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🌕 When the Veil Grows Thin: The Sacred Harvest of Amanita Muscaria at Samhain — When the Red Queen Rises in All Her Glory
- Renee Boje
- 4 days ago
- 11 min read
May we enter the Season of Mist & Mystery with deep Reverence in our Hearts for the Splendor of Nature & the Magical Wonderland of Enchanted Beings she cloaks within her Secret Queendom. The forest whispers many secrets within the golden shadow of Autumn. May the mists lead us back to the Mystery that often lays dormant within our hearts... but can be awakened in an instant! Let the Magic Begin!
Sons and Daughters of the Earth, Children of Moonlight and Moss - let us gather close in heart, for the time of the Veil is upon us. As leaves blush crimson and the soil breathes in the dew, mists, and rain, the Red Queen stirs beneath birch and pine. Her caps, like drops of enchanted wine spilled upon emerald velvet, gleaming at the threshold between worlds. The weary sun bows low, the autumn winds whisper secrets through the branches, and the Veil grows thinner and thinner with each passing day.
This is the hour of Samhain, the season when the living and those who have crossed over dwell side by side. It is also the hour when Amanita muscaria - that radiant, mysterious emissary of thresholds - rises in her ripest glory, the forest’s own oracle crowned in scarlet and ivory.
To harvest her ethically is to walk a sacred path - one that honors reciprocity, ecology, and enchantment. Below is a sacred guide to gathering the Red Queen with humility, devotion, and reverence - weaving together faery lore, goddess myth, and the ancient memory held within her red and white flesh.
🌙 Samhain, Goddesses, Faeries, and the Red Queen
’Tis the sacred season of Samhain, when the veil is thinnest -’Now is the time of thresholds - of endings and beginnings... of descent and rebirth.
It is the season of Hecate, Freja, Cerridwen, Persephone, and the many faces of the Crone - goddesses of wisdom, transformation, and the shadowed hidden path that leads us home. It is also the season of the Fae, our hidden kin who move between light and shadow, laughter and lament.
In the tales of old, it was said that priestesses and faeries alike walked together beneath the golden glow of the full moon, gathering mushrooms as offerings to guide souls across the veil. Their songs, soft as smoke, rose into the starlit boughs - weaving bridges for the spirits of the departed.
“We remember,” say the faeries. “We remember when you walked beside us in moonlight, your hearts unarmored, your voices woven with ours.”
Thus, when we gather the Amanita at Samhain, we honor both the Goddess and the Fae - those who teach us to die and to be reborn in every season. Our harvest becomes Her dance, our offering Her voice, our presence Her echo.
And if we listen closely - through the hush of leaves, through the hum of the mycelium singing beneath our feet - we may yet hear them whisper:
“All that falls shall rise again. All that sleeps shall dream anew. The veil is not a wall, but a doorway. Step through, beloved... step through.”
🌀 A Priestess’s Rite: Harvesting Amanita with Devotion
Below are the steps I offer as a sacred framework - not rigid rules, but living petals you may bend with the wisdom of your own higher spirit, with peace within your heart, and the gentle help of the fae. The forest listens when we walk in beauty upon her; the fae draw near when our hearts hum with reverence for the splendor of Mother Nature that blesses us here upon this earthly realm.
1. Entering in Sacred Silence
Before you touch Earth’s lips, breathe. Walk slowly, stepping softly upon Mother Earth. Listen - let your body become part of her rhythm. Let your footsteps echo with gratitude. Whisper your name, your purpose, your oath. Ask permission of the guardians of the unseen realms - the roots, the mycelium, and the magical beings who dwell between moss, leaf, fungi and soil... all the body of Mother Earth.
“We are the watchers in dew and dusk,” the faeries whisper. “Come softly, dreamer. The soil remembers every sound.”
Enter not as conqueror, but as supplicant and kin.
2. Choosing the Red Queen
Seek the mature ones, whose caps have spread but not yet flattened or decayed. Leave the infants and ancients - those too young or too old - so the circle remains unbroken, and life continues to spiral onward.
Favor those far from roads and rust, where the forest hums pure and alive, and the wise mycelial dreams are undisturbed.
“We hide our jewels where the trees still breathe, where the dew drops containing our songs do fall” sing the fae who see all within their forests. “Find her not in haste but in harmony, for only those with ears to truly listen may lift her veil.”
3. The Gentle Harvest
Gently and in communion, cup the stem’s base between your fingers. Twist and lift, coaxing the mushroom free with respect, not force. Do not dig or tear the soil; the mycelium beneath is sacred - messengers of the hidden heart of the forest, who will bless us with more of the wisdom contained within the Amanita when treated with love and devotion.
As you do, tap the cap ever so lightly. Let a few spores drift like snowflakes into the moss - an offering of renewal, carried on the sweet floral breath of faery wings.
Once free, cover the spot with leaves or soft moss, returning the blessing of shelter to the Great Mother below.
“Thank you for harvesting our wise sister with care,” murmur the Pillywiggins. “Now mend her cradle, and we shall dance with you once again.”
4. Scattering the Seeds of Tomorrow preserves the Wonderland that is still to Come
Carry one mushroom unwrapped in your basket so it may shed spores as you walk softly - a blessing whispered into each gentle step you take. You become an ally of the fae - a seed-bearer of magic woven beneath the womb of Mother Earth. May we remember that we are the caretakers of the magic of a future many will never tap into, yet they will feel it - pulsing in the heartbeat of the forest, whispering through the mycelial web that binds us all. It will speak to them in dreams of the expansion of the consciousness that is being woven now by the intelligence of the mycelial network which connects, sustains and even preserves all of life.
