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Tuesday, June 15, 2021

Rituals ~ Croning/Eldering

Celebrate the Crone

A croning is a ceremony that acknowledges a woman’s passage into the third phase of life, honoring the third aspect of the Goddess. This ceremony usually takes place in a woman’s life at the time of menopause.

This ritual is written for a group/coven setting, but it can be easily adapted for the solitary practitioner. When done as a group, two women will be chosen for the ceremony to represent the Goddess in her aspect of Maiden and Mother. These women can be coven sisters, or they may be the woman’s relatives-- mother, sisters, aunts, nieces.

Also, I want to mention that I have not written an eldering ceremony for a man; however, this ceremony could easily be adapted for this purpose. Simply start by changing the three aspects of the Goddess to the three aspects of the God: the green man, the horned god, and the sage.

Items needed:

  • 1. A black candle to represent the Crone
  • 2. A white taper candle for the maiden and a holder for this candle
  • 3. A red taper candle for the mother and a holder for this candle
  • 4. A special piece of jewelry, perhaps a pendent or a ring, that commemorates this occasion and will be presented as part of the ceremony

The altar will be decorated with those items which honor the Crone, the dark aspect of the Goddess. This will include the cauldron, and you will use this fire-proof container to hold and burn the black candle for the ceremony. This cauldron will have a special place of honor in the center of the altar, place the holders for the two taper candles on either side of it.

A variety of herbs associated with the Crone, which could be laid about the altar to disperse energy, or burned as an offering, might include-- anise, mugwort, elder, hazel, hellebore and tansy-- Both hellebore and tansy are poisonous.--, lilac, lavender, jasmine, ginger root, ash leaves/berries, blackberries, or thistle.

The stage is set, the ladies have gathered, the circle is cast and quarters called to witness this epic passage.

  • 1. The Priestess stands before the altar, facing outward, to the circle and the women gathered there. The woman about to experience the croning stands before the Priestess, facing her. The Priestess says:

“We invoke the Dark Mother. Upon this day we call forth the energy of the Crone, that we may be bathed in her wisdom and experience, that we may embrace the shadows She casts, only to discover the light.”

  • 2. The Priestess will then light the altar candles and the incense, but not the black candle, and come back to her place before the altar. The Priestess will say:

“Who comes today to represent this woman and her journey to this point?”

A young woman carrying a white unlit taper candle comes forward before the
Priestess, she says:

“I come forth to represent the path of Maiden, to represent beginnings, discoveries, and potential.”

The Priestess uses an altar candle to light the Maiden’s white taper candle, which the Maiden then places in a holder on the altar. The Maiden takes her place to the left of the woman, standing by her side, facing the Priestess.

  • 3. The Priestess says:

“Who comes today to represent this woman and her journey to this point?”

A woman in the midst of child bearing age comes forward carrying an unlit red taper candle. She stops before the Priestess, saying:

“I come forth to represent the path of Mother, to represent fertility, strength, and purpose.”

The Priestess uses an altar candle to light the Mother’s red taper candle, which the Mother then places in a holder on the altar. The Mother takes her place to the right of the woman, standing by her side, facing the Priestess.

  • 4. The Priestess says:

“Who comes today to celebrate her journey to this point?”

The woman steps forward, saying:

“I do. I come forth to represent the Crone, to represent wisdom, experience, and accomplishment.”

The woman will then step to the altar and, using an altar candle, she will light the black candle that is sitting in the cauldron. The Crone will then return to her place between the Maiden and the Mother, where all three women will turn to face the circle and the ladies gathered there.

Now is the perfect time within the ceremony to include participation of family or coven members, allowing individuals to come forward to embrace the new Crone and leave a flower upon the altar as an offering to the Goddess; as each individual passes through, they will then return to their place in the circle.

When this phase of the ceremony has been completed, the Maiden, Mother, and Crone will turn once more to face the altar and the Priestess.

  • 5. The Priestess says:

“You have forged your path in life. You have stood in the light and the shadows as well. To celebrate your arrival at this stage of life, you shall receive this token-- blessed with the elements and infused with the energy of the Dark Mother.”

The Priestess then gives the woman her special piece of magickal jewelry, either clasping a pendent around her neck, or placing a ring upon her finger.

The Priestess then says:

“May you continue upon your life path, walking it now as Crone, teaching the young ones the ways of the wise woman, spreading light upon those you love by embracing the shadows and the energy of the Dark Mother.” Blessed Be!”

The quarters will be dismissed, the circle dismantled.

Let the celebrations begin!

Monday, June 14, 2021

Casa Monteraine Reading ~ What trouble is The Fool getting into?


The Casa Monteraine tarot readings are videos that will be spontaneously taped and will sometimes not be edited. They are filmed at our Arizona homestead, Casa Monteraine.

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Wednesday, June 9, 2021

First Time Authors ~ Tips for Marketing Your Book


Writing a book is the easy part, believe me.  The real grind will begin six to eight weeks before your book's release date and continue for four to six weeks after your book has been released.  New authors may not realize that marketing your book is just as much hard work as writing it, and that this process is an absolute vital necessity in order to sell your book successfully.

For some of the books I've written in the past eleven years, I've been fortunate to work with incredible publishing/marketing companies and publicists.  If you have a good editor and publicist, embrace them. They run a gauntlet for you. They are priceless.

For other books, I've run the independent race and did everything myself.  It is daunting, but it's not impossible... remember that.  There are so many tips for marketing your book in order to reach as many readers as possible, and isn't this why we write?  Here's some teasers to a terrific article full of helpful information and tips.  

Happy publishing!

Source:  NY Book Editors

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  • 7. OFFER YOUR BOOK FOR FREE ON AMAZON -- (host a "Give-a-Way")



Sunday, June 6, 2021

Handfasting ~ pagan commitment ceremony

Handfasting is not a legal marriage. It is a commitment between a couple to remain together for a year and a day. At the end of this time period, this relationship may be abandoned and the individuals will be free to go their separate ways, or the couple may decide to renew their handfasting vows and commit to each other for another year and a day.

The following ritual will give the couple a sense of commitment to their relationship and a chance to celebrate their union. A handfasting ritual will highlight the couple’s bond of love to each other. It will bring blessings from the God and Goddess, and it will cement their relationship before family and friends.

Items needed:
  • 1. Two white taper candles, one for each of the individuals being handfasted
  • 2. Three ribbons, approximately 6 feet long, tied together in a knot at one end, preferably white, red, and black
  • 3. Handfasting rings, or another piece of magical jewelry to be exchanged by the couple during the ritual
  • 4. A handfasting broom, decorated as you wish for the occasion

The ritual:

1. The handfasting ritual may be performed inside a cast circle, with the quarters called. This would be the perfect opportunity to include participation of friends or family members by assigning individuals to each of the four quarters, to invoke the element and light the elemental candle.

2. The Priestess will lay a broom near the altar, and she’ll light the two white taper candles representing the couple, but not the main altar candle-- this will be lit later during the ceremony. She’ll also light the incense at this time.

