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I have been seeing this crop up lately; the claim menstrual blood as an offering in paganism to ones powers that be in ineffective. It’s claimed it is dead blood”, or that only neo-wiccans believe it’s any good to do because menstruating is yucky and painful and inconvenient and ugh.
My kinfolk, I think we need to talk about sacrifice a bit more.
First of all, from my PTB standpoint, it isn’t about the blood. My deities and spirits are not standing at the door to Otherside with a straw to suck up the blood as soon as it is offered, just as spirits cannot physically eat food offered to them, or partake of water or wine. And that isn’t a newly invented neo-wiccan idea people can sneer over; the concept of offerings feeding spirits dates well back to Egyptian times, when family members were expected to make daily offerings to the deceased, and their take on it was the spirits were fed from the “spirit” of food.
Let us think about this for a moment. Back in the day before supermarkets, a loaf of bread was a very long process. Fields had to be prepared, seeds sown, crops harvested, threshed, ground, baked….the sheer amount of work just to offer one loaf of bread to an altar - which often no human being would end up eating afterwards -represents considerable sacrifice from the individual.
Nowadays, a lot of bread is automated and mass-produced, and people tend to get a bit elitist and hipster about food sacrifices. Still, if it is a sacrifice for you to spend money on a loaf of bread to place upon an altar, then that is a sacrifice, end of. If your area is going through a drought, then a glass of water is a sacrifice. That is what sacrifice means; giving something precious., even if it hurts. Offering livestock as a sacrifice was done because meat was precious - there is a lot of meat on one cow. To burn it as offering or give it to gods meant a sign of wealth to those who could offer many, and a sign of piety for those who only could offer one. The blood had nothing to do with it (and this is why I have always had an issue with the Cain and Abel story - growing food is just as time consuming as raising cattle…but perhaps God’s disdain of anything but a blood offering is where our current obsession with ‘fresh blood sacrifice GOOD’ comes from).
This brings me back to the point of moontime. I’m bleeding for the World right now, with lunar eclipse and Supermoon, and Samhain and wild hunt right round the corner. The rebellion against what is thought to be a neo-pagam view on menstruating is creating a knee jerk reaction in some people - the rejection of menstruation as ritual, as sacrifice, as a form of offering. But a sacrifice is something precious given up, my kinfolk and that means it is probably also going to hurt. This is why, even though my PTB are not vampires, they are perfectly happy with my menstruation as an offering, because they know it fucking hurts. They know I’m soaking a pad an hour right now, and have to keep changing my knickers, and sleep on a towel at night, and only sleep in my side, and curl up around a water bottle, and take iron tablets as I’m chronically anaemic. They know I use this time as a payoff for asking for portents and signs, for hedge crossing and faring forth. Every single cramp and soaked pad and change of sheets in the morning is my sacrifice, and I defy anyone to tell me it isn’t worth as much as their pinprick on the finger to smear a droplet of claret on a wafer.
It isn’t worthless or hippy or ’earth mother lameness’ to treat menstruation with a bit of awe; our modern understanding of biology doesn’t cheapen it. It’s three days of fatigue, frustration, pain and inconvenience which we have learned to live with. If you don’t menstruate, then there are plenty of avenues for sacrifice, and that is fine. But if you do, don’t think it isn’t worthy of offering up as sacrifice. It is.
Now I gotta go change my pad again and take more paracetamol.