Saturday, February 17, 2018

The Distance Between Us

I was an emotional wreck on Valentine's Day night.  I'm allowed to be, it was the last day of my period.  I knew this was coming, I had already spoken to my mother in law about it, but hearing it from him absolutely broke me. 😒

Shadow is home in California.

No, we're not broken up.

You thought that, didn't you?  I enjoy being dramatic.😈

He just needs to be with his mama right now just like all boys sometimes do.  He hasn't seen his family in six years and that's a very long time.  His mom has come to us twice, both times around Ana's birthday.

She's going to take care of him, just like my parents have to now take care of me.  It sucks being a disabled adult.  We don't know how long he's going to be there for, that's up to him.  He needs to focus on getting healthy, just like I do.  At least he has access to healthier food and legal marijuana out there.  He no longer needs any other meds besides weed, sure wish I could get some.

We FaceTime'd earlier, he got there safely, not a great flight, but air travel isn't the same anymore.  His mama is putting him on a vegan diet, so he'll be able to lose weight and get better faster.

We both need time for ourselves.  We tried for almost three years to take care of each other while both being sick, and you know what, it's difficult.  The reality is, we needed a nurse or a maid, someone to help with day to day tasks, but the state wasn't going to pay for that, nor could we afford it by ourselves.

I don't know how I'm going to be next year or the year after.  I've been up and down but mostly down since Ana was born, at one point they thought I was going to die from septic arthritis, five weeks after giving birth, still bleeding, milk production not even regulated yet.  I of course knew I wasn't going to die.  I think that's just something you inherently know, you know when you need to say goodbye.  I never had that feeling.

Shadow always promised me everything would get better, and I know it will.  I'm a natural pessimist and he reeks of optimism.

The day will come when we can all be together as a family again, and take care of ourselves.

I want to thank everyone for their virtual support and hugs, especially those of you in the Google+ Wicca community.  You guys are awesome!πŸ’ž

Blessed Be!

Tuesday, February 13, 2018

Love Spells

Tarot cards, rose quartz, Lush massage bar and symbol for Gemini written in red ink.

Valentine's Day is tomorrow, and I promised you, the reader, my opinion on love spells.  Well, here it is, enjoy:

Wanting a significant other is probably the main reason why so many forlorn teenyboppers turn to witchcraft.  Homo sapiens are not meant to be alone, we are social creatures, and loneliness literally cripples us and other primates.

So I get it, you want someone to hold you, someone to be there for you through thick and thin.  For most people it's companionship, for others it's: God damn it I need to get laid!

Whatever your reason, you turn to magick.  Pure witchcraft solves this problem no questions asked, but Wicca does not.  See, if you turn to Wicca, then there are rules.  The law of three and an' it harm none.  So if you're Wiccan, you can't do a love spell on a person, because that's messing with their free will and that's a huge no no.

If you're Wiccan, you're left with bringing more love into your life as opposed to making Annette the super hot chick with the massive tits fall head over heels for you.  See, cause that's rape.  She doesn't really love you buddy (or gal), you forced her to be with you against her better judgement, so leave Annette and her future back problems alone.

What you're allowed to do in Wicca is a generalized love spell that brings more love to you without compromising an individual.  However, I'm here to stir the cauldron and put my two frogs legs in.

As the Goddess Rupaul Herself says "if you can't love yourself, how in the hell you gonna love somebody else?"

Wise words from a fabulous crone.

No one else can complete you.  Only you can complete yourself.  How the fuck are you supposed to be half a person, with insecurities and no confidence looking for someone else to put you on a pedestal?!  

Love yourself.

Take the time to care for YOU.  Before that Wiccan love spell can begin, you need work on yourself.  Look in the mirror and tell yourself "I love you, I am worth it, I am the most important person in my life".  Draw yourself a bath.  Meditate, be alone with your thoughts, light some candles and incense if you like, hell, put some rose petals in there too, cause why not? Let the water embrace you.  Perhaps this water is Poseidon or a lesser water deity.  Feel their energy cleansing you.  While in the water, if you want, take care of yourself and I do mean sexually.  Know your body, what it likes, what it doesn't.  You can bring yourself your own pleasure, you don't need someone else.

When the bath is done, dry off and bless yourself with anointing oil.  Then rub a suitable oil (I like Lush's massage bars) into every inch of your skin, perhaps this is when things get frisky with yourself if it didn't happen in the tub.  If not, that's ok.

