Saturday, January 7, 2017

In Hibernation Too Long...

I have been in hibernation too long from this blog. So much has happened and there is still more to come. The need to share once again with everyone all things spiritual on this crooked path I find myself on, is strong. To share experiences, joys, sorrow, ups and downs and all things in between. To discuss spellcraftng (workings) when I can and my thoughts on most anything concerning witchcraft. To discuss ancestors, gods, goddesses, the good neighbors/the good folks/the land spirits....all are up for grabs when it comes to conversation in here.

I will share this past 2016 Yule Fire and the amazing power during this time of the year. And in this case, where there was a fire, a cauldron was surely nearby. Maybe the fire was not licking the belly of the cauldron like a lover this year, but it was most certainly part of this past 2016 Yule personal celebration. The Yule  Fire Working was the 1st of a two night working and The Cauldron Working was the 2nd of this two night working. Of course I can not go into details, they are personal, but I do have pictures. I hope you enjoy...


All Come From The Cauldron...








And of course, this last picture is of a Yule Decoration above my altar. As the seasons change, so do the wreaths. One shows deosil and the other widdershins. A good balance. 





Tuesday, January 28, 2014

What Does It Take?







Don't tell me our society is not living in a dark age. Not only am I hearing horror stories from around the world, but to see what is happening to those close to me is heart breaking. Why do families turn on each other? Why do they not help another when they are down on their luck? All that family member needs is temporary help until they are able to get back on their feet. How did people become so fucking mean?!

Yes I'm mad! I'm pissed off! No one and I mean no one wants to help another just to help. There always has to be something "in it" for them. To come across someone who will help another person and ask for nothing in return is unfortunately not the norm these days. What angers me the most is how family treats family. I will jump on that soap box quick! 

Don't tell me your love is unconditional when there are damn conditions on it. Oh, I don't know....let's see....."I'm sorry dear, you can't stay here because I don't approve of your life style"....or how about...."because you don't believe how I believe spiritually, you need to leave"....or insert another lame condition that families are notorious for spewing out.

The devastation that can happen when a person feels no one wants to help, not even their family, is so heart wrenching to me. When this person has been working hard to get on their feet since last Fall and no one still wants to help, I want to scream!! Am I going to help? You damn right I am in any way I possibly know how. I will exhaust all avenues to help. What stinks is that most times I feel like a mediator when these situations arise with those close to me. I feel like I am having to negotiate a contract just so one family member will help another....or even a non-family member.

I had to get this off my chest so I can move forward in helping yet another person in such a situation right now. Why can't I shake some sense into people? I can only hope one day this persons family will wake up and realize how important it is to help their loved one.

Gods give me strength!
Ancestors give me strength!






Sunday, January 19, 2014

It's Been A While...







It has been a while since I have posted in here. I have been opening up more with people in my local area of my gifts. An opportunity has developed where I will be part of a group and offer readings. This is a big deal for me because I can be quite content keeping to myself. But there has been a change. I knew it was coming and it did for a while make me anxious. I still have my moments. I know though this is the direction to go and the doors are opening making way for this change. It's an exciting time!

In the process, I am still working on my spiritual path with the tradition Y Ffordd Wen.  It has been an amazing journey so far.

I admit, sometimes I feel I have nothing in common with anyone. I believe everyone goes through this sooner or later while on their path. But it's not just my path, it's also my own abilities and how I can utilize them to help others and myself. My experiences are my own and yet can be so hard to share with others. How does one describe such personal matters? I find myself attracted to movies or a couple of tv shows concerning others who have similar gifts as my own. I understand the skepticism and welcome it. People always need to question the motives of another. I expect to be asked many, many questions and will probably hear some unpleasant comments, but that is part of it all. I have noticed a change in me lately to where I'm ready to share face to face with people, and help if I can.

I was watching a movie tonight that really strikes a chord with me. My heart goes out to a lady treated poorly by her sister and on top of that, her son dies. The movie shows what happened. This lady blames her sister and swears to never forgive her. This sets in motion a fate she could have never imagined even after her own death. And because of holding onto her grief and anger, she has become a danger to the living and their children. Maybe that's the reason why 'ghost stories' seem to grab the attention of society. Even a skeptic has to wonder sometimes if these things could really happen;  could ghosts, spirits, anything related to what I call the 'unseen' truly exist? Oh yes they do, speaking from my own experiences. And there are too many accounts of unexplainable events that happen to people around the world to ignore.

There is so much on my mind right now, but I can't seem to sort through them properly so I will close this post for now. I will be posting more often. (Yeah, I've said that before. lol ) There is plenty I want to share.

Have a wonderful day!




