Trance work was a very hard concept for me to understand. My mind could never be quiet enough for me to go into trance. I wanted something that is close to what is said the Irish Filidh did to see visions. The early Irish filidh are said to have composed their poetry and had mantic visions through various techniques involving things like incubatory darkness, liminal times or places such as dusk and dawn or doorways, and the ingestion of raw substances such as the meat of sacrificed animals. (1) I decided to go with the incubatory darkness route in my own way.
Spellcrafting
So I was asked a while back what components are necessary for successful spellcrafting. Spell can be very elaborate. They can involve numerous ingredients, representations, candles, accessories, incenses, chants, motions, and all manner of things. But I’m a chaos magician. I usually like to keep things simple. What do you need to cast a spell? […]
July 2014
My blogging has been pretty pathetic this year. My keeping track of my goals hasn’t been very good either. But I’m trying to break them down more into more manageable bench-markers, and the beginning or a new month is as good a time as any to see where I’m at and what I want to […]
Derailed
Many years ago I was in graduate school. I had aspirations to be a college professor, and was working toward that goal. I had become frustrated by my career in the restaurant industry, and wanted to do something that was a better use of my innate talents. I got burnt out, for many reasons. Some […]
St. Gall’s Incantations
There are a collection of healing charms which include some fairly overt pagan references found in the Thesaurus Palaeohibernicus grouped under the heading of St. Gall’s Incantations. Below I’m including three of the originals and my own modified and updated versions.
Soul-stice.
I spent the Solstice high in the mountains, communing with the luminary sol, the light-bringer, the first fire. It lit a torch deep down that was sleeping, some part of me that was tucked away over the winter and unable to shake the frost until just then.
"I am Guarding Your Death"
Saturday morning I was home, getting ready to head over to my friend’s store when my mother called me. She and my oldest daughter had gone over to my grandmother’s apartment, a few minutes drive from my house, to check on her. My mother’s voice on the phone was small and hesitant, “Morgan, your grandmother’s died. What do I do?”
It Happened Again
Blessings Darlings!
As y’all already know, I make a lot of things from scratch, or almost-scratch. Like – my husband LOVES having Kahlua in his coffee in the evening. He does this three or so times a week. Kahlua is a pricy bitch, so I make my own.
A Dream of Lughnasa
I had a strange dream last night about a ritual at Lughnasa. In the dream the people had gathered to honor Macha and Nuada at the harvest, which they were calling Brón Trogain. Everyone had met at a recently harvested field, the earth exposed with only a stubble of stems left jutting up in ragged rows. Two horses had been harnessed together with someone walking behind them, driving them. Two older girls walked in front and to each side of the horses tossing handfuls of straw in their path. The horses were driven over the straw as someone prayed to Macha to bless the earth and Nuada to ward it. I do not remember all the words of the dream prayer, only this part – “…walking, may your steps be sacred steps, walking, may Macha, raven of fierceness, bless this earth, walking, may Nuada, hound of battle, ward what we hold dear…”.
Poem for the Morrigan
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