, Cut-Wife, and Aspen Maiden sorcerous oils, as well as access to a live session with me to discuss the Winter Mother, who she is, what she does, why she exists, and how she may be called upon for our purposes.
The pictures posted here are pre-consecration. For pictures of the cauldrons post-consecration, please reach out.
Sold as curio only.
The Winter Mother’s Cauldron is a whirl of hags, sleet, and silence. Within its bowels bird-women, yet-walking splayed creatures, silvered Dead, and tree-wives are found. It is a home to this Titan which we call Winter, and whose avatars emerge when she is invited into the home, guiding us in rites for good or ill in equal measure. This toothless, beaked hag who roams the space between the Aspen trees, dangles from the branches of Pine, and consumes little more than the bletted, frozen berries which not even birds will eat.
These cauldrons are a place of rest and of comfort to she who walks upon frostbitten toes, so that she may live as the seasons turn, beyond the cold of Winter. They are intended for those who would bring the mysteries of Winter into their home, and welcome its teachings beyond the season of Death. Each is sure to bring an array of experiences which will involve its owner in the witchery of night-hags, yearning mothers, suckling babes, Winter trees, and frozen landscapes.
Each Cauldron has been spun from red stoneware, partially taken from ancestral clay deposits proper to my family’s history. Each has been prayed, blessed, and prophesied over. Each has been adorned with a talisman of the star Vega, for its ability in controlling beasts and witches, and its association with the Winter Mother herself.
Each Winter Mother’s Cauldron has been fed a hen, and loaded with a charge which will only be shared with those who would welcome them into their home. Each comes with a vial of our Winter Mother, Cut-Wife, and Aspen Maiden sorcerous oils, as well as access to a live session with me to discuss the Winter Mother, who she is, what she does, why she exists, and how she may be called upon for our purposes.
The pictures posted here are pre-consecration. For pictures of the cauldrons post-consecration, please reach out.
Sold as curio only.