3. The couple and the Priestess shall take their places, either in the center of the circle, or before the altar, the couple standing together facing the Priestess. She will say:

“We gather now in sacred space to witness the handfasting of this couple before the God and Goddess, before friends and family, and before the spirits of our ancestors.”

4. The Priestess speaks to the couple, saying:

“You come today to publicly proclaim your commitment to each other. May you both walk the same path, but in doing so not loose sight of your own individuality and uniqueness. May you both walk the same path, but in doing so, respect each other’s space and celebrate personal growth. May you walk the same path in love and light, reverence and joy.”

5. The Priestess says to the groom:

“Do you come here freely, with love in your heart, to commit yourself to your partner?”

6. The groom responds:

“I do.”

7. The Priestess says to the bride:

“Do you come here freely, with love in your heart, to commit yourself to your partner?”

8. The bride responds:

“I do.”

9. The Priestess now bids the couple to exchange their handfasting rings/jewelry; and at this time the couple can take the opportunity to exchange personal vows of their own creation.

10. It’s time for the couple to each take their lit taper candle and jointly light the white altar candle from these flames.

11. This point in the ceremony would also be the perfect time to include children or step-children in the ritual; either by giving them a commemorative pendent for the occasion, or allowing each child to light a personal candle on the altar to represent themselves and their bond with this couple…Personally, I think it would be lovely to include both of these suggestions.

12. The Priestess will then tell the couple to face each other and join their left hands, and as they do, she will take the bridal ribbons and, while wrapping them around the couple’s wrists, she will say:

“By the power of the Goddess: the Maiden, the Mother, the Crone; and by the power of the God: The Horned God, the Green Man, the Sage, may your handfasting be blessed. You shall remain bound to each other for a year and a day. May your love grow and happiness flourish. So mote it be.”

13. The Priestess then removes the handfasting ribbons from the couple’s wrists and lays them upon the altar. She may now perform a ‘Cakes & Wine’ ritual, if this is to be included in the ceremony.

14. It’s time now for the couple to ‘jump the broom’. The Priestess may move the broom to the floor/ground before the altar. The couple will join hands and leap over it together.

15. The Priestess says:

“Over the broom and into your new life you leap.
Blessed Be!”

16. The ritual has ended, let the revelry begin!

Facebook and Couples ~ browsing separately together

There's always so much negative being said about couples browsing FB on their phones, and most of the criticism is probably warranted. But how many couples, including Bob and I, might lay down for an evening to relax and browse our independent phones -- together -- sharing stuff? It's fun... humorous or unusual videos, news about friends and family, memes that hit the spot, inspirational posts, etc.

Your shared social media profiles can be a source of conversation, humor, and enlightening revelations (the good kind).  It's fun and makes for a relaxing enjoyable evening.  I highly recommend it.

Wednesday, June 2, 2021

Journaling ~ the paranormal

Welcome to my Paranormal Journal

We live in a house that has always been very active on a paranormal level. So much so, that I began recording some of these events in a Journal to keep track of these unique experiences, and I'm so glad that I did. It's interesting to go back and review the activity and to see how it was also touching other family members.

How Do You Detect the Presence
of Spirits in Your House?

  • 1) Scents: It’s happened to me before, I’ll smell my grandmother’s perfume, or her favorite flower (roses). You might smell cigars or cigarette smoke in a house where no one smokes. You might smell a loved one’s favorite food. Anytime you pick up a scent that is not explainable on a physical level, you might want to consider that it’s coming from another source. I’ve heard about (but never experienced personally) the unpleasant and obnoxious odors of malevolent spirits. This is just something to keep in mind. Most of the time it’s all good, but once in a while you might run into something unusual. The sense of smell is just another one of our six senses, just another way we learn and experience and process information about the world around us.

  • 2) Noises: Here we go again, another one of our six senses. Several times over the past few decades, since my grandmother’s death, I have heard her call my name. Often this has happened in the dead of night and woken me out of a deep sleep, but there have been occasions where this has happened during the day, when I’m wide awake to begin with, and usually when I am alone. It’s cool, nothing scary. She’s just touching base, letting me know that she’s still near, that there is still some sort of connection. (Death isn’t the end, it’s just a different plane of existence.) Besides hearing voices, there are other odd sounds– knocking, scraping, footsteps, growling (not usually a good thing), hammering, human sounds (like hand clapping, finger snapping, muttering)…and always, you will have no logical explanation for these sounds.

  • 3) Temperature Changes: We’re talking big in-your-face changes that are unexplainable through normal physics. This means the furnace man won’t be able to explain to you a 40 degree drop in 5 seconds. If you ask him to explain this he’s just going to stand there scratching his head; and if he’s a really savvy furnace man (who knows about ghosts and all that paranormal stuff), he’s liable to be throwing tools in his bag and scurrying from your house so fast all you see is the back of his head. I guess there are more subtle temperature changes you can experience, but people are more liable to explain them away– a sudden cold breeze that wafts through a room, gently lifting the pages of a newspaper; a momentary “chill” that gives you a shudder. Besides unusual temperature changes, you might experience drafts– the kind of draft that flickers and toys with candle flames, the kind of draft that can’t possibly come from anything of this world because there is no place for the draft to originate from.

  • 4) Electronic/Electrical Malfunctions: We’ve often heard that the spirit world has the ability to collect energy from our electrical gadgets and use this energy to manifest all kinds of paranormal phenomena. I don’t know if any of this can ever really be scientifically proven, but it seems that a lot of these occurrences (odd things happening with your electrical gadgets, lamps, lights, computers, etc.) almost always seem to precipitate a mad rush of paranormal activity. Do you have appliances, lights, a television, computer, or other gadget that turns itself off and on? …that turns itself off and on regularly?

  • 7) Moving Objects: This is pretty extreme and the fodder for many movies and television shows. But it does happen, and the most basic kind of activity that I’ve personally witnessed (with moving objects) involved a series of cupboard doors that would be closed one minute and all open the next; drawers or doors, same thing. I’ve yet to see anything as dramatic or theatrical as portrayed in the movies. Remember, for a spirit to move a physical object, an object of atoms and matter, it would take an incredible amount of energy.

  • 6) The Goose Bump Factor: Some people are more sensitive to the paranormal and its energy than others. There are a lot of people (a lot!) who can actually “feel” the presence of spirits, even if they are not sensitive enough to communicate with them (as a medium or psychic), they still know dang well that there is something there, and they can often pick up on positive or negative energy. Never underestimate The Goose Bump Factor.

Below you'll find old entries 
from my personal journal.

Monday, March 31, 2008

Last night...

I had been lying awake for quite some time, as usual, tossing and turning in the dark.  I glanced at the glowing face of the digital clock one more time as I fluffed my pillow.

It was going for 4am.

I lay down and closed my eyes—hoping I could get back to sleep.  Suddenly, I heard a soft “click” sound.  I opened my eyes to find the room aglow in the soft light of the lamp on my nightstand.
Later in the morning my 12 year old daughter told me that on a visit to the bathroom during the night, she heard a soft knocking sound.  She thought someone was at the bathroom door and she opened it...no one was there.

She turned around and a small mirror hanging on the wall was gently swinging back and forth.  This wall is a divider for the shower—there is nothing on the other side of it other than the shower head.