You are cleansed, you are clean, you are relaxed and you can love the person you are.

The point I'm trying to make is, that you need to be in total control of your own body and not wait for someone else to show you what your body can do.  Especially women reading this.  Don't let a man make you think you can't orgasm like it's your fault.  If penises we're so great we wouldn't have been making dildos for thousands of years.

Building self esteem and confidence takes time, and only then will you be ready to do a love spell.

When you reach this goal of self love, a love spell that Uncle Bucky (Raymond Buckland) recommends is based on zodiac signs.  Let's use myself as an example.  I am an Aquarius, and my match is Gemini, therefore, I shall perform a ritual to bring a Gemini (Shadow happens to be a Gemini) to me, not a specific one, but someone of that sign.

The following is my take on this, not Uncle Bucky's.

The simplest way to do this is to draw the sign on a piece of paper (♊) and say a few words over it:

O beautiful Aphrodite, I ask that you help send a willing (sign) my way, so that I may have love and companionship, partnership and joy.
So mote it be.

Feel free to ask whichever deity you prefer.  Aphrodite might not care about me finding love, so who knows if she'll even answer.  The Greek Gods are fickle like that, they also like titles and I only called her beautiful when she has many more, so include those.

Take the piece of paper and place it under your pillow, do this leading up to a full moon.  If you want more correspondences than that, like colors, dates and times, check out Llewellyn's Complete Book of Correspondences.  I actually own it, but it's in storage, other wise I'd give you the info myself, not that I really use it.

So, feel free to use any of my suggestions here or not.  I'm going to gorge myself on chocolate tomorrow regardless.  I actually don't like Valentine's Day because it's too close to my birthday (the 11th), so it messes things up.  I'm not into lovey dovey, I'm into good quality chocolate.

There you have it.  Love yourself, that is my message, first and foremost to you dear reader.  No amount of rose petals or rose quartz can ever make true love happen, when it does, you'll know it, and even then be careful, cause the other person might not feel the way you do and boy do I have some stories about that.

Blessed Be my darlings.

Much love and light to you all! 😘

On a more serious note, I realize this can be a stressful if not depressing time for many of you, and I respect that, if you need someone to talk to, hit me up on Hangouts, I'm not busy tomorrow.

Tuesday, February 6, 2018

The Things We Own

Tools of the trade.

I've been guilty of this in the past; having too much stuff, especially when it comes to hobbies, pastimes or even my spirituality.

These are things I'm "into":
Books πŸ“š
Journaling πŸ“”
Fountain Pens ✒
Crystals πŸ’Ž
Tarot πŸƒ
Tea (drinking and reading leaves)
Coffee ☕
Functional EDC bags (every day carry)
PokΓ©mon (where my trainers at? πŸ™‹)

Much of it coexists... well, probably not the PokΓ©mon fandom.

Now, within these things I own, there are people who specialize. They own only fountain pens, only rooms full of books and only collections of Witchcraft paraphernalia that take up more than just one designated altar.

Then, there is the lingo that goes with being a "guru" in such things.  For example in knitting a yarn can be "splitty" or "slippery".  People simply were not describing yarns like this ten years ago, trust me.  In fountain pen communities you hear the terms, "scratchy", "rail roading" and "feathering.

For Wicca, items purchased are "witchy", like skulls, or a bell sleeved shirt.  Ten years ago these were simply called "gothic".

This jargon makes it seem like the person really knows what the fuck they're talking about.

But the real question is, are you really going to use over 100 different fountain pens, when the whole point of one is for it to be reusable?

I hear so many Knitters who say things like "I'm buying these for my stash".  I've seen craft rooms filled with yarn. When are they going to knit through all of it, if they keep buying more?

Come and gather around my children, Mama Spiral is going to tell you a story:

Along time ago, in the year 2015, I had too much shit.  My closets were full with things I didn't even purchase.  See, Mama Spiral had a baby in April that year, and that's when the stuff got out of hand.  When you have a baby, people think they are doing you a favor by giving you things for your house, or for the kids, or for you, that you really don't need.  When you have a baby, you need very few things to take care of one; milk (I'm was a lactating mammal), clean clothes, and diapers.  That's it.  But people seem to think that in order to make your life with a baby easier, that you need lots of things to make it easier.


Mama Spiral is here to tell you, that when you have a baby, the less stuff you own, the easier your life will be.  Trust me.  I have been on both ends of the spectrum, having too much shit and having nothing.

