It's raining again. The Wind has been relentless, and the energies of late are wreaking havoc on my emotions and my dreams. The veil thins too quickly this year and all seem to be effected, even non-magickal/witchy folk. A woman I work with, self-proclaimed "superstitious" and Southern Reformed, has been bringing Blessed Oil to work every day now, anointing some of the residents of the group home. The crazy are being a little more crazy lately and paranormal activity is picking up everywhere. Everyone I've talked to is reporting unusually bizarre dreams.
Solar energies have been nothing but strange this year, and magickal workings have been unpredictable the past few months for many I've talked to. Energy patterns are not following their usual courses. This entire year has been unusual, flexing, churning. I've heard a few theories as to why, but it's hard to prove anything, let alone gather enough supporting evidence, when you're dealing with occult matters.
Do feel free to share anything you've noticed, any insights you may have. I'm leery of what Samhain will bring. The Dark Moon worries me less as this seems to be primarily solar based. I know things will be more stable next year, better by 2013, felt that since end of 2009; these past two years are/have been changing ones.
It's time, now, to try to stay grounded, to hold onto one's center, to lock it down and hold on.
This time of year is always one of quiet reflection for me, almost pensive were it not for the larger sense of awe that blots out the sadness and primal survival instincts kicking in, as well.
The Winds are relentless now, ripping at the trees, tearing at my hair, demanding that all that cannot be sustained be released, all that does not benefit be gotten rid of; They demand we let go in order to be strong.
I am not a warrior. I am not a fighter. Mind you, I can be rather feisty at times, am most certainly a tad argumentative, am more stubborn than is possibly beneficial, and may bite just for fun. But, I am not a champion, nor a knight on a white horse; I am not Princess Leia.
The Five of Swords has repeatedly come up in Tarot readings as of late. I am hoping that I am the Sword holder, because it's a long walk to the Sea and I've forgotten how to swim at this point. No indications either way, but things feel positive, hopeful, dry. But that doesn't change the fact that this section of road is more than a little bumpy, full of potholes, and most certainly harboring thieves in the bushes.
It's raining again, a heavy, clinging rain like those of Autumns always are. It's already gotten so cold here, 2 frosts last week: Mabon has arrived. The energies as of late are so... weighty. Autumn tends to be like that. A hard season of change that demands the waning Solar energies get on with it ...and get out. The Moon also wanes. Perhaps it is these two combined that makes the now so trying. Perhaps dear Jupiter, His back turned to us, is also having an effect.
My optimism, at the moment is fading. There are energies at work that drag and pull, like swimming in a dress. Break free and swim to the surface, or be dragged to the bottom to drown.
I dreamt of picking four-leaf clovers last night. They were Autumn clovers, changed and thin, drying and cracking. I found three, but then the third one disappeared and I couldn't find it again, though I looked all about.
Old demons cling hardest when you're finally to be free of them for good. Shadows of last Summer are appearing again, digging in their claws, letting their presence be known. Shake 'em loose, just shake 'em loose. The surface is just ahead, shake 'em loose and swim. The Sun is shining just beyond, and four-leaf clovers only grow in the sunshine...
Kids and crafts naturally go hand-in-hand, and magickal crafts are no exception! Making charms, such as amulets, talismans, and wards, are a great way to not only teach your children magick but to recognize that magick is a part of every day life.
Children are naturally tactile: they like to feel things, be it touching objects with their hands, or feeling the movements of their bodies as they dance and run about. Keeping their hands active is a great way to keep them interested and focused, focused enough to notice the slight energy changes that occur when they really concentrate.
I am a big fan of salt-dough. It's easy to make and lends itself well to a wide variety of projects. But, best of all, making it can easily be rendered a magickal process and it can be used to make magickal objects. Scrying bowls, candle holders, offering bowls, and Sabbat decorations are all possibilities. This is is an example of using salt-dough to make magickal charms.
The Sun creeped in through the closed shades, casting golden lines upon the honey colored wood floor. The house was quiet, most of the family was still asleep; muffled snores could be heard through a closed bedroom door.
From outside, the sounds of traffic were a low murmur. Larger diesel vehicles could be heard shifting gears as they went up or came down the hill in front of the house. Children gathered at the ends of driveways, proudly sporting brand new backpacks overloaded with shiny new school supplies. Filled with nervous excitement, they would pose for one more picture for their mom, casting sideway glances, hoping that the school bus full of kids wouldn't happen upon this embarrassing scene. But not at our house.
I'll warn you now by stating that this probably isn't going to be a constructive post, there won't be anything learned for either of us. Now that you're properly prepared, let us continue, shall we?
This past Dark Moon time was not a pleasant one for me. Mercury went direct, the Moon went Dark, Jupiter went retrograde, and I happened to be in the grips of a 6 months postpartum hormone imbalance; all this within the same 3 day period. Yeah, fun times. All attempts at grounding did not help as much as I needed; I was still shaky and scatter brained. Several headaches, too, and Reiki barely helped. But, the Moon waxes strongly, and I am feeling better now. I've also given up coffee (which I only drink postpartum in hopes of staying conscious) because I've noticed I'm becoming addicted to sugar (which must go in coffee because coffee is... not as pleasant as it could be....)
Friday night I had a dream, involving my mother. Given the recent flavor of my dreams involving her lately, this was not a pleasant dream, but certainly cathartic (at least for dream-me.) Like the other dreams of late, this one revolved about the same theme: throwing the truth in my mother's face, forcing her to deal with it, and be damned any emotions or opinions she may have on the matter.
Going back the last nine months or so, and this truth has involved the boys not going to Sunday School, reminding her that I won't hold lip service to a religion I don't believe in (just because of that whole damnation thing, like some people do *cough-cough* *hint-hint,*) and that she's not allowed to treat my younger sister the way she treated me when I was my sister's age. Last night, though, was about my husband's and my decision to homeschool Atticus.
Atticus, only 6 years old, has asked to learn the Tarot. It was bound to happen; my husband is an avid Tarot reader and I've been drawn to my old deck again, doing at least one reading a day now. He likes to sit close, hovering over the cards.
"Mom, what does that one mean? Mom, I like the pretty clouds. Mom, that one looks weird." As to be expected, he finally asked, "Mom, can I try?"
The Harvest season is in full swing, the Equinox just around the corner, which makes now the last chance for harvesting herbs before the Winter cold sets in. In assuring the highest quality herbs for your magickal and medicinal uses, there are a few things to keep in mind when it comes to harvesting.
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