Update:  At 2pm this afternoon, one of the girls was going to enter the bathroom and stopped short.  She called us to come quickly and look...there was the mirror, swinging away on the bathroom wall.

Saturday, March 1, 2008

Last night I had a nightmare.  One so sharp and startling and real that I was covered in goosebumps when I woke up.  And then, of course, I couldn't go back to sleep, so I laid there...and laid there...and...

About 3:45 am I heard the front door being opened-- my Isabella coming home-- I heard her taking keys out of the lock and I heard her give the door a mighty slam so that it shut all the way.

Then I heard someone crying-- a female voice-- soft.  I raised my head off the pillow to listen better and to see if I could tell who was crying.  I thought it was either Isabella or our Resident Elf (our youngest).

I got up, put my robe on, and went to see what was going on.  Our little Elf was sound asleep, I pulled the covers up over her.  I peeked out the living-room window, to look for Isabella's car-- the driveway was empty.

To be sure, I went to the front door-- had to unlock it-- and looked outside, stuck my head out to see clearly...the driveway was indeed empty.

I knew I had heard someone come into the house.  I knew I had heard the front door being slammed shut.  I knew that I had heard someone crying.

I went downstairs to the family room.  My son was still awake, absorbed in the computer.  I told him what I had heard.  He said that he hadn't heard a sound.  He went around the house with me (all 6'1" of him with a baseball bat) to check all the rooms in the house, as well as the back doors and the garage doors.

I peeked in the girls' rooms--  everyone was sound asleep and all was quiet

Tuesday, November 8, 2007

My 12 year old daughter and I were kept awake most of the night by all kinds of “noises” in the house, including the sound of a large round object being rolled up and down the wooden floor of the hallway outside our bedrooms.

When we would get up to investigate these noises, there was nothing there.  Everyone else in the family had a good night's sleep and heard nothing.

 March 19, 2007

A couple nights ago I sat up in my bed and watched in fascination as a small ball of light moved very slowly and deliberately back and forth, back and forth, and then up and down, up and down at the foot of my bed.

This went on for at least 3 to 5 minutes and then the light disappeared.

January 2007

I was lying in bed...I thought that my husband had turned over and laid his leg across mine—I could feel the weight on my leg.  It was uncomfortable and I reached down to push his leg off mine—There was nothing there.  My husband was clear over on his side of our queen sized bed.  I laid back down.

A few minutes later he said, “Did you hear that?”

I asked what and he said, “It sounded like something running across the floor.”

The sensation of weight on my leg was gone.

Sunday, August 13, 2008

My 19 year old daughter told me she has begun to see “spiders” out of the corner of her eye—spiders that aren’t really there.  I have also been experiencing this strange phenomenon with spiders, and this is why I found it so extraordinary—I hadn’t discussed my experiences with her.

Friday, June 17, 2006

During the past couple of weeks...

1.  I was working at the island in the kitchen.  Out of the corner of my eye, I thought I saw my husband standing in the kitchen doorway (in his yellow shirt and blue shorts).  It startled me and I was just ready to blurt out, “How did you get home so early?!”...

There was no one there.

2.  I was lying down—getting ready to settle in, when I looked in the dresser mirror.  Reflected within this mirror was the mirror across the room.  Rising within the mirror within the mirror was a dark object.

I was startled and at first I was not going to look, but I did—

It was the image of my husband wearing a yellow shirt and dark shorts.  He was staring at me.
(His physical self was lying beside me, sound asleep.)

3.  I’m doing a tarot spread by candlelight on my bed.  Everyone is out in the living room watching TV.  I suddenly feel the bed push down, like when someone leans on the mattress.

I thought it was my husband and he was getting ready to say “boo” to scare me.  I spun my head around, starting to shout, “Don’t you dare!”...

There was no one there.

Wednesday, June 1, 2005

I was lying in bed awake and my husband was leaving the room to go make coffee.  I turned over in bed and glanced up—I saw a large spider, larger than anything I’d ever seen before.  It was seemingly dangling in mid-air, suspended—I presumed-- from a thread of web.  I sat up and opened my mouth to call my husband back into the bedroom.

Then I looked at it again.  It began climbing up the invisible “thread” to the ceiling.  And suddenly it began disappearing—very gradually, as though it were slowly crawling behind an invisible curtain.

I was stunned.  I stared in disbelief as I said to myself, “It wasn’t real!”

Tuesday, March 15, 2005

The other night, while lying in bed, it felt like something had hold of my foot.   I quickly sat up, thinking that my husband was teasing me.  There was no one there.  I lay back down. 
A few minutes later something took hold of my left arm, which had been lying limp on my side, and tossed it in the air.  I’ve never had this type of experience before.

Tuesday, June 2004

While standing in the main bathroom yesterday, between noon and 12:30pm, I was at the counter when someone touched the back of my head on the left side.  It felt as though they were gently lifting my hair.

I turned to see who it was, thinking it was one of my daughters.
There was no one there.

I turned back to the mirror.  Suddenly I felt an overwhelming “tingling” sensation, a “hair standing on end” sensation – but only in the spot on my head that had been touched! 

My oldest daughter said this happens quite often to her, here upstairs, after everyone has gone to bed and she’s watching TV by herself.  She said that something “messes” with her hair.

Wednesday, May 19, 2004

Yesterday, one of my daughters told me about two different occasions when she “saw” someone out of the corner of her eye walking through the hallway, passing from one bedroom to another.  When she went to see who it was, she discovered that there was no one there.

My husband I and my oldest daughter all experience this phenomenon in this house.

 Friday, May 14, 2004

I was awoken abruptly out of a sound sleep—someone was crying, calling out to me.  I thought it was one of my children and even called out, “I’m coming!”

I got up and checked the house—everyone was sound asleep.

The next morning I told my husband about it.  He said, “Last night I thought I saw someone walk into the bedroom and I thought it was you—until I realized my hand was on your hip!”

Also...yesterday, the lights in the living room turned themselves on three different times.

  • Note:  The day before these odd occurrences, I had been released from the hospital from an overnight stay for a minor procedure.  This is the same hospital that my husband’s girl friend had passed away in three years ago from colon cancer...Her name was Cheryl.
1.  The nurse I had the two days I was in the hospital was named...Cheryl.
2.  The nurse who prepped me for the procedure was named...Cheryl.
3.  The lady who came in to clean my room was...Cheryl’s aunt, her mother’s sister.

Thursday, April 22, 2004

On the last weekend in March my husband and one of my daughters left to take care of some business in Iowa.  My oldest daughter and I took advantage of an evening alone, putting the babies to bed early.

We lit white candles and placed them around us on the living room floor.  We sat in the midst of it with a Ouija board and tried contacting spirits.

We asked “Are there any spirits here now?”

The board answered, “Y’ no?”

Ever since, we have been waking up during the night this past month to find the TV in the living room has been turned on.

During the night, my youngest daughter called out to me in distress from her bedroom.  When I went to her, she was thrashing around in her covers, upset and frightened.  I asked her what was the matter.

“There’s ‘A Lady’ bothering me,” my daughter told me.

