Eclipse & New Moon

APTOPIX Ring Of Fire Eclipse

Hikers watch an annular eclipse from Papago Park in Phoenix on Sunday. (AP Photo/The Arizona Republic, Michael Chow)

Since I was able to watch the eclipse from here, I made a perfect little pinhole camera out of an old Christmas topper box to view it with. Throughout the viewing time I would go out front and see how it was progressing. It was fun cause the old man across the street had his telescope out in his front yard to view the eclipse with. Nice to know I’m not the only geek on the block!

During the eclipse I decided to make use of the twilight energies and went about with some workings. Although I was born and raised in this house, I am new to the neighborhood at this point. The energy of the place has changed dramatically, so I took the time to reintroduce myself to the genius loci. I live at the base of a 569 foot hill which is a part of a chain of ancient volcanic mountains, so I climbed the short hill and went to the spot I was called to go to. I sat and meditated and conversed with the spirit I found there and presented it with an offering. Continue reading

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Barn Owl

img_1896In my last post I mentioned the barn owl over-shadowing me during my full moon ritual. I didn’t really think much more of it. We’ve always had owls here. We are semi-rural, with cows a block over even. So owls flying around isn’t a big deal, except when it is.

Yesterday I hung up my charms and amulets in my room (and a few I snuck into the kitchen) including my homemade dreamcatcher. I made it over a decade ago using willow wood and barn owl feathers. Yes, real (and illegal) owl feathers that I found at my college campus since one of my bio teachers showed us where one was nesting.

Then today I went for a walk around the neighborhood and found a beautiful flight feather just laying on someone’s front lawn by the sidewalk. The fact that it is windy as hell today means that it is a miracle that I found it at all. Continue reading

Supermoon 2012

The “supermoon” appears behind the Temple of Poseidon in Cape Sounion, south east of Athens, Greece, while tourists watch, on Saturday, May 5, 2012. Dimitri Messinis/AP Photo

I stood out last night under the perigee full moon and set out all my cleansed quartz crystals to charge.

I also cleansed all manner of jewelry and other stones, some of which came outside with me as well.

I toasted the gods, the ancestors, and the fair-folk and asked for a blessing for myself and others.

I also took the time to do a releasing spell. I wrote out my request on parchment and burned it by the light of the full moon.

As I stood there watching the incense waft, a very bright falling star shot across the moon (likely from the Eta Aquarids) which I took as a positive sign while the neighborhood barn owl circled silently above, over-shadowing me.

This morning I found one of its downy feathers in the backyard. Wildspeak has this to say about the barn owl.

Being prone to judging others based off first impressions, first impressions, occasional inflexibility, adapting to things in unexpected ways, being made into a villain by others, sometimes having to be the ‘bad guy,’ a possible connection to Ares, a close relationship to mice and rodent energies, an exceptional ability to hear the truth in all worlds.

Harvest Funeral

Winter’s shadow has come once again and with it comes the harvest season. I pause to give thanks, expressing gratitude for all that I have. In celebration I served homemade chili and cornbread with a chocolate cake for dessert. Upon the altar rests an offering to the spirits; handpicked apples from my next-door neighbors yard, a cornbread muffin drizzled with local honey, and a glass of blackberry brandy.

In addition to the harvest celebration, I completed the funeral for a little friend who blessed me on her path. I spoon-fed and sheltered her, but she was to become a victim of Colony Collapse. I honored her passing as it was the only thing I could do for her in the end. I offered to her a bowl of honey and fresh flowers, laid her body among rose petals and lavender buds, then scattered tobacco and mugwort over her. I will keep her with me, maybe in the future she will bless me once more as an ally.I give thanks for the gifts I have been given in my life, I also give thanks to the bees for their gifts to the world and feel sorrow as I also give thanks for their sacrifice. I send my prayers out to the bees this season, may they find strength and prosperity.

Spirit Cat

I had this dream sometime early last week.

My boyfriend and I were visiting my mom at her house.  I went into the garage to use the microwave (Yes, that is where she keeps it.), and her cat Monkey came into the garage from outside through the cat door.  I reached down and petted her head absent-mindedly.  Her fur was soft and silky; she looked exactly as she would have looked and felt exactly as she would have felt.  This is when I suddenly realized that the cat had passed away a month ago, and that it was her spirit that I was looking at.  She went back outside and I followed her as far as I could, in shock at seeing her.  I came back inside and told my mom and boyfriend what had happened, then I woke up.

The Surrealness of Moths

I had a very strange dream Tuesday night.  I don’t remember it completely, just bits and pieces, but enough to wonder at.  Here they are in no particular order.

  • I was lying in bed, in my old bedroom at my mother’s house.  My bf was there too and was asleep.  I’m not exactly sure what time it was except to know it wasn’t dark.  As I was laying there I noticed what I thought was a moth, but it was four pieces of the moth (each wing) and each piece had a spider web attached to it.  These pieces were scattered on the bed near my head (I think.), and I picked each piece up and was slightly saddened by the situation.  When I was holding all four pieces I tossed them behind me towards the window.  As I did this, an intense sense of calm sprung up.  Similar to the feeling you get when centered and performing magic, a surge of energy I guess.  As the pieces went flying through the air they came together, the webs disappeared, and the moth became whole and flew off.  I was awed by the situation, and upon waking, remembered that I did this twice in the dream.  The picking up of pieces of something (I don’t think it was a moth both times.) tossing them in the air and the pieces becoming whole again.
  • I was walking through a house, I think it was supposed to be my moms but it was laid out differently.  I went to the back door which was open and looked out though the screen which was closed.  It was the dark side of dusk, the sky had a pink shadowed hue, and the air smelled like pot.  However, it wasn’t as though people were smoking it somewhere, it was what the atmosphere smelled like.  It was also kind of hazy; everything had an extremely surreal look and feel.  I heard light tapping noises on the screen, but my eyes hadn’t yet focused.  As my eyes adjusted more and more to the darkness I could see into the yard, and what I saw were hundreds of moths flying about.  There were also about a half-dozen on the screen door.  This was kind of eerie, I wasn’t scared but I was spooked.  I could also sense a presence in the yard.  The presence was so intense and vivid that I could see in my mind the presence.  It had the appearance of a handsome vampire figure; longish dark hair, sultry eyes, pale skin, and I think he was wearing a black suit as well.  The presence wasn’t evil feeling at all, but intensified the eeriness of the situation.

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Monkey

This is Monkey. She is my mother’s cat. When I was in high school, my mom brought home this tiny, squishy muffin that would sit in the palm of your hand. She was abandoned, and was living under an abandoned refrigerator. I fell in love, and my mother had to keep her. I was the reason my mom kept her, although Monkey was my mom’s cat. In fact, her name isn’t even Monkey, it’s Sadie. But one day when she was a kitten she was jumping around on her hind legs and she looked exactly like a monkey. The nickname stuck.

This black fuzz-ball lived in my bedroom when she wasn’t outside. She would hang out with me, sleep with me, even kicked my cat (her older sister) out of my room to be with me. If I meditated she would sit in my lap, if I was working a ritual or spell she would sit and gaze at the altar. If any animal was my familiar, it was her. If she wasn’t in my room, she was begging to go outside. However, my mom was adamant about the animals staying in at night.

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