Mama Spiral and Papa Shadow lost most of our possessions in a boiler explosion at the place where our things were kept.  And this was after we culled everything down to only what we needed.  Except the crystals, since those were the most expensive items and if need be could be sold on eBay.

So, when we were at the shelter, we learned to live with much less.  Like, the bare minimum.  One journal, one fountain pen, one set of knitting needles, one book a week from the library, one small suitcase filled with clothes, one everyday bag, one doll for Ana and two small crystals for protection.

Not having all that clutter was amazing.

It was freeing.

It was how I imagine obtaining enlightenment to be.

Most of all, it was satisfying.

End of story.

Now my dear readers, let's get back to Wicca, specifically, because I know that's why most of you are here.

Yes, it is nice to have a fully stocked altar like ours was in the background of this blog.  It had drawers for candles and herbs.  The bottom had two shelves stocked with all our spiritual books (including the Bible and Book of Mormon, because why the hell not?) and several decks of tarot cards with their corresponding manuals.

We had it all.  We were living large, big ballin' Wiccan style.

When people saw all our stuff it made them say things like "wow, wish I had this" and "where'd you get this statue?". That made us feel good.

We of course saw things in catalogues and more things at Namaste and wanted even more things.  To fully outfit our apartment with religious items.  We were measuring the walls for tapestries (the one thing we didn't own), we wanted to put a shelf up to hold more crystals.  We wanted a  massive morganite.

Of course, we didn't buy any more stuff.  We couldn't.

Now in the past few months I have bought a few things here and there.  Like crystals that Ana picked out especially pieces I know we don't have. I purchased a new journal, but not a new planner for this year, opting to make my Moleskine into a planner/journal/Book of Shadows.  It's whatever I need it to be basically.  I only buy yarn for the project I want to knit instead of having boxes full.

But, the reality is, I don't need any of it in order to be Wiccan.  I have myself.  That's all I need.

I have been telling everyone almost every post I write that you don't need anything to be Wiccan.  Stop listening to the people who say you need this or that, especially if they're the one's selling it.  You don't.

Your index finger is the most powerful tool you have, it is your athame and wand, it is connected to you.  Your body is the only thing you need to feel the presence of deity.  Your body, is the only thing that truly needs to sit under the light of the moon.

The human body is an amazing vehicle.  We can feel the energy in water, we can feel it cleanse us.  We can fuel our bodies with food grown of the Earth and thank the Goddess of grain for that corn on the cob.

The love of the Gods is the love we give to ourselves.  Taking care of our bodies, eating well, brushing our teeth, applying oils to our skin.

That is day to day Wicca my friends.  Not who owns the most tarot decks, or the most Wicca books, or the most expensive altar tools.  It is not a contest.  The Gods don't care who has more pieces of selenite.

So, think about what you own.  What can you part with and donate or sell?  Is there perhaps an item you've never had at all and really would like, but don't have the money for?

When spring cleaning time comes (Ostara) take some time to think about these things.  How can you stream line your practice?  How can you declutter your life?  You may find that when the dust is swept and the shelves are clean that you can finally feel at ease.

Blessed Be!

Tuesday, January 30, 2018

Why You Don't Need Shit For Tomorrow's Super Blue Moon Eclipse

My wrapped moonstone and Goddess token.

You need to get yourself outside or at the very least next to a window.

That's it.

Look, I love witchcraft aesthetic as much as anyone, but people online are selling over priced πŸ’² "special" kits just for tomorrow.

Don't waste your money, please. πŸ˜“

Go outside, ground yourself and drink in Her energy.  Watch.  Feel Her light washing over you, be blessed by Her power. πŸ™

What am I doing, you may ask?

Well, I'm going to super charge my moonstone. πŸ’Ž

The very same moonstone that I super charged over three years ago with sex magick to conceive our daughter.

I don't want another baby, I'm done having kids, so I need my moonstone to align my cycles and ease any menstrual complaints and pains as well as give me a boost in over all health.  The full moon is a perfect time to be selfish and work on yourself.  Do what you need to do to make your life better. πŸ’ž

You don't need a fancy expensive kit to do any of this.  All of you know I'm a huge fan of cheap, no money, dollar store Wicca and Witchcraft.

Maybe I'll light a candle tomorrow, maybe not.  Maybe, I'll go out and buy a new bottle of Moon Goddess oil, or maybe not (it's expensive).  Perhaps, I'll travel into the East Village and attend the Esbat ritual with the Wiccan Family Temple.  I don't know.

