Going to be good when…

You know it’s going to be a good week when, on your Monday morning week-head pull, both of your patroness’s runes come. 

Berkana- Frigg, the mother. Pertho- Frigg, the woman

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A powerful realization 

Last night, while celebrating Mabon with my Circle, we started talking about the afterlife. I honestly don’t remember how the conversation evolved to that point; there were hours within a sacred space just sharing and enjoying each other’s company while working Magick and celebrating friendship. I shared how Helheim is equivalent to the Greek version of an afterlife- a neutral place that is just where you go. It’s not a place of punishment like the Christian Hell. Valhalla isn’t heaven; it’s been romanticized by modern Heathens, but is not a place our ancestors would choose to go. Generation upon generation would go into the family mound and be together. Then the people starting exploring far and wide and dying in far off places and not returning- so it was decided they went to Valhalla where they were rewarded with their bravery by feasting and sparring everyday until they would do and fight, and die, a second time. I also shared how each God has a hall and each God chooses those to join them in their hall. Hubby and I may end up in Frigg’s hall because our relationship is that of true soul mates and Frigg takes in and reunites spouses of our ilk. She also takes in children who die, and calls their parents when it is their time to reunite them.

And I suddenly lost it. The atmosphere, the power of the company…

I started walking this path, like many other Pagans, because of the trauma of life. When I was 20, my little sister, M, passed at 3 1/2. Last night it sunk deep in my heart that Witchlette is now older than M. 

With these amazing women, I went through some powerful shit, and felt cleansed afterward. 

With these amazing women, I had a moment, and was able to turn around and continue to celebrate after feeling some big feelings, as I was in a safe space surrounded by love and magick. 

Practical Magick

On Saturday, I led a Kitchen Witch and herbology basics class for CotE. 

The bulk of the class was terms and definitions to bring Magick into one’s everyday life. 

The latter of the class was dedicated to using herbs to enhance Magick. 

I shared the recipe for the sleep spray Witchlette and I make together to help her fall asleep on restless nights and to help prevent bad dreams. 

That night, Witchlette noted that her bottle is almost empty and we need to make more. Time got away from us yesterday, so we made it this morning before mama heads out to a studentless workday. 

Witchlette and I set up her ingredients in the moter and pestule…

…then set it in a tea ball to steep…

…and here it stayed until it cooled. At that point, we poured it into the sleep spray bottle and it’s ready for the nights ahead. 


Witchling, seeing his sister making, wanted to do making too. 

Since we have lots of spray ready, we will hold onto his to steep for a later date. 

The post-steeped ingredients will be placed into the planters to enrich the soil. 

Recipe:

One part each, with another pintch each time the ingredient is renamed:

For sleep: chamomile, lavendar, thyme, rosemary

For peace: lavendar

For wishes: sage, sunflower, dandelion

For happiness: lavender, majoram

For purification: bay, chamomile, lavendar, parsley, rosemary, thyme

For success: cinnamon

*I use cinnamon in all my spells 

Replacement behavior

So I’m a nail biter. It’s a gross ugly habit and I hate doing it. I started when I was about Witchlette’s age: I saw my dad do it and figured I’d join in on the “fun”. 27 years later, try as I might to stop, here I am still. It’s a subconscious habit too. I’ll be doing something which takes mental power- reading, writing, driving- and find myself with my finger headed to my mouth. And then I hate that. I’ve tried to stop. My family has tried to help me stop. Nothing has worked. 

Because the point was always stop. 

For the last few days, Hubby and I have been musing about getting Witchling one of those fight cubes. When he stands at the did player and pushes the buttons, give him a replacement button to push instead.We’ll likely just use old video game buttons because we have them and it does the same task. 

This got me thinking about myself.  

Could a cube help me to not bite. Perhaps I could play with the cube instead. 

When we want students to stop doing a behavior, we don’t stop them cold. We replace it with something else, something similar in function but significantly less disruptive. I’ve been stopping cold. 

A cube could work. But, do I really want to buy something plastic to which I don’t have any connections? One of the cube sides is a worry stone pad. 

Why not a worry stone. I can bless it and make it Magick and have a connection to it. It would be something real and natural. I decided to bless it with Pertho, Frigg’s Rune, to have her help me on this journey. 

This morning I cast my morning Circle and invited Frigg, painted her Rune, and blessed the stone. 

When I go to bite or pick

When I need to do it quick

Instead I’ll rub this blessed stone

And leave my fingernails alone

It’s said it takes 66 days to form a habit. 

Today is day 1. 

Life imitating art imitating life

20 years ago, a tiny mid-season replacement called Buffy the Vampire Slayer premiered.

I was in middle school. It was in the same weekly lineup as Charmed (hasn’t aged as well but still mostly relevant) and Dawson’s Creek (which has aged horribly). It was billed by the network as a show for the same demographic: teen girls.

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The show was ahead of its time; it was immediately classic and still has a ginormous cult following. It ended with 7 filmed seasons but continues its cannon with graphic novel of 3 “seasons” with another on the way.

The show is one that was not only ahead of its time, but was ahead of my time. When it was on the air originally, I loved it and I was glued to the idiot box every week then had long discussions with my middle school friends dissecting what we had just seen. What folks were wearing, who was super cute, how unbelievably hot Spike is.

Buffy was my first exposure to Magick- real Magick, watched at a time when I was the leader of the Fellowship of Christian Athletes at my high school. It was my first introduction to loss other than an older relative. It was my first look at love and lust and how they are so easily intertwined. It was my first…everything…

 

When my sister passed away in 2005, I watched The Body (aired in 2001) over and over again with gut wrenching sobs and just allowed myself to feel the hopeless sad and emptiness that followed. As I dealt with the emotional fallout of her death in the following months, I watched Once More With Feeling (aired in 2001), as Buffy just needed to feel. Life was not turning out the way it was supposed to, and I felt hollow, empty, nothing. More than a decade later, as I was reeling with postpartum issues, I turned to The Gift (aired in 2001).

The hardest part to do in this world is to live in it. Be brave. Live.

I use many tracks from Buffy episodes, but mostly Sacrifice, for meditation and yoga purposes.

I’ll never forget the first time I was told Buffy wasn’t for me. I was a freshman in college and I had all of my seasons on DVD with me, and watched them regularly and religiously. Talked with folks who I thought were friends at the time, about our shared love of the show. Was told by them that I’m not what Buffy represents at it’s core.

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It was my for others: for needs and rejects and social outcasts. It was for folks on the fringe and I’m too mainstream.

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Except, I’m not.

I’m exactly who Buffy was made for. I’m the key core demographic.

I’m human. Therefore Buffy was made for me. And you. And anyone who has emotions and lives life.

But don’t take my word for it. Anthony Head (Giles) can tell you all about it.

 

A battle cry for all of us in these tower times