Later, make a spore print, and return it to the woods beneath bark or moss as a covenant. Always take only what is needed - for medicine, for ritual, for communion.
“Give as the trees give to Mother Earth and her animal and bird queendom,” hum the fae. “All returns. All is remembered and all you do here is witnessed by the hidden realms that dance between the veil”
5. The Offering of Return
What we take, we must repay in humility. At the end of your harvest, pause. Offer something of yourself - a strand of hair, a dribble of honey, a few drops of wine, a petal from your heart. And for the fae, ring some faery bells for them and leave a token of joy: a piece of fruit, a glimmering crystal, a song whispered to the wind, or a simple promise kept.
Then, speak softly to Mother Earth, through her sacred soil, something like:
“Beloved Mother - I offer my gratitude to thee, as I harvest your beloved Queen of red and white, with reverence, not with want. May her presence rise again, in faery-jeweled crowns blessed by the enchanted realms. What I receive, I return with love and devotion.”
Seal your offering not with a breath - exhale slowly over the earth, your spirit entwining with hers. May faery blessed dewdrops or blessed rain fall upon this ground now as a final blessing.
“We shall carry your words on wings sprinkled with mist and moonlight,” murmur the faeries, “So the sacred covenant between the worlds is preserved and the realms of the fae may continue and so that we may continue to infuse our magic into each breath that Mother Nature takes here deep within the woods.”
6. Each footstep upon Mother Earth can be offered in Gratitude as a Blessing
Depart the Forest ever so gently, in sacred reverence. With each gentle footstep, feel yourself connecting with the priestesses across time who have harvested this sacred mushroom before you. Let their presence move through you, remembering that time is but an illusion and the golden strands of fate connect us through all timelines. Remember you too are part of the lineage of those who walked with the Red Queen in devotion.
Avoid crushing moss or breaking twigs. Let your passage be a prayer in motion. Pause often. Place your palm against bark. Feel the forest breathe with you.
Know that every step carries intention, every breath is a divine union with all of nature.
“She sees you,” whisper the faeries, “the Red Queen and her kin. May you continue to walk softly upon Mother Earth and May you See with Wonder, Listen with your inner ear, and come to dance with us between the veils again.... for you are part of her Queendom now just as we are a part of you.”
🌿 I. Remember Who She Is
Amanita is not a mere fungus, nor an isolated being - she is a mycorrhizal oracle, living in sacred union with the roots of trees. Through her underground body, the mycelium, she whispers with oak and birch, pine and spruce, sharing nourishment, story, and song.
Mycorrhizal comes from the ancient Greek words mykes (fungus) and rhiza (root) - meaning “fungus-root.” It describes the living bond between fungi and trees: a sacred exchange of breath and sustenance. Through this hidden network, the forest communes - the fungi offering minerals and water, the trees gifting sugars spun from sunlight. It is the original language of reciprocity, older than leaf or bone.
“We are the shimmering threads that remember all,” whisper the faeries. “We weave the roots through realms of dream and dew, carrying the songs of the trees from the underworld of light and magic”
When Amanita sends her red-capped emissaries above the soil, it is not to offer herself for taking, but for meeting - for recognition. Each mushroom is a moment of revelation in the forest’s ongoing prayer.
“We are the messengers beneath the moss,” murmur the faeries. “Through the Red Queens Mycelial threads, our voices travel - weaving dreams between root and rain. "Open your third eye so you may see through our eyes," they whisper, “for we dwell within the sacred jewels of her sparkling crown and within her roots woven like a tapestry of light beneath the womb of Mother Earth. Each cap that rises is a temple containing infinite wisdom. Each spore a promise of a return to love. We carry the prophecies of the New Earth within our wings and sprinkle it upon the crowns of the sons and daughters of Mother Earth. May you catch our spark and carry it with you eternally."
To remember Amanita is to remember the language of reciprocity - the breath between realms, the shimmer between seen and unseen.
“Breathe with her,” sing the fae. “Listen with your entire being. She remembers you, as the forest remembers all who walk gently.”
✨ Closing Blessing: The Song of the Fae and the Red Queen
O wanderers of Moss and Moonlight, blessed art those who know in their hearts that Amanita is no mere object, but a living altar of soil and stardust. She is teacher, threshold, and emissary of faery and myth - a living spirit who remembers the first songs sung between root and cosmos.
To harvest her well is to recall the ancient covenant - the deep contract between Mother Earth and all who walk upon her. It is to move with the rhythm of the unseen, to listen for the pulse beneath the moss, to honor the dance that continues long after our footprints fade.
“We see you,” whisper the faeries. “We see how gently your hands move, how your heart hums our forgotten hymns. You walk with our blessings now, beautiful dreamer - the veil remembers your gentle touch and infuses your sacred heart with our magic.”
May your hands be softened by dew, your heart lit with devotion, your eyes open to what dances between the trees. May the Red Queen rise again for centuries beyond our flesh - crowned in red fire and white starlight, singing her eternal hymn through her mycelial realms deep within the womb of Mother Earth.
“And we,” the fae murmur, “will guard her dream, and yours, in the folds of twilight and mist.”
Blessed be your gathering - may it be a sacred prayer, a communion with the love of all that blesses the splendor of Mother Nature. May it echo within the mycelial heart of Mother Earth forever more, where all true magic begins and never ends. As above so below. Blessed be.
-Written by Renee Boje, with Love & Devotion for the Red Queen and her Faery Queendom
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