At the end of the evening it may just be me and the baby, so that means gluten free cookies and almond milk or kombucha. (Don't judge my expensive food choices, I have an autoimmune disease!😝)

And actually, that's the one thing you do want to do after soaking up that moon light: eat.  If you want, bake some moon cakes, drink some wine, offer libations to the Goddess, chew gum, doesn't matter, but your body does need some type of fuel after that.

Anyway peeps, have responsible fun tomorrow, enjoy the view (hoping it's not cloudy here in Jersey), and have a great time however you decide to celebrate tomorrow.

Blessed Be!

Tuesday, January 23, 2018

Anti-Christian Diatribe

For two thousand years you have been living under a false Prophet.  The rich white man gave you this God and His Son to worship, to love, and to most of all: fear.

The church asks for your hard earned money to give to the less fortunate, but it is you who struggles to feed your children.

And yet, you pray.

You light your candle and get on your knees asking for His mercy upon your soul.  He makes you beg for it, beg for eternal salvation, beg for the basic things your family needs to survive! 

That's right, knees aching, hands clasped pleading, beads wrapped tightly around your wrists, head arched back to the heavens as the sun filters through the stained glass windows up above. 

I can make it sound like erotic suffering.

He tells you to follow His "book", page after page of rape, killing, enslavement and inhumane treatment of women. But it's all ok.  His son called His mother geneika, or "woman who birthed me". That's an excuse His male priests like to use.  You're supposed to cover your hair, you are unclean during menstruation.  Don't eat pork, or certain fish, and don't eat meat on these very specific days.  The rules are many.

The white man's God took away your culture.  Your people were rich.  They had many Gods, and Goddesses too.  We were Their image.  They did the things we did.  Drink too much wine, have sex with whomever we like.  We had no sin under Their eyes.  They asked us to dance in Their honor, roast a beast and feed your family as you drank to Their names!

Why did you abandon those Gods?

The One God, He's a very jealous God. He remembers the other Gods.  He told you not to worship them, and you listened, but look what He did.  The customs of your people are gone, the true Holy days of your people are forgotten, as are Their names. 

Monuments to those Gods are crumbling, yet they still stand.  The sun still shines through at the exact same place since they were built.  They are there waiting for you to go home to Them.

Forget the One God and His evil, His sins, His lack of compassion and empathy.  What God sends Their son here to die at the hands of mortals?

Why is He constantly testing your soul? Life isn't a test, it's living, it's enjoying your family and taking care of them. We used to be able to do that, before this God.  

The time before the Abrahamic God, when each house had its own patron God or Goddess.  Yes!  One that watched over you and your family.  Light the oil lamp, stand, arms raised in welcome, no need to kneel.  

Through God, all things are indeed possible, but you should at least know His or Her name.

Monday, January 8, 2018

The Witch, A Book Review

I finally finished reading The Witch, and let me tell you, it has enhanced my perspective of the craft. 😺

First, the nitty gritty out of the way, this is an academic book, not a "how to be a cool teen witch in the new millennium, by purchasing lots of crystals and praying to the fairies" book.  As such, the author; Professor Ronald Hutton, assumes that you have some type of knowledge on the history of witchcraft, not the actual practice, but more in terms of anthropological information.  He is British and for me, as someone who speaks American English, it took a while to get used to his writing pattern.  However, if you've ever seen him in a documentary, and have his voice in your head, which is a leisurely and steady manner of speaking, then you can read it with more ease.

Secondly, with that out of the way, I have come away with the following:

That all cultures have some form or another of Witchcraft.  It seems to be the one thing that unifies all of humanity! πŸ’ͺ

Now, in this world of academia, the definition of a witch will probably piss off the fluffy 🐰 Wiccans and I'm not sorry.  A witch is a person who uses magic to cause harm to someone else.  Point blank.  "An' it harm none" simply does not pertain to professors in this subject.

Here are some select tidbits I picked up that I really didn't know:

Catholic priests would perform the workings in ceremonial magick books until the wave of witch hunts began.

We have the Jews to thank for demons and 😈 and all that nonsense.  They invented them, it wasn't the Christians.

The ancient Greeks, although famous for their curse tablets, didn't like what they called magicians who had various names based on technique used. They didn't even have a word for witchcraft.  Instead they had the words agurtes, goΔ“s, epoidos, mantis, magos, pharmakeis and rhizotomoi.  Magic and pharmacy are still used today.

