Blood is a Magickal substance. It sustains life, in ways no other part of us can. It delivers oxygen and nutrients to all the cells of the body. It can be given to others to sustain life, without damaging the giver. It carries our DNA, our genetic code, the pattern that connects us to our ancestors and our descendants.
Blood marks the thresh hold between childhood and coming of age. It is the place that the beginning of life is formed. It flows at miscarriage and birth. And it stops flowing at the time of change, when we are no longer capable of creating life.
It flows when we are injured, whether from a skinned knee in childhood or from some traumatic event, whether accidental or combative, or at the moment of initiation into the mystery of sexual awakening.
Without it flowing freely through us, we die. It is the essence of life. It carries our life force. It is that part of us that is most quintessentially ourselves.
I sacrifice a drop of my blood every morning to test my sugar to maintain the health of my body. I also sacrifice a drop or two to my Magick on occasion.
It is a part of me that I can give to my Magick, to my Gods, to my Ancestors, to my Allies, without causing permanent damage to my body. It is the most direct way to connect to those spells that are of utmost importance to my life. My Magick is at least as important to me as my health. My Magick is as personal to me as my body. My blood is an essential part of me, and it is mine to give as I see fit.
If you are healthy enough to donate blood to the Red Cross, consider the Magick that you are giving to your community. Consider the Magick that saves the life of a stranger. That is a spell worthy of a Great Witch.