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Taking it all in

Published March 29, 2017 by Lunapo

Witchlette found a feather in her room this morning. It’s one I found and had gifted to her about a year ago. It was not in her altar box aka “treasure chest” so she determined it could not be hers. Therefore, she scampered off to my altar to place. 

Upon returning, we had this discussion:

W: Your green candle is for Frigg, right?

M: Yes. 

W: Frigg has birds, right?

M: Right. 

W: So that’s why I put the feather by the Frigg candle for you. Because she has birds. 

Be still me heart ❤️

Pagan Mr. T

Published March 24, 2017 by Lunapo

As I am knowing Frigg more and building such a strong connection with her and working with her daily, I wanted to add a way to carry her with me. I have my Mjolnirs for Thor (and the little Witches) and I have my Pentacle for the Elements. Knowing I had some charms left over from a holiday gift, I peaked into my jewelry making caddy and pulled out two skeleton key charms. I fastened them together and attached them so they would hang over my star, between the Mjolnirs. Not to cover the Pentacle, but to enhance it. 

Hubby was tickled by this, as I have gone from just the Pentacle to just a Mjolnir to two Mjolnirs and some spacers to both Mjolnirs and the Pentacle with spacers to my current set up. He laughed and said sooner or later I’ll look like the Pagan Mr. T. 

Pomp and circumstance

Published March 14, 2017 by Lunapo

I try to be one for elaborate ritual. 

It’s beautiful when someone does it well. I’ve seen ladies use besoms to cast a Circle thrice. I’ve seen a lady and gentleman cast a Circle with a sword, then invoke male and female deities with Atheme and Cup respectively. 

But when I do it, solitarily, it feels silly. 

I’ll light my candles at my altar, speak some meaningful words, and do my workings whether that’s grind herbs or draw cards, or just meditate. Recently, I haven’t even been vocal. 

Raised as a Catholic, I was taught thoughts are just as powerful as words, and that I was to atone for not only my actions and my words, but also my thoughts and feelings. 

So, I know that the intention behind the actions, words, and thoughts have power. I’ve taught this a few times now. Last night, however, I proved it. 

I’ve been on my Pagan path for 11 years. I’ve only been fully working with the Norse Pantheon, and working closely with Frigg since, for the last few months. The majority of my 11 years, I’ve been a spiritual atheist. I’ve been close with the Elements and know that there is a Divine, but I never saw it as more than energy. I never gave them a name. I couldn’t wrap my mind around a persona living in another realm controlling certain aspects. 

Until I began believing that personas living in another realm was controlling certain aspects. It started by acknowledging The Thunderer during storms. 

Last night, wanting to make a connection to Frigg, to dedicate myself to a path in her honor. I lay in bed, before sleep overtook me, and silently spoke to her through my mind’s voice. Some of it I have spoken before, at my altar. Some of it just came. 

Blessed Frigg

Keeper of women, wives, mothers, and children 

Bestower of blessings of conjugal and matronly love

In your honor, I am a strong woman 

In your honor, I am a devoted wife 

In your honor, I am a doting mother

I live my life fulfilling to me while honoring you

I am a big believer in energy portals on the body, chakras of you will. When I am meditating or casting or otherwise connecting, I feel a warning, buzzing, lifting, heightened sensation radiating from the crown of my head. Last night, despite my voice remaining silent, I had this confirmation of a connection, the strongest one I’ve ever had. 

I then slept into the deepest most restful sleep I’ve had in years. 

30 days: quotes and poems for Frigg

Published March 7, 2017 by Lunapo

When I last left the 30 days meme, I was stuck on the last nine.

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Sweet Frigga

Sweet Frigga of the spinning wheel.
Who spins the strands we call our life.
Your love, so strong, so very real.

You’ve answered my lonely appeal.
Though in sad seclusion I do live.
Sweet Frigga of the spinning wheel.

In a world both mundane and surreal.
You’ve succored me, my goddess.
Your love, so strong, so very real.

Your kindly blessings I do feel.
Having happily felt your fair grace.
Sweet Frigga of the spinning wheel.

Frith, frugality and women’s weals
Are the gifts you shower down.
Your love, so strong, so very real.

My troth I give, though I do not kneel.
Sweet Frigga of the spinning wheel.
Your love, so strong, so very real

The Gods’ Own Twilight

Fingers release and slide loosely along the thread;
Pausing and remembering her son long dead.
As her fingers meander along the strand; into future.

Tears slide in silence; down that pallid cheek.
Glazing ice blue eyes; that drowned and needy seek…
The comforting gaze of love that shares her loss.

He gazes back at the Beloved; who sits silent and still;
deft fingers seeking magic in the spinning of the wheel.
Her mind moves through the thread of time.

