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.
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.
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.
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.