Sending magick
Words spoken aloud into a strong wind, facing the direction of the one they are for. The wind delivers; do not call them back.
Father Wind · A Szelek Ura — Lord of the Four Winds
Breath of the steppe — messenger, scatterer, carrier of song and prayer.
Szél Atya is the great mover. He carries seed, scent, rumour and prayer; he scatters what is finished and brings what is to come. On the Hungarian plain he is felt more than seen — a personality in his own right, courted by horsemen, feared by mothers with washing on the line, consulted by anyone who needs to send a message no postman can carry.
“Whisper into the wind what you cannot say aloud. He keeps no secrets — but he tells them only to the one who needs to hear.”
Words spoken aloud into a strong wind, facing the direction of the one they are for. The wind delivers; do not call them back.
Opening all windows at dawn after illness, grief or quarrel, and standing in the cross-draught while it scours the rooms.
Whistling — softly, never sharply — to call a breeze. To dismiss one, hang a knotted cord in a doorway and untie one knot.
Calling the Four Winds — stand at a crossroads or hilltop, turn to each cardinal direction and name what you ask of that wind: east for beginnings, south for ripening, west for release, north for endurance.
Write what cannot be said to a living face. Read it aloud into a strong wind, then burn the paper and let the ash go.
On a windy day, fly a kite with a wish tied to the string. Cut the string when it pulls hardest, and let him take it.
Folk workings, given in good faith. Approach with respect; results are theirs, not yours.
To call a needed breeze on a still day, whistle three rising notes facing the horizon, then turn and walk seven steps without looking back.
When you need quiet weather or a quiet mind, tie seven knots in a linen cord while exhaling slowly on each. Hang in a doorway. Untie one knot a day to return motion.