Alraune – Part 1 of 2
Under the argent sickle of a right hand moon, I sacrificed a two year old mandrake for the making of an alraune. According to custom, the root may be carved into a humanoid shape and then reburied, its wounds to heal and be re-exhumed once its new shape has been adopted. In this case, the procedure was unnecessary as the root had a body and two shapely symmetrical legs as it had grown of its own accord.
Also, the root was cultivated in a pot, so tying my dog to it and risking veterinary fees or animal cruelty charges as the root was wrenched from the earth was likewise unneeded. Another benefit of having a potted plant is the ease with which I could preserve all the rootlets, thus lessening the injury to the plant and the resulting loss of its power in the process of digging.
Once exposed and carefully washed, my alraune spent its first night under the light of the moon. Because of the size of the root and the danger of its rotting before it can dry, it will spend its subsequent days in a bowl of salt, to be removed for a brief period each day for feeding and charming, before being returned to its safeguarded telluric slumbers.
While blackthorns are used for violent purpose and defence to inflict pain and suffering, whitethorns are utilized here to move specific intentions into the alraune in a physical, embodied way. No trauma is intended, but the pushing, deep into the core of the vegetal being the qualities sought to make it a powerful spirit ally working in concert with the daemon of the plant itself.
The work will continue through the waxing of the moon, into fullness and through its waning as the salt sucks the sap from the root and readies it for its life to come.