After a few more questions, this is what I got:  “The Lady” had been standing beside her bed off and on during the night.  The Lady was angry or upset or sad.

Unlike the majority of parents, when my children describe unseen entities and paranormal activity to me, I believe them.  Also, while standing by my daughter’s bed talking to her, I had a rush of tingling goose flesh run from the bottom of my feet up my legs. I knew that some kind of presence was in the room. 

In order to clear my daughter’s room of this “Lady”; I lit a white candle and some incense, tossed a handful of salt about—including under her bed, and left a small bowl of salt on her night stand.  I told my daughter that if “The Lady” came to bother her again, she could just take a pinch of salt and toss it at the entity and it would go away.

Reassured, my child—and I—went back to sleep.

The next day came the daily local newspaper:

Yesterday evening a pregnant young woman, along with her year old baby, was killed in a head on collision with a semi-trailer truck just a few miles north of our home.

This young woman had been the daughter of the people we had bought this house from several years ago.

My daughter was sleeping in what had been this young woman’s childhood bedroom.

Shadow People, Hat Man, Sleep Paralysis,
Old Hag, Negative Energy Vampires, Djinn

Art Bell discusses Black Eyed Children
with David Weatherly on Midnight In The Desert

Journaling ~ the psychic

  • My Mother's Ghost

Source: Originally posted at Magickal Connections on Sept 5th, 2019.

I’ve been going through some “stuff” lately. “Stuff” that was very stubborn to go through and dispose of, to get out of my mind, like trash in the kitchen. Besides being super-sensitive on a variety of levels, which is not always a good thing, I suddenly found myself with many (many) hours alone to think. (Thinking too much for sensitive people can be a problem, it’s like cooking too much food, it’s excess in a negative light)

In actual truth, all the “stuff” I’ve been going through has been attended to. It’s all taken care of, and it’s all good. But my stubborn mind, like some sort of computer with a virus, didn’t want to realize or accept this.

Until last night.

I needed to put this bothersome “stuff” to rest before it infiltrated and damaged other areas of my life. I also just plain didn’t like the way it made me feel, all these thoughts about all this non-existent “stuff”. Spontaneously, without thinking, I whispered, “Mom, can you help me?”

And she did.

I must have dozed off after this. Because the next time I opened my eyes, she was standing by the bed bending over me. Her face was just above mine, and she had this devilish twinkle in her eye. She raised a finger and pointed at me for emphasis, and she said, “Remember Diane”.

And I did.

I must have closed my eyes again in this dream within a dream. Memories of my mother and conversations we had about Diane, along with details, emotions, and moments came flooding back. It was something only significant to my mother and something she was going through, and it was my role then to help her see things clearly and put it all in perspective.

This time our roles were reversed:

She talked about a lot of things. How sometimes you have to take a leap of faith and jump off the cliff because you know that there is someone at the bottom who is solid and good and honest and too-wonderful-for-words, and they will catch you.

She talked about how nothing can grow and thrive without trust, and that learning to trust someone is like a leap of faith, just like jumping off that cliff. You’ll just know in a weird unexplainable way that they will catch you and safeguard your heart and soul, because they are who they are.

This morning the air seems clearer, the sun brighter, the shadows gone.

  • Impending Death ~ Recognizing Its Salutation

Sometimes I know when someone is going to die. It happened for the very first time when I was twelve years old, and it’s only happened a handful of times in my 61 years. It’s only revealed a family member once. It is an active physical phenomena, and it is a mental clairecognizant event.

The physical phenomena is accompanied by a physical “freezing” in place. For several seconds I literally cannot move. It is accompanied by a whisper that I believe is inside my head, though it could be an external whisper and I’m just not interpreting it as such. The voice says, “Look, look at this person, look again.” And I have to look, I have to stare, usually for several seconds at the individual, and I’m unable to turn away. During the handful of these experiences, the voice has always said the exact same thing.

The clairecognizant event is accompanied by a solid definite “knowing” that this person is going to die very soon.

I have never actively tried to make myself knowledgeable about such events, not even with tarot reading. I have never sought to learn how to know this thing. I have never wanted to have this knowledge; it is inflicted on me without my knowing in advance that it’s coming, and without my desire to know. It is something beyond my control. I have never tried to approach someone with this pre-cognizant knowledge, or to inform anyone in any way of my experience, or the premonition concerning them and their life and imminent death. I have spent decades of my life trying to deliberately block this information from coming through, but have been unsuccessful. I sometimes think that my attempts to block it out may be the reason that I’ve experienced it so infrequently, with only a handful of events.

Below are descriptions of three of these “events”.

T H E _ C O L L E C T O R
The first event occurred when I was 12-years-old, and it is the only event that involved a family member, my uncle. It is also the only event that didn’t follow the “pattern” of all the subsequent premonitions. I’ve actually written about this very first life-changing event because, as a child, I didn’t understand what happened, and I believed for a very long time that I caused my uncle’s death by seeing the vision.

  • Easter Sunday 1969, when I was 12…

It had been a horrendous winter. My Aunt & Uncle had been snowed in for months. We were only able to have Easter dinner with them by driving a long route and coming in from the east as opposed to the more direct west route. Even then, we had to park our car on top of a hill and walk part of the way to their farmhouse, down a hill, across a small valley, and up over the next hill.

It was after dinner. The women were still in the kitchen chatting. My uncle and grandfather were sitting in the living room listening to music, along with my sister and me. We were both perched on the edge of a long piano stool.

I looked across the room at my Uncle, who was stretched out on the sofa, one arm behind his head. As I watched, I was startled and fascinated to see the back of the sofa suddenly swing forward and close over him. I realized that I was seeing my uncle in a coffin with the lid being closed. I shook my head and blinked my eyes to rid myself of this vision. I looked at my grandfather and my sister to see what their reaction was, and I realized that I was the only one to see this thing.

Later in the afternoon, my uncle left the house to go outside and check the water levels in the driveway, where the melting snow was beginning to cause flooding. My sister and I were standing in the dining room window, watching him walk up to the house.

We turned away.

A second later we heard a muffled noise, and my Aunt came hysterically screaming from the kitchen doorway, “Mom! Mom!”…calling my grandmother.

My Uncle had stepped into the entryway off the kitchen and collapsed.

They called for an ambulance—which came in the wrong way, the way that was still blocked with deep snow banks, and they had to turn around to come in the same way we did. They also had to walk a gurney the same path we took, across the valley. It took so long for help to get there.

My uncle died that day.

It wasn’t until years later, in my late teens, while having a conversation with my grandmother, that I revealed to someone for the first time what I saw and how I believed that this vision caused the event. My grandmother emphatically told me that what I saw was a premonition, and that this vision was a foretelling and had nothing to do with causing my uncle’s death. It was at this point that I finally understood.

  • The young man at the Halloween party…

It was a beautiful October evening, and my then-husband and I were guests at a friend’s outdoor Halloween Party. There was a young couple there, dressed as a bride and bride-groom, but the characters were turned around. The young woman was dressed as the groom, and the young man was wearing a wedding dress. During the first part of the party, I felt compelled to take a picture of this couple sitting together in a swing.