Ceremonial magick is a mix of Egyptian and Jewish practices.  While the deities summoned are of the Hebrew variety, the rituals are very much Egyptian (who loved a lot of pomp and circumstance).

Regardless of how much a population feared witchcraft, they still sought out the magicians, or witches for whatever workings they needed done.

Shamanism is a Siberian construct.  One always thinks of Native Americans being Shamans and they aren't.

The pentagram is still confusing historians.  There is no conclusive evidence that it was ever used strictly as protection or for magick.  They have found it everywhere, however, it could have just been a decoration as it's been used so often without any explanation in various cultures.

Of course there is so much more to this book than the above random facts.  Hutton traces Witchcraft across the continents and through time forming a cohesive and definitive image of the witch.  He discusses the differences across cultures as well as the similarities.  Even the words we use today for 'witch' have an origin, like strix in Rome and how it evolved into today's strega.

Overall, I enjoyed this book immensely.  I feel that if you're a serious student of Witchcraft that you really should delve into the history books, not just the "how to cast a circle" books.  Putting your beliefs and practices into a historical context with a timeline and learning about the actual origins of it all can really solidify everything for you.

Personally, I want to know where what I believe comes from.  How our ancestors worked magick, what was being used or said.  The Egyptians left a vast amount of texts and anecdotes from their day to day lives.  We have this information at our disposal.  Soon medieval manuscripts will be digitized for us courtesy of author Dan Brown.

Witchcraft wasn't and still isn't a mystery to be kept hidden, this was how our ancestors got through their day to day lives.  Whether a wife's husband couldn't get his dick up or got another woman pregnant and she wanted to end it to spite him or her cousin had a simple toothache.  Witchcraft helped all of those things.

We're human, we do bad things.  There cannot be good in the word without bad.  Empathetic people invented morals, we now have laws against "bad" things, but if you've studied the Bible, then you know, humans are some fucked up primates.

For every bad spell that was cast on a person, there was always a spell to counteract it.


Just go read this book.  Trust me.

Happy Reading!

Thursday, January 4, 2018

In Defense of Picture Magick

A parchment Shadow wrote on with words of intent and symbols.

Lately, many people have been asking about spells, in particular love spells, which I will probably discuss is a separate post.

I would say that a good number of the members of the Google+ Pagan communities are teenagers and young adults and that is the number one reason why I always offer up picture magick as a way to cast spells.

Picture magick has been used since ancient times (I know I say a lot of shit has been used since ancient times, but I don't study Hellenism for shits and giggles 😎).  It probably has a proper name but I've just always called it this.  For me, it encompasses sigils, symbols, glyphs and of course simple pictures.  The word hieroglyph is infact a Greek word roughly translating to sacred writing.  So, think of picture magick as your sacred writing, or drawing if you will.

The beauty of this type of spell is in its simplicity.  One doesn't need colored candles, incense, oils, correspondences to zodiac and moon phases or whether or not your girlfriend is menstruating after the quarter moon (why is everyone so obsessed with blood magick? πŸ˜’).  You just draw your intent on a small piece of paper.  You can make it as complex as you want, but why would you?

Magick is intent.  My intent for, let's say more money (it's always more money isn't it? πŸ’²πŸ’²πŸ’²), can clearly be written down thusly:
Green beeswax crayon on scrap paper for simple money spell.

That's it.

The most basic, easiest form of spell casting.  As you're drawing or writing, meditate on it, and when you're done you can meditate on it further, but as with all spells, set it and forget it!  Fold it up and put it in a drawer, in-between the pages of your Book of Shadows, and if you're like me and use a Moleskine with that oh so handy pocket in the back, slip it in there.

Your spell has been cast and now you can go about your day.  Further more, if you are a teen, your parents won't catch you in the act of spell casting with circle, burning candles and pungent incense wafting through their house.  The way I see it as a mom and a former teen is that it's a win win situation.

As for efficacy, some people have said: "no way can that work, it's too easy".  And in that you're wrong.  It has worked for Shadow and I many a time.  He has gotten a job and later bigger checks, and has also done favorably in his court hearing for the accident.  I stated before that magick is intent, one must work with this belief that it will work, other wise what's the point in practicing witchcraft at all?  Don't second guess yourself.  However if you want to bring in all the paraphernalia, then you're allowed to do that.  It's your choice.  I am presenting an easy to follow, no frills way to work magick.

That's it.

Now, you must excuse me for I have a book to read.

Blessed Be!