Spent the night driving around delivering papers at the Country Club while blasting Celtic music. The thinning veil was heady and I couldn’t stop giggling. Came home and cleaned half my room, including taking down all my Christmas cards. Oops! Hope to finish cleaning in the next day or two as well as digging up a barn owl skull I have buried in the yard. I guess I’m a wee bit behind on my spring cleaning but the weather feels more like February most days rather than May. That’s my excuse! I also want to go hiking but I have almost nothing that fits. Which is a good thing since everything is to big, but I’ll need to make the time to go shopping at Target. It has been on my to-do list for months but I just haven’t gotten around to it. I started my period on the 30th. I think starting on a fertility festival is likely a sign I need to stay single for a while yet. I’ve been separated from my husband and living with my mom for the last year. It has been very challenging. But I keep going, just trying to get by day by day.
It was one of those incredibly vivid dreams when you think you are awake.
I had been asleep (in the dream) and woke up to use the bathroom. I came back into my bedroom and laid down on the bed. I was feeling a bit aroused and started to run my hands over myself. But when I tried to stop I couldn’t. I couldn’t control my body. I wasn’t possessed, but something was in the room with me and it was trying to fuck me. It was a demon. I never saw it, but it was there touching me. I thought of something Ms. Graveyard Dirt said about fucking spirits on Tumblr, that it is the “weirdest sensation ever.” It was like that. Erotic and frightening at the same time. Continue reading
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
In 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
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.
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.
A storm brews overhead. I play music that removes obstacles and call to the spirits who protect and guide me. I smudge the room with rosemary. By candlelight, I trace the ægishjálmr in cascarilla powder within a copper vessel. On torn parchment I scribe my spell with the blood of a dragon. On one side I place a second ægishjálmr, on the reverse I cross my name over his four times. I anoint the sigil and fold it deiseal and charge it to protect. I add agrimony, rue, bay leaves, mint, red pepper flakes, and his hair and blood. I fold all this together in aluminum foil and form a small sachet.
The storm picks up. It is pouring rain. Lightning flashes outside the window and thunder shakes the house. I spit on a white candle and carve the word ‘PROTECTION’ on it’s side. I anoint it with oil. I set the candle in a silver holder and place it on top of the sachet in the center of the copper vessel. I light the flame. I feed it smoke and burn more rosemary. I call to my spirits. I cry. I release. I beg for their help.
The storm rages violently directly over me traveling towards him. Two black cats circle me. Spirits come. Energy flows. Kundalini rises. My spine tingles. My chakras spin and my aura glows. Then the storm calms and the candle burns out.
After waiting an extra week I started my period on the 1st and bled on my sheets for the first time in over a decade. No idea what that would be an omen of.