I don’t know exactly how to put into words what working with Baba Yaga is like. I am not of Slavic descent, nor had I invested any time researching Slavic Paganism. The only connection I can offer is a few years of Ukrainian dance and that was a lifetime ago.
She showed up out of nowhere, in Ireland of all places and while I was elbows deep in a Morrigan pilgrimage. It seems that Baba Yaga likes to catch you off guard, your defenses down and open to whatever energies or deities come forward. Cerridwen and I had a long term relationship, having put things on hold so that I could focus on my work with The Morrigan. I met the Cailleach at Loughcrew and it wasn’t long before I sensed another presence. It definitely wasn’t The Morrigan, I was certain of that. No, this was someone new. Because I was in Ireland, I assumed it was Maeve, but the energy seemed off. So I decided to wait it out and just let things progress because there was no point in doing otherwise.
So she followed me home, Old Bony Legs. She made herself known and also made it clear that there was much Work ahead. She doesn’t need you to be Slavic. She doesn’t need you to be anything but yourself. But I will offer you this bit of advice. She does need you to be honest. Don’t even think about bullshitting her. She won’t hesitate to call you on it and she won’t be gentle when she does.