A buffet was set up in the garage, and I went by myself to fix a plate of food. The only other person in the garage was this young man. He had his back to me, across the room, intent on the table before him. I was just going to pick up an empty plate, when I froze, and I heard the voice… “Look, look at this person, look again.” I had to look. I looked at the dark curls of the woman’s wig he was wearing flowing to his shoulder blades. I looked at the open back of the dress, a diamond shaped cut-out revealing the center of his back. I couldn’t move, and I couldn’t take my eyes off this spot for several seconds.

I knew.

Later that evening, this couple had an argument and she left the party. He was extremely angry and upset, and he was ready to go find her. For several minutes, family members were either trying to physically prevent him from leaving, or they were trying to talk him out of it. Eventually, he got away from them and left in his vehicle. One of the ladies at the party, his Aunt I believe, grabbed my wrists and looked desperately and deeply in my eyes. “He’s going to get hurt tonight!”

I wanted to tell her, “No, he’s going to die tonight.”, but I was physically unable to do this. I felt that strange kind of “frozen” at this moment, and was unable to speak those words to her.

The next morning we learned that in the pursuit of finding his girlfriend, this young man’s car had been hit by a train. He did, indeed, die that night.

  • The man in the little green truck...

For a while, my schedule coincided with his, and magickally at 3:45 pm we would meet at the top of the overpass on northern Broad Street. I always noticed the truck, one of those very small pickups, a pretty turquoise green-blue, and the driver was a young man. It became a routine expected sight, and one I didn’t think much of, except to know that when I saw this truck I was precisely on time, as was he.

The man in the small green pickup on the overpass still haunts me. I drive this route everyday, this location where one day when we meet, everything seems to start moving in slow motion, and the voice says, “Look, look at this person, look again.” , and I do, with that strange fixated frozen intensity. I can’t stop looking. I really look at the driver for the first time, seeing details, as we’re both moving in opposite directions, but in that strange slow motion.

I see a young man in his late 20s or early 30s. I see the red baseball cap and the soft brown hair around the edges of it. I see the thick-lensed black-framed glasses and the white t-shirt. I see his hands on the steering wheel and a look of concentration on his face. I stare at him until we’ve passed, and then I watch his vehicle in my rear-view mirror until he disappears over the hill.

I knew.

Up until this event in my adult life, I had never spoken about this odd sense of premonition to anyone before, but I did after this experience. I told my daughters. I told them that I wish I knew who this young man was. I told them that if I knew where to find him, I might try to find enough courage to approach him, knowing I would sound like a crazy woman. I would tell him to take a different route, at least for a while. I told them that something awful was going to happen to this young man.

And it did.

One day, on my day off, we were outside in our front yard when the neighbor came home. He got out of his pickup and approached us, looking absolutely stunned. He said he’d just come home on the overpass, and that there had been a terrible accident. He said that a white van had plowed into several vehicles at a great speed. He said there were bodies and mangled vehicles everywhere, and it was the worst thing he’d ever seen.

The over-pass is only a few blocks from our home.

We got in our vehicle and went to the edge of the highway east of our house, where we could see the overpass clearly, we were so close. And to my shock, there was the young man’s small pickup, the driver’s door flung open, sitting cross-ways in the highway. When he was hit, he had been thrown from his pickup, at the top of the overpass, and had landed on the railroad tracks below. He was one of many casualties from this accident.

I think about this young man every time I drive over this hill.

So, being able to recognize impending death, is it a gift or a curse? What good is seeing the future if you cannot altar it? Why is this knowledge revealed at all? Could the young man have been saved from his fate on Halloween night if he would’ve left that party a few minutes before or a few minutes after he did? Would the man in the pickup have listened to me if I would’ve been able to give him a warning?

  • The day the beautiful tree was cut down:

I was sick about the tree—we all were. But it was the neighbor’s tree; there was nothing we could do about it. During early afternoon, I thought...why don’t I throw coats on the kids and we can run into the city and spend the afternoon at the mall. I thought it would be a better thing to do than sitting here listening to the chain saws and the wood chipper.

But I didn’t feel like going. No enthusiasm. In fact, I didn’t want to go. I was surprised that I felt this way. I thought this was odd. There has never been a time since I’ve become familiar with the city, that I didn’t like—no, love—to make a trip in to shop.

I thought—no, this is silly—throw coats on the kids and let’s go. 

Vamoose! Get out of here for the afternoon.

And then something dawned on me, something tapped me on the shoulder. Something inside my head said...“Wait. Listen to your inner voice.”

I stopped dead in my tracks in the middle of the living room. The hair on the back of my neck stood up as I realized fully, in that moment, that I was experiencing an omen, a portent, or a premonition. 

I made a quick mental assessment of everything that I told you above, and it hit me, as though someone was actually speaking inside my head. It’s hard to describe the sensation, but the answer that came to me was:

“Don’t go!”

I knew, without any doubt, that there was a reason that we shouldn’t go. At the time, I didn’t know what that reason was, but I knew my children and I were not to go to the mall this afternoon.

I’ve always preached in my divination blogs not to question the images, messages, etc. that come to you. Just go with the flow, even if the information you’re receiving doesn’t make sense to you at the moment. It was later in the day that I was to learn the meaning and the reason for these feelings, the reason behind this omen/portent/premonition.

This was not only the day the beautiful tree was cut down—this was the day of the massacre at Westroads Mall in Omaha, Nebraska.

This mall would have been our destination.

Below you'll find original older
posts from my private journals.

I had felt that an ominous message was coming for 2 or 3 weeks. I did a tarot spread one morning, before the mail came, to see if I could expect something nasty (in-law problems, long story).

An envelope from my mother-in-law arrived.

It gave me a terrible feeling of dread because the tarot spread had told me that “yes”, I could expect unpleasant news. And also, the “Card of the Day” was the 10 of Swords, never a good omen—backstabbing, surgery, illness, death...that is usually what this card brings to me. I shudder when I see it pop up in a reading.

I took the letter that my mother-in-law had sent and went to have lunch with my husband during the noon hour. I gave the letter to him, sitting there on pins and needles while he opened it...

It was information on sporting events!

(Sigh of relief)

That night my mother-in-law called...my husband’s father was diagnosed with lymphoma.

I was at the Dr.s office having blood work done for a physical. A pretty little blond woman was tending to the task. I was staring at her face and when I glanced down, that strange visual perception hit me—the black background with white words upon it:


This time I made up my mind not to be silent, yet I didn’t want to just blurt out the word and sound like a crazy woman. So I began a conversation to try to find a way to introduce the word naturally.

“My parents live in Colorado,” I began, “and my sister works in Denver, although she lives in Westminster.”

“Oh, my god!” the pretty little girl began, very excited, “I recently moved here from Colorado, I’m from Westminster!”

I never said a word. I simply had wanted to confirm my own accuracy.

It was in the 1970s, my grandmother’s cheery yellow kitchen. I was a teenager. My grandmother and I, and a couple of friends and relatives, were sitting around the table having coffee. 

I got up from the table, continuing to speak, and walked around the kitchen, circling the table—I wasn’t really aware at the time that I was even doing this. I wasn’t thinking.

