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This is a (delightfully pink) Question & Answer video taped in my boudoir. I am answering YOUR questions on tarot, writing, and witchcraft. Was one of your questions included? You'll have to watch and find out.
"I Offered the Wrong Fruit to This God!"..."I set up my altar wrong!"..."My Life is Falling Apart!", they wail.
I love this! (In a warped and twisted way.) People, mostly youngish people that I'm finding (mostly), have gone over-the-top insanely fixated on practicing their paganism from a strictly Historically Accurate context. We all know that this is impossible, those of us old 'uns who've been around a while and tread the path from various perspectives and dimensions.
I sit back in quiet amazement watching the high-drama..."I've insulted Zeus and Cerridwen (Greek god; Celtic goddess, for those who don't know, and that's ok). They either set an altar up "WRONG", or put the wrong offering out, or put the opposing altar with the opposing deities from opposing pantheons and cultures up too close together, or on the wrong day, or with the wrong intention...on and on and on and on.
These kiddos make me tired, just watching them. They must be expending an enormous amount of energy on the how and why, the "historical accuracy" of an ancient deity, the who and when, how much, how often, worrying about repercussions from the G'awds above if something isn't done the way it was a bazillion years ago.
And in doing so, they are missing the point completely.
They are missing the blessing of any divine insight because they are so wrapped up in our physical world and fanatical practices, and totally consumed with worry about DOING IT WRONG.
How can Divinity get a message through all the dramatic over-the top cadder-walling going on, both verbally and in their mind. You have to be still, and preferably calm and peaceful, to connect with that inner voice, the voice that most often winds up to be the spiritual world trying to reassure us, or give us a message, or direct us in some way. You can't hear that voice when you're all hot and angry under the collar because you are trying to reconstruct an ancient practice that has left no witnesses, and you're all mad that no one understands what you're trying to do, and you're even more angry that some people are telling you it's not only impossible, it's unnecessary.
How can anyone connect with the Divine through all that?
The biggest negative to come out of all this, that I can see, is that these people are blaming everything that goes wrong in their life on the fact that they might be worshipping a deity incorrectly, and it's the mad wrath of the god or goddess coming down on them.
You're not that important in the big scheme of ancient deities.
Your life is falling apart, if indeed it is, by the decisions you make, your own personal choices; the people you choose to associate with; the life-style that you choose to live. Your life is falling apart because of personal fears, personal weaknesses, personal demons.
Your life is falling apart because of all these things and maybe more.
It's time for you to grow some kahoonas and take responsibility for the mess your life is in instead of blaming some ancient deity for your personal predicament.
You can't fix it, repair it, or rebuild it by going bat-shit fixated crazy trying to worship some ancient god or goddess in an "historically accurate" way; and then getting yourself all messed up because you feel you've failed this in some way.
And then there are those people who just LOVE DRAMA, and they've found the perfect foible with which to feed this appetite. I've seen desperate posts by people simply hungry for attention, with all kinds of crazy stories about how they did something to bring down the wrath of the gods upon them.
And, you know, they generally get the attention they seek.
Again, I'm amazed.
They get patted on the back, blessings sent, hugs and kisses, because some big-ass old god is angry that they set up an altar the WRONG WAY, and now they are VICTIMS. Of course, the people who respond to such nonsense in this way are enabling this victim mentality, and it will go on and on and on and on. This won't stop. It feeds too many emotional, psychological, and mental needs on such a wide variety of levels, both for the "victim" and the enabler. It's not going to go away.
The saddest thing is that a true Divine Connection will never be made, experienced, enjoyed, or accepted for what it is.
Sit with the sun on your face.
Stand with the moist earth beneath your bare feet.
I'm migrating to a new computer, thanks to my son, who is doing all the technical work AND supplying me with the new computer (those 15 hours of labor 26 years ago are paying off *lol*). He has moved EVERYTHING from my old computer into the new one, which is a huge job, as I've accumulated so much through years of writing, photographing, video taping, and Doing Stuff. I'm actually finding things that I've forgotten about in old files, and that's what I'm posting here today. The following Spell was in a folder I used for taking notes, called "Personal Notebook". I don't have these entries dated, nor have I recorded any original sources, but as so often the case with this type of thing, this Spell is perfect for the Here n' Now ~
Take a deep breath. Place your hands, palms down, one on each side of the crystal. Empty your mind. Slowly open your hands so that they will rest on the table, but the palms are facing each other-- still the same distance apart, one on each side of the crystal. If you are trying to materialize an object, place a lodestone or pair of lodestones beside the crystal.
As you recite the chant, bring your hands together-- a mark at a time. This means that you will be saying the chant eleven times in all, while focusing on the crystal in the middle that rests upon your desire.
Begin, with the first of eleven repetitions:
"Venez a' moi. (pause) Come to me.
De'plier. (pause) Unfold.
Dimension to dimension.
De'plier. (pause) Unfold.
As you utter the charm, your hands will most likely grow significantly warm and you may feel as if you are actually holding something-- which, in essence, you are.
On the eleventh repetition, as you utter the last word ("De'plier"), with a rush of breath, open your eyes and look immediately up to the right-- that place where we manufacture from fantasy into reality of the spoken word and say-- "Cachet! Tow!", which roughly translates to "hide the spell".
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Hello, World! …the free “pick-a-card” readings have been updated, and this month they are in video format, with Time Stamps. I loaded this video directly to The Tarot Parlour, so you’ll have to follow this link to view them:
The other night, on my way to see a movie with my daughters, I told them about my dream the night before. One of my daughters was intensely excited when I told her that I had a disturbing dream the night before because she said she did too, and she wanted to compare them. As I started relating my dream to her, she said, "Oh, my!", and virtually started bouncing in her seat.
My dream ~ There was a shadowy beginning part that was dark and ominous, like black and white quickened clips from a horror movie, most of which slipped from my mind for the most part, except that it involvd "A Man". This man had something to do with the second part of this dream, which in contrast is starkly blazened on my mind. Some dreams are like that, I believe, because they are more than just an ordinary dream. And this was one of those dreams.
The second part...There was a knock on my front door. I opened and heard someone say, "The police want to talk to you." (Your stomach kind of goes 'thud' when you hear those words.) I went outside, where there was a squad car with two officers sitting in the front seat. I stood by the passenger side, and the officer opened the car door. He was holding a child's baby doll in his hands. He was crying , and he was retching, and he was trying to get ready to tell me something.
I realized in one sickening moment that it had to be something unusually gruesome and extremely horrific because of his reaction. I don't think I wanted to hear what he was going to say. I woke myself up, which sounds odd, but I believe that I deliberately pulled myself from this dream.
My daughter's dream ~ My daughter told me that she also dreamed of "A Man" on the same night. She said it was a terrible frightening dark and horrific nightmare. The man kidnapped her, and she said she tried and tried to escape from him..but she couldn't.
If anyone reading this is interested in interpreting either of these dreams, or in posting an interpretation behind both dreams together, please feel free to do so in the comment boxes below. Needless to say, the dreams themselves were scary enough to each of us who had them, but after we put them together, I must admit, we're a little creeped out.
What does a witch do on her day off? Taped this on Tuesday, and all I can say is...good grief.
And as a PS-- No, I never did get the blinds up. I need the universe to send me a Handy Man that doesn't cost an arm and a leg. (And I need to stop climbing around on the kitchen sink. My girls saw this and shuddered..."It looks slippery!", they say with trepidation.)