Thursday, July 17, 2014

What Dreams May Confound

I rubbed a little Divination oil on my forehead and pulse points and climbed into bed. I'm having "important dreams" on a more regular basis - having information not related to me show up in dreams that I'm able to verify later on.

Dream 1: I'm investigating some place that is completely covered in snow. Everything is frozen, including all of the local life. There are frozen people everywhere holding cardboard signs identifying who they are - on the off chance that someone would ever find them. I notice a woman and her companion are encased in a block of ice - cigarette in hand halfway to her lips. The exhale of smoke is frozen inside the ice. I find myself wondering how they managed to freeze to death if they have a lighter - surely they could have found something to burn.

(I blame this on having just recently seen the movie Frozen for the first time.)

Dream 2: A dead relative I've never met shows up again and asks me to pass on a message to my mother - her sister. I suggest she pass on the message herself, because my mother wouldn't hear that message coming from me.

(This has been recurring for the last two months. This relative died in 1967 and we are not related by blood. There are other family members who would be open to these kinds of dreams and could relay the message in a way that would be believed.)

I'm not prepared to have dead people showing up and giving me messages. I'm not even sure I "believe" that there is any postmortem survival of any kind, no matter what that Long Island Medium lady says.





Friday, July 11, 2014

Them


Seeking Redux

"When the student is ready, the teacher will appear."

So goes the proverb. I think in some ways it's true. You send out a little ping to the universe saying "Here I am! Teach me!" and as dear Mr. Huson tells us, when you announce yourself to the unseen, something is bound to notice you.

Sometimes what notices you is awesome, and for me that is overwhelmingly true.

I started this blog around the time that I started actively seeking a coven to work with - something that in rural Texas is not exactly easy - but can be done. As luck would have it, I found some folks, and they practiced the tradition I was interested in. I went to some open circles and loved the rituals. I eventually moved to where they were located and asked for training and was accepted. For reasons that have nothing to do with them and everything to do with me and where my life was at, that wasn't something that was going to happen at that time.

Two years, a Saturn return, and a lot of changes later, I'm still on my own and I still feel called to traditional Wicca and a traditional coven setting. And I still think the folks I was working with are damn awesome, I miss them terribly, and maybe one day I'll get to work with them again.

The irony is that I used to have lots of time on my hands - time to devote to nothing but Craft work. These days, I'm lucky to have a day off to catch up on laundry.

A few years ago I did a series of readings about all of this and a few candle workings. I had a dream where the black and white beasts from The Chariot (okay, unicorns in my deck, wannafightaboutit?) were blocking the entrance to a doorway - though the black one was on the right and the white one on the left. When I approached and asked if I could go through the door, the beasts (damn unicorns!) said "Yes, but not now."

"Yes, but not now."

Typical, but exactly what I needed.

Saturday, June 14, 2014

Hints From Hertha - Even Less Stressful Candle Cleanup

Votive candles. I love them, but they leave behind a cleaning job. It's a simple enough thing to pop them into the freezer - the melted wax should pop out like an ice cube.

I've found another solution by accident. I was cleaning out the votive holders I use as quarter candles. The last time they were used the candles had been pretty liberally rubbed with oils, and I had poured a few drops of oil into the glass cup and smeared the oil all around.

The oil had dried, so imagine my surprise when the leftover glass blobs popped right out without the use of the freezer.

I'll be doing this from now on.




Saturday, May 31, 2014

More Light Reading





Occult Nostalgia

Finally got a copy of the first witch book I ever read. How this ended up in my local library is beyond me, but I'm glad it did. 

The Anatomy of Witchcraft by Peter Haining, published in 1972



Oooh spooky! 


Eleanor Bone and her coven of the left. Monique and Campbell Wilson on the right.



The Sanders coven. 





Monday, May 12, 2014

Team Big H

Last night I sat at my shrine for the first time in a while - I've been recovering from a back injury and all of my usual methods of ritual and devotion were physically impossible.
I did my usual thing - incense, knives, rubbing witching oils into my statue of Hekate - and I just held Her and chanted Her names.
I asked for guidance and made a promise - give me a sign of your favor or disapproval and I will do X.
No dreams, no omens - just the most restful night of sleep I’ve had since my back went splodey.
I sat down with my coffee and facebook and saw that Jeff Cullen of Jeff Cullen Artistry had a Hekate statue for sale.  I’ve wanted one forever and missed out recently on two occasions where I was outbid or someone beat me to it mid-purchase.
I bought the statue.
Looks’ like I’ve got some work to do.