I stopped ahead of the bright yellow wall phone and picked the receiver up and said “hello”. They all said, “What are you doing?” and “The phone didn’t even ring.”

My aunt was on the other end of the line. 

She was somewhat flustered. She said that she had just dialed the number, but the phone hadn’t rang yet. I laughed and handed the phone to my grandmother.

Yesterday evening, between 6:30- 6:40, I was alone in the kitchen. I suddenly had an overwhelming sensation and thought:


A wave of memories and feelings washed over me...my daughter's little face in the hospital that first night. She looked directly into my eyes and made eye contact, her little mouth formed into a surprised , "Oooo".

I clasped my hands together and went to the back door, overwhelmed with emotion.

I wanted her home. And I wanted her home NOW!

I continued to finish fixing my lunch. I opened the fridge and was bent down, retrieving a beer from the drawer. Something inside of me said, "No-- better not, just in case you have to drive somewhere." I replaced the can of beer and poured myself a glass of chocolate milk instead.

And then...

I was sitting on the couch, eating my lunch, when the phone rang. It was between 6:45-6:55. It was Isabella on her cell phone, flustered and frantic-- She'd had an accident on the freeway coming home from the city.

  • Note: Isabella and the young man who hit her were not harmed. They were lucky. It was rush hour, traffic was heavy-- virtually bumper to bumper at 65 miles an hour. A car had cut ahead of her. She had to slam on her brakes to avoid hitting it-- and then the car behind plowed into her, knocking her vehicle into the next lane, which was blessedly empty.

I took my daughter “Blossom” to Dr. Ottun’s office. As we were sitting in the exam room and he was quietly going over his records, I looked at him and opened my mouth—wanting to say, “Don’t tell me you’re thinking of retiring!!”...but I closed my mouth and said nothing.

Also, I saw in my mind green and yellow farm machinery, and a wooden or metal feed trough—long and set up off the ground. Cattle were standing there, feeding. It has taken longer to type the last sentence than the vision lasted; it was only a flash of a few seconds.

Later that week in the local newspaper: Dr. Ottun is retiring to spend more time with his family and farm and cattle! I had no idea that he farmed. My husband had no idea why I was so shocked to read that in the paper.

I have begun seeing flashes of psychic insight as quick, visual, black & white pictures in my mind. It is a black background and the message is written in white cursive handwriting. It is such a fast flash, just long enough for me to read the words, and then it’s gone, a split second.

When I was talking to my step-son on the phone-- he had called to talk to his dad who was at work—I experienced this odd vision. There it was, a quick flash in my mind, but at the same time also before my eyes:

“Someone is getting married.”

I have had a few other instances of this experience as well. It is more than a flash of intuition, it is more definite, a visual thing. It is an interesting and unusual experience.

And just for the record, I was right. My step-son called back later to tell his father that he was engaged to be married. (I had already prepared my husband for this news, but I didn’t tell him how I knew.)

At the kitchen sink last night...Suddenly, the image of a deep forest green car pops into my head. I say to my husband, “Did you ever have a forest green car?”

He looks kind of amazed and says, “Ya, it was my second car.”

“It was a loooong car.” I tell him.

“Ya,” he replies. “That just popped into your head?” he asks.

“Yes.” says I.

Just when you think you’re losing your sense of intuition because it’s been so long since you've experienced it, something weird like this will happen.

I was at the courthouse buying a new license for my vehicle. The lady behind the counter was very friendly and chatting away as I was making out the check. We were talking about children.  I had my oldest daughter with me and this woman began to talk about her daughter, who had recently suffered a broken leg.

As I was writing, it just came to me; I had the overwhelming desire to blurt out:

“Your daughter has long blond hair and is very close by.”

As is usually the case, the way it’s been for most of my life, I simply say nothing. But the desire to do so is sometimes incredibly overwhelming. I don’t know why I keep silent. I suppose part of it is the fear of being wrong, and part of it is not wanting to look like some kind of a fruitcake. Most people don’t understand or respect clairvoyance.

Just as I signed the check, the lady said, “Oh my god, there’s my daughter!”

I turned toward the large double doors at the front of the office. There was a pretty slender girl with long blond hair, her left leg in a cast.

The lady says, with an incredulous voice, “How odd that we were just talking about her and there she is. Very odd indeed!”

I left with a smile on my face, because this woman had no idea how odd it really was; but I knew that my intuition, or whatever it is, was quietly working inside of me.

One December my step-son and his wife were going to come for the holidays—for the first time. I was curious about how this visit would go, so I did a tarot reading. Normally, I don’t do tarot readings for any individual(s) without their knowledge or permission. I sometimes find it so revealing that I would consider it an invasion of privacy.

With that said, I wasn’t “looking” for personal information; I just wanted to know how the tone of the visit would be and to know before hand if anything unexpected would come up.

It did. The tarot reading showed me that my daughter-in-law was pregnant.

I told my husband this and that they were coming to announce the future grandchild.

You know that overwhelming feeling I’ve spoken of to blurt out what you instinctively “know”. That first evening we took them to a Chinese restaurant for supper and I had to bite my tongue and then eventually sit on it to keep from blurting across the table to my daughter-in-law... “You’re pregnant!”

I wanted them to be able to give us the news in their own way, and they did. 

Yesterday evening my 12 year old daughter “Guinevere”, and I were busy at the kitchen counter preparing salads for supper, when I heard someone softly call me. It sounded like a child right behind me. I turned, expecting to see my youngest daughter standing there, and I was just opening my mouth to respond.

There was no one there. There was no one else in the room besides Guinevere and myself.

I looked at my daughter, and was just about to open my mouth to tell her about this when she looked at me with wide green eyes and an incredulous look on her face.

“Wasn’t that WEIRD!” she exclaimed.

I was astonished.

I said, “You heard that too?”

She answered with an affirmative, “Yes!”

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Kitchen Witch, Hedge Witch, Green Witch ~ What are you? They can overlap, and often do.


[Originally posted @ my other blog March 2011]

A lot of people view these three aspects of the witch as one in the same thing, with a few minor differences, and I believe this to be true, especially when you look at the similarities between the Hedge, Kitchen, and Green witch: all three of these practices involve using natural things of the world, those things found around you, to create magic– herbs and stones; energies of the animal world; folk magic; personal spells; and informal spell casting, rather than heavy-duty ritual. Most of these practices involve a solitary practitioner, and this practitioner tends to be very independent and imaginative in their magickal endeavors. Simplicity is the bottom line, inter-laced with old world charm.

  • The Green Witch…connects with the power and magickal energy found within herbs. Her magic is natural and is often attuned to healing– healing of the body, mind, and soul through the world of herbs and flowers and the abundant magickal power found there. This witch tends to be a solitary practitioner, often tending her gardens, often growing most of the herbs she uses in her practice. She has a unique connection to nature and to the seasons, particularly in the aspect of growing and harvesting.

