Resurrecting the Goddess The True Witches Easter

The Hidden History, Dark Myths, and Magickal Roots of Spring’s Sacred Turning

In the wheel of the year, Ostara—what many know as the Spring Equinox—holds an uncanny power. It’s a liminal space where light and dark balance in perfect harmony, but just for a moment. For witches, mystics, and those who walk the path between worlds, this isn’t just about flowers and baby bunnies—it’s about thresholds, old gods, fertility rites, and the return of shadowed light.

It’s no coincidence that modern Easter and ancient Ostara overlap. Strip away the pastel paint and commercial sheen, and what you’ll find is a tapestry woven with forgotten deities, blood-soaked fertility rituals, and the divine dance of resurrection.

Let’s take a walk down the shadowed garden path…

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The Goddess Behind the Veil: Ēostre and the Spirit of Rebirth

Though Ēostre (or Ostara) is scarcely documented, her essence lingers like incense smoke in early dawn. A goddess of spring, dawn, and fertility, she’s said to bring the world back to life after winter’s hold. Her symbols? The hare. The egg. Both ancient emblems of cosmic and carnal fertility—long before the Church rebranded them.

Many pagans today connect Ēostre to the return of Persephone, whose descent into the Underworld is a metaphor for death, and whose rise heralds rebirth. These myths don’t contradict each other—they spiral together. Both goddesses echo the sacred story: we must go into darkness before we can bloom.

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The Blood and Bone of Spring: Pre-Christian Rituals

Before Easter became a tale of crucifixion and resurrection, spring was honored through rites that might make the modern eye blink.

In ancient Germanic, Celtic, and even Middle Eastern traditions, the Spring Equinox was marked with offerings of blood to awaken the soil—sometimes animal, sometimes human. Blood was believed to feed the Earth, to stir her from her cold slumber.

It wasn’t just about life. It was about sacrifice.

This season is one of paradox: the land blooms because something died. It always has.

Even the “resurrection” theme we see in the Easter story mimics older myths: Tammuz and Ishtar, Osiris and Isis, Dionysus, and yes, Persephone. All gods and goddesses who died, descended, and returned.

The veil is thin in spring—but not like it is at Samhain. In spring, it thins to let life back in. But not without whispers from the dark.

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Witchcraft in the Season of Shadows and Light

For witches, Ostara is the time to craft spells for:

New beginnings (planting seeds of change—literally and spiritually)

Resurrection magick (reviving projects, passions, or parts of the self that have lain dormant)

Balance work (healing inner polarities, masculine/feminine, action/rest, shadow/light)

Fertility—of all kinds (creative, physical, spiritual)

In the old ways, witches might dance barefoot under the moon, paint sigils onto eggs and bury them, or draw the hare symbol into the soil to invoke abundance. Bones would be laid at the edges of fields to honor the ancestors, calling on them to bless the crops.

Today, we might light a black and white candle side-by-side, or craft an altar with dark soil, white blossoms, and quartz kissed by moonlight. We might whisper to Persephone as she ascends. We might call to Ēostre at dawn.

And we remember—rebirth isn’t always soft. Sometimes it claws its way through the earth. Sometimes it comes with tears, with blood, with spells spoken in desperation.

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The Magick Beneath the Modern Mask

Modern Easter holds the bones of older rituals, buried beneath chocolate wrappers and Sunday sermons. The egg, once a sacred talisman of life and possibility. The hare, a lunar creature linked to witches and goddesses. Even the resurrection theme—rooted not in one story, but in countless myths of dying gods and fertile Earth.

As witches, we reclaim this time. Not just with flowers and light—but with reverence for what lies beneath it all.

The dark soil. The myths that refuse to die. The blood that feeds the bloom.

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Final Spell: A Witch’s Easter Blessing

As the light returns, may your shadow find peace.

As the soil warms, may your roots grow strong.

As the goddess rises, may you remember your own power to resurrect.

This is your season, witch. Make it sacred. Make it yours.

Blessed Ostara. Blessed Easter. Blessed Be. ❤️J

This is the companion piece to my podcast episode you can listen on your favorite podcast platforms at The Dark Raven Witch Presents