Welcome to my first day away! Here is number nine.
The Only Difference Between Skyclad and Not, Is What Burns First
Well, that one is pretty much…we’ve all been there. You knock over a candle or bring that incense a little too close to your skin, and suddenly you’re cursing the Charge of the Goddess, which boldly states that to be free, we must be skyclad in our rites.
For those visiting, I’d like to explain a bit. “Skyclad” is the witch-word for naked as the day you were born. We ideally practice skyclad. This is in part based on Gerald Gardner’s exclamation in Witchcraft Today that the energy from our rites functions better when it exudes off of our skin, instead of being trapped underneath clothes. A lot of public pagan rites tend to favor medieval dress, probably because it’s nice looking, obscure enough, and makes us feel pretty.
Skyclad is surprisingly hard to achieve when you’re a city witch, or not quite independent – in college, or living with other people who don’t share your views (parents, sexual partner, etc). The room you’re occupying always has a chance to be knocked upon, even if you tell them you’re trying to sleep, and nothing disturbs a good, bare ass naked meditation like cheering from the next room as the Yankees hit another home run.
But even beyond that, when a skyclad ritual is headed towards successful, there are infinite more dangers to be aware of. The dresser that sits behind you has corners that are a lot more painful on your bare skin than they are behind a padding of denim. And most importantly? The candles. I’ve usually got at least 7 going – three on the altar, and one in each direction. That’s a lot of heat, and in a small room, that’s a lot of chance for hair or skin to get caught on fire. Even hot wax can hit sensitive bits of your body, or burning ash from incense.