  • Kitchen Witch…her magick lay in the heart of the home, at the hearth fire itself. Her practices will also include using those items around her that are a natural part of her world. The Kitchen Witch has the ability to tap into herbs, stones, as well as other mundane items found in her home, and unleash the magickal energy from within. This witch incorporates this magick in her daily life– in the meals she prepares for her family, the way in which she cleanses and cares for her home, through magickal potions from her own unique recipes, and in her private and simple rituals and spells.

  • Hedgewitch…this witch prefers to live close to nature and is strongly connected to the natural world, often enjoying a relationship with the wild things that mundane people may find strange or unusual. The Hedgewitch is grounded, close to the earth and all its elements. She is the most elusive of the natural witches, often secretive about her practices and her magick, protective of that which she holds sacred. Her magick transcends the more common use of herbs and potions, candles and such, and originates strongly from her natural connections to all things in nature and the fundamental energy found there.

[originally posted @ my other blog March 2011]

  • The cottage witch/kitchen wytch/hedge wytch– she’s one and the same, and for me, this is the epitome of what I have always viewed witches as being ever since I was a child. It is that unobtrusive and eccentric woman who grows herbs in her gardens and about her house, who has developed a unique and unusual relationship with the wild things that visit her yard and inhabit her grounds. It is the woman who has the ancient knowledge and wisdom to incorporate the magickal use of herbs into her everyday life—in the food she prepares, in the water and solutions that she uses to clean her home, in the incense she burns to smudge her living quarters.

It’s not the flashy publicity oriented media image of a witch that people seek out…it is the quiet Wise Woman in the unusual house down the road, the woman people whisper about curiously amongst themselves, the woman cocooned in ancient mysteries and magickal ways.

  • The Kitchen Witch– resplendent in her simple life-style that centers around hearth and home 
  • The Cottage Witch…enmeshed in centuries of tradition and mystery 
  • The Hedge Witch…creating natural magick in the wild woods using the magick of the green, the magick of the stones, the magick of the Goddess

Amythyst Raine

Monday, May 31, 2021

Money Spells ~ show me the money

(1) Basic Candle Spell and Correspondences

  • Day: Thursday
  • Hour: 1st/8th hour after sunrise; 3rd/10th hour after sunset
  • Planet: Jupiter
  • Moon Phase: waxing/to bring money; waning/to banish poverty or debt
  • Color: green
  • Herbs: basil, cloves, mint– money; nutmeg– prosperity; dill– for financial matters regarding children
  • Oil: Prosperity Oil or patchouli
  • Incense: patchouli
  • Stone: aventurine
  • Number: 3
  • Letters: C, L, U
  • Symbols: the rune ‘fehu’ (material wealth/;possessions); triple ring, triformis

*Note: It’s advantageous to use "Drawing Powder" in money spells. I do.

Using the correspondences above, set up your space to do a candle spell, decorating an altar with handfuls of coins; paper money; tokens of prosperity; images of deities that draw abundance; symbols listed above; and anything else that represents “money” and “prosperity” to you. Get your patchouli incense going, and then take a green candle, anoint it with the appropriate oil and roll it in crushed herbs. (Of the herbs listed, mint is the main one I use for money spells.) Write your intentions on a slip of paper and burn it in the flame of the candle. Dispose of the remnants in a manner most fitting to your situation.

You can also use the correspondences above to create a money mojo bag– and be sure to add to this bag coins and paper money. (Like attracts like, remember.)

(2) Money Bottle

Witches’ Bottles are a popular old magic. A bottle is filled with herbs and a variety of other objects connected to an intention. Witches’ bottles are, in essence, a spell sealed within a glass container. In order to bring this magic into fruition, you can do several things with the bottles– some may be buried on your property, depending upon what kind of spell is involved; they can be sat in a conspicuous spot inside your house, like by the front door, and given a gentle little ‘shake’ every now and then to keep the energy alive; or they can be hidden in your home, in a secret spot, so only you know that magic is afoot.

We’re going to create a witches’ bottle here that will send positive energy our way for wealth and prosperity.

Items needed:

  1. A nice sized bottle with a lid
  2. A pinch or handful of rice, dill, and/or poppy seeds– along with a nice batch of mint
  3. A stone of aventurine
  4. Patchouli oil
  5. Coins & a dollar bill

Upon the dollar bill, write in green ink:

“Magic build within this glass, 
Riches flow and come to pass; 
Money magic work for me, 
As I do will, So mote it be.”

After you deposit all of the ingredients in your bottle, screw on the lid and seal it with green wax from your charged candle. Recite this chant as you shake up the bottle and its contents.

Your money bottle can be kept somewhere in your home where it’s close by and handy and you can shake it up every once in a while to re-activate and ignite the energy within; or you can bury your money bottle somewhere on your property, to work in secret.

(3) Keep It Flowing

This is another spell based on hoodoo tradition– gotta’ love it. It’s one of those money spells that won’t make you filthy rich, but it will protect you from running out of money for life’s essentials. (One of these days I’ll come up with a spell to make us filthy rich, until then, this will have to do.)

Items needed:

  1. A small bowl or a decorative container that resonates with your own energy
  2. Salt
  3. Drawing powder
  4. Rice
  5. Crushed mint leaves
  6. An open safety pin– for this spell I could also suggest, in place of a safety pin, a brooch that you will leave open, unclasped. This could be something that resonates with the idea of money, or in my case– I used my grandmother’s brooch, a deceased family member who loved me and who would want me to have all that I needed, a family member who would help me in life any way that she could, and who will help me from the spirit world.

Fill your bowl or open container with a handful or pinch of each of the ingredients listed above, depending on the size of your receptacle, usually an equal amount of every ingredient used. Within the center, place the unclasped safety pin or brooch. If you’ve used a brooch that belonged to a family member, it would be a good idea to include an invocation to this spirit, as well as a thank you for their help.

Keep this bowl in an open place within your home, and when you feel it needs it, refresh the ingredients; perhaps at regular intervals, such as every third full moon.

Sunday, May 30, 2021

Court Case Spells ~ beware casting if guilty, justice will prevail

(1) Basic Candle Spell & Correspondences

  • Day: Thursday
  • Hour: 1st/8th hour after sunrise; 3rd/10th hour after sunset
  • Planet: Jupiter
  • Moon Phase: waxing to bring something to you; waning to send something away
  • Color: purple (power), brown (justice), green (for money issues)
  • Herbs: for the energy of Jupiter– cinnamon, nutmeg, sage; for legal affairs– marigolds; for justice– bay; to fight false accusations and testimony– slippery elm
  • Oil: Commanding Oil, or court case oils
  • Powders: Drawing Powder– to draw something to you; Banishing Powder, to send something away
  • Incense: sandalwood; for more aggressive magic– patchouli
  • Stone: tiger eye
  • Number: 8
  • Letters: H, Q, ZSymbols: The rune ‘thurisa’– neutralizes your enemies and protects; Earth– protects the person whose name you write within; Odin’s Cross

The most basic court case candle spell is as follows:
  1. Get yourself the appropriately colored candle for your situation. Hold this candle in your hands and charge it with your intentions– and this is one of those times you might want to be extremely specific.
  2. Carve upon this candle those symbols, names, amounts, or dates that may be pertinent to your case. Dress this candle with the oil you feel will do you the most good– and it may not be just those listed here, and then roll the candle in a combination of the crushed herbs.
  3. You can write out your desires for the type of outcome you’re looking for on a piece of paper and burn it in the flame of this candle. Allow this candle to burn itself out and then bury the remains of this spell off your property to send something away; bury it on your property to bring something to you.