Spinning into existence; through trembling hands.
She grips hard the strand of her fate; accepting its demands.
And looks into the Gods’ own twilight

So what is a Celtic-Heathen?

Published February 21, 2017 by Lunapo

A few nights ago, I dreamt that someone I’ve known for 20+ years is exploring her own path and asked me to share my own. 

Celtic-Heathen Kitchen Witch is how I describe my path.

Kitchen Witch is rather self-explanatory, I do Magicks within the hearth and home.


The other part is where I get raised eyebrows.


A few months ago, I had a very good discussion with a fellow CotE member, who is a druid from the Emerald Isle, about how druids were the scientists of the time. They would watch the weather patterns and see that the clouds formed over the mountain and rain would come down in the valley. After, they would say that they had a dream where the Gods told them to settle in the valley. Perhaps in some ways, the Gods were telling them to do so, through the rain patterns and the fertility of the land. After all, in my experience, science is Magick of everyday life and Magick is science that has not yet been proven.
This is the foundation of my practice: an understanding and reverence for science with and underlying belief that they are two sides of the same coin.


When folks think Druidism, they think Celtic heritage and deities. The national orders do not assign to a specific Pantheon but they most commonly refer to Celtic.


Celtic Druidism is one form of Shamanism. Shamanism is the practice of entering an ecstatic trance state in order to contact spirits and/or travel through spiritual worlds with the intention of accomplishing some specific purpose.


Odin, as he is described in the Eddas, fits this profile. He travels to distant lands alone to complete errands while he appears to others to be asleep or dead. After Balder dreams of his death, Odin rides to the underworld to see what bargain he can strike for Balder’s life. Odin, like other shamans and spirit workers has familiars. His are his two ravens Hugin and Munin, Thought and Memory. Odin also undergoes death and rebirth, a typical rite of passage for Shamans, when he hangs from Yggdrasil and gains the knowledge of language through the runes.


Frigg fits the definition of Shamanism as well. Frigg is an archetype of the völva, a practitioner of the Germanic magical tradition known as Seidr. Seidr was a form of magic concerned with discerning and altering the course of destiny by re-weaving part of the life web. To do this, the practitioner, with ritual spindle in hand, would enter a trance and travel in spirit throughout the Nine Worlds accomplishing her intended task. This generally took the form of a prophecy, a blessing, or a curse.


Genealogically speaking, I have a lot of Irish in me. Much as I’ve tried, I have not been successful in establishing a connection to the Celtic deities.


Luckily, I have just as much German as Irish and I also have Swedish. The Nordic deities came easy.


While I wished and hoped for Celts, due to my ancestry, I know from historical records and archeological finds, that the Norse Gods made their way into Ireland. Perhaps my pre-Christianized ancestors worshipped Norse Gods in Ireland. Maybe I am from a line of Norse-Gaels on the Irish side. 


Celtic knotwork in a Mjolnir


I know I am not, nor do I claim to be, Asatru. I am a Witch who has many Druid/Shamanistic beliefs and practices and who also honors the Norse Gods. The UPG I recently experienced is my own personal proof that the two Pantheons mixed.

Tower times

Published February 2, 2017 by Lunapo

Lots is happening.

Folks know about most of it, lest they either watch nothing but fox news or live under a rock deep within an underground dark cave in the middle of the woods- some would say this is one in the same.

Other stuff that is happening is much more local and touches home on a regular.

CotE aka “Magick Circle” is now a transient entity. The Imbolc ritual last Sunday was the last ever ritual at the space in downtown Raleigh gardens. It was a gorgeous ritual led by the church’s High Priestess who, as she always does, did a fabulous job. It was appropriate as the last ritual, being Imbolc and a time of new beginnings, because all new beginnings start with an end. Just as appropriate, the kid-centric Imbolc ceremony will be this coming Sunday. I am leading this ritual and a fellow church member and friend was able to scout out and secure ritual space in a local city park.

Continuing transiently.

It’s been a lot to process and work through. Most of my dedicated Magick Circle time has been spent researching different sites and figuring out what is needed, when, and where.

Throughout these processes, I keep getting signs that the gods are with us. We do not walk through these Tower Times alone.

Over the last week, I have had a falcon fly in my path at different parts of the day and different areas of town at least four times.

Frigga is with me.

I am not alone.

At the Imbolc ritual, as we said our final blessing of the final ritual of our [now] former spiritual gathering place, a large murder of crows flew overhead.

Odin is with us.

Morrigan is with us.

While we walk through the tower times and all that is thrown at us, we must keep our heads high and our hearts and minds opens.

 We are not alone.

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