Sunday, June 2, 2013

Griefwalker - Stephen Jenkinson - Trailer




I highly recommend you see the complete documentary. If you have netflix, it is currently available to "watch instantly." My views are so similiar to this man, it's amazing and so refreshing to see that I'm not alone in some of my thinking and experiences. 

Saturday, June 1, 2013

Visiting Family Above & Below Ground



 
 
This past week I visited family from my home town. It was a powerful experience at times, mostly though it was a fun time with my adult sons who I was happy to see in person. While visiting with them, I also visited four cemeteries where one friend and several family members are buried. My friend passed many years ago in the early 80's from a car accident on her way to her grandparents home. It's interesting, we always think when we're young that we have all the time in the world.
 
 
My most powerful experiences came while visiting my great-grandparents and grandparents at two different cemeteries. The first was located on a lonely gravel road in the middle of the woods. It was established in the 1850's. Now when I visit a cemetery I always connect with what I term the "gatekeeper" of the place, whether it has an "actual" gate or not around the cemetery. Ever since I was a young girl, I always knew how to behave at a cemetery. (ex: where to walk, etc), they do not freak me out like many people I have talked to through the years. Some refuse to go to one just because they feel it to be too damn depressing. I can understand that to a point.
 
 
 
 
Along a row of trees in this old cemetery I kept seeing a big black dog in my peripheral to the right. Of course the minute I turn, I can't see him. I turn back, he's there. "Ok fine" I thought, if you want to keep an eye on me, go ahead. I'm visiting family anyway. While visiting with my great-grandparents, I shared drink and tobacco with them. I can feel the eyes of this dog behind me watching my every move. An unseen guardian you might ask? That was my first impression. Then much later (long after my visit) a thought came to mind. That dog could have been one of many shapes a gatekeeper might take. Then again, maybe not. What I do know is that the dog was there keeping an eye on me. This was a first experience as far as the shape of an animal showing itself to me in a cemetery. What was really interesting before I left was the fact I heard dogs barking across the gravel road and then saw where they came near the fence of the cemetery. One of those dogs happened to be - yes, you guessed it - a large, black dog. I actually grinned my ass off when I saw him. He was making a fuss, but he was all bark - no bite. Both of them were soon tired of barking at me, scooting back into the woods. My only regret was not taking a damn picture of them when this happened. I've been kicking myself over that ever since this experience happened. My attention was on family though.
 
 
 
 
 
My last stop was to visit my grandmother and aunt. My experience there was interesting. While visiting with them, powerful emotions came over me. There is past family history and I'm able to speak my piece and flow with the moment. When I did, the wind whipped around and there was a chill in the air. I live in the deep south so for there to be a chill in the air at the end of May is rare. I knew I was being watched but my interest and visit was for family. Before I left though, I took a few pictures. Two of those pictures were darker than the rest. The sun was out so there was no reason for them to be dark. Then again, I have always had interesting pictures and experiences every time I visit a cemetery - family there or not. The darker pictures are posted below.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
There is a ball of light in the top left corner of the above picture, though I can't be sure what it is or why it's in my picture. I find it interesting though. My question is still "Why are these pictures darker than the others?" Who can say.  I took them after I felt the chill in the air. The chill actually stayed in the air even as I left. There was a shift that happened. I'm not surprised though since there was a powerful, emotional release on my part. It's a healing process I have been working on for years.
 
 
I cherish my family and friends in life because one day this will be my lot. I live as best I can and try to learn from my mistakes. And I'm glad I'm able to share in here. It's therapeutic for me. 
 
 
 
  
 


Monday, April 8, 2013

Gifts...





I was born with gifts that scared me as a child. I am still discerning about it. I will hint a bit here and there to people just to get a reaction from those close to me. It is usually a good sign of their thoughts/thought process - gauging them if you will. I am still learning to this day how to use these gifts to help others. It's not easy.

For almost a year now I have increased my spiritual work which has intensified the gifts I already have to a fever pitch at times. When that would happen, I would take a break, gather my bearings and ground. When I forget to ground, boy do I feel it! I enjoy silence too, actually revel in it. I have trained my mind (when it wants to chatter too much) to hum a certain tune and within a couple of minutes I'm good.

One of my gifts concerns the dead, death and those spirits strongly connected to this subject. I have previous posts in here documenting a couple of my experiences from last year. Even with Spring and Beltaine around the corner and enjoying this time of the year, those spirits connected with death are always around - always busy - always. I am reminded of living life to the best I can because one day my lot will be among them.


Have a wonderful week everyone and remember to live it to the fullest no matter what comes...




Thursday, January 17, 2013

Still Around...







It has been a long while since I have posted in here. I have been a busy woman. I am in currently involved with a training coven in the Y Ffordd Wen Tradition.  I'm still amazed how it all came about. Dame Fate does weave in strange, exciting and even dreadful ways. I have plenty I want to share and will do so in the coming weeks.