(2) Magical Options for Legal Spells

If money is your issue, make sure you use money in your spells, whether you feel compelled to burn it, bury it, or throw it in a stream of running water.

If someone’s negativity or bad behavior is playing a large part in your legal situation, pull out the big guns and bind them– with knot magic, poppets, Commanding Oil and spells, or anything else it takes to put you in charge and help you regain control.

If the judge in your case is the one making the final call, target him/her, going right to the heart of the matter to manipulate the outcome.

(3) Beef Tongue Court Case Spell

This quaint little spell is steeped in hoodoo tradition, and if you are squeamish, it could be a bit of a challenge. I have actually had the pleasure of using this delightful twisted magical gun when I was going through the legal proceedings of a nasty divorce and had reached the point where I’d had enough. Of course, right in the midst of the best part of the spell, our neighbor lady knocked on the backdoor. My girls practically bowled her over to keep her out of the house so I could finish the job. This spell will work for you, I can tell you this from personal experience, so stick with it and see it through– make the gray witch proud.

Items needed:
  • A raw beef tongue (You should be able to find this in the meat department of your local grocery store.)
  • Several slips of paper and a pen
  • Pins and needle and thread
  • A strip of red flannel cloth large enough to wrap up the tongue
  • Cayenne pepper
  • Four Thieves Vinegar

Make sure you have a decent place to work where you’ll have plenty of room to spread things out and get comfortable, this may take a while.

The method:

  1. Begin by writing the names of the judge, the attorneys, adversaries, witnesses, anyone connected to your case who may have a negative impact or influence upon it or you on these small slips of paper– one name per slip!
  2. Using a sharp knife, cut small slits into the beef tongue– a slit for each slip of paper.
  3.  Insert one name paper into each slit.
  4. Sprinkle the tongue with cayenne pepper and Four Thieves Vinegar
  5. Close the slits in the tongue with straight pins, or do what I did– sew the slits shut with needle and thread.
  6. Wrap the tongue in red flannel and place it in your freezer while the court case is in progress. When you’ve reached the end of this ordeal and all is said and done, remove the tongue from your freezer and bury it in the earth.

Thursday, May 27, 2021

Rituals ~ Wiccaning

A wiccaning is a ritual to present a child before the Goddess. You might say that it is an initiation into life, much like an initiation into witchcraft. The child is presented before divinity, blessed with the four elements and introduced to the powers that be; that these powers may recognize this child, acknowledge the child’s humanity and connection to the ancestors, and protect this child on his/her journey through life.

Items needed:

  • White pillar wiccaning candle
  • Elemental candles for the quarters-- green, yellow, red, & blue... I know these items fall under the title of "general ritual tools" and would be included as a matter of course, but these candles have a special significance for this ritual and so I’ve listed them.
  • Small bowl of salt, placed at the north gate
  • Incense, placed at the east gate
  • Small bowl of water, placed at the west gate

The altar for a wiccaning can be decorated uniquely for each child and his/her family. This may include vintage photos of great-grandparents; family photos; flowers or herbs that have special familial associations; perhaps a stuffed animal or special doll or other toy passed down through the generations; a glass bowl filled with small strips of paper on which have been written special blessings and well-wishes for the child by friends and relatives. The ideas are endless.

The one item you want to have especially for the altar is a candle that you’ve chosen for this child. It should be white, and a nice pillar candle is recommended. Carve the child’s name into this candle. A ribbon could be tied around the candle and other decorations added to it; a sticker can be placed on the bottom with the date of the wiccaning and other pertinent facts recorded here. The candle will become a keepsake.

As a preparation for this ritual, the parents should give the child a spiritually cleansing bath, which means ‘bathing the child with intent’.

  • 1. Cast the circle and call the quarters, but don’t light the elemental candles yet.

  • 2. Light your incense and the altar candle, ‘The Mother Candle’.

  • 3. Have the parents bring the child to the altar. Hold your hands over the child, saying:

“Upon this day we stand with this child, (name), before the Goddess, our ancestors, friends and family. We welcome this individual into the world and into this circle.”

  • 4. Prepare to present the child to the Watchtowers at the four quarters. The Priestess and the parents, with the child, will stand before the north gate, the gate of Earth. Light the green elemental candle, and with your hand/wand/athame draw an invoking pentagram of Earth above it, saying:

“Watchtowers of the gate of Earth, we stand before you now to present to you this child, (name). By the power of Earth, bless (name) with physical health and material prosperity.”

Place a tiny pinch of salt upon the child’s tongue.

Move to the east gate, the gate of Air. Light the yellow elemental candle, and with your hand/wand/athame draw an invoking pentagram of Air above it, saying:

“Watchtowers of the gate of Air, we stand before you now to present to you this child, (name). By the power of Air, bless (name) with wisdom, the agility of clear communication, and mental fortitude.”

Smudge the child with incense that is waiting at this gate and lit with the elemental candle.

Move to the south gate, the gate of Fire. Light the red elemental candle, and with your hand/wand/athame draw an invoking pentagram of Fire above it, saying:

“Watchtowers of the gate of Fire, we stand before you now to present to you this child, (name). By the power of Fire, bless (name) with a passion for justice and a lust for life.”

Carefully circle the child with the elemental candle.

Move to the west gate, the gate of Water. Light the blue elemental candle, and with your hand/wand/athame draw an invoking pentagram of Water above it, saying:

“Watchtowers of the gate of Water, we stand before you now to present to you this child, (name). By the power of Water, bless this child with intuition and an abundance of love in this life."

Dip your fingers into the small bowl of water waiting for you at this gate and lightly sprinkle the child.

  • 5. The Priestess and the parents, with the child, will move back before the altar.

The Priestess shall turn to the parents, saying:

“Who brings this child before the altar of the Goddess?”

The parents respond:

“We do.”

The parents will move forward to the altar and light the Wiccaning candle, saying:

“It is our wish to bring (name) before the altar of the Goddess, that he/she may learn the Old Ways and walk the ancient Path.”

At this time, each parent, one after the other, may lay a token upon the altar that they’ve brought especially for this child-- a pendent, a ring, a stone, an item that resonates with them, the child, and their family’s energy. And while doing so, they may state-- in their own words-- a special blessing or wish for their child.

This is the perfect time to allow other family members present to become actively involved in the ritual by contributing a blessing, placing a token upon the altar, anointing the child’s forehead with oil, or performing some other gesture of recognition and welcome. This could include grandparents, the child’s siblings, aunts and uncles, etc.

  • 6. The Priestess will step back before the altar. Raising her arms, she’ll say:

“This child, (name), has been acknowledged and blessed by the elements. We stand before the Goddess now and rejoice in the birth of this individual and the long journey of life to come. Goddess touch this child with your loving light. The ritual is done. So mote it be.”

  • 8. Celebrate this child’s first footfall on life’s journey.