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The Cat Came Back…

I’ve been busy as per usual so haven’t been here to update, even though Kinsouth/All Thing is fastly approaching. It’s this weekend as a matter of fact. We’re packing up and getting ready now. The house sitter should be arriving soon.

I’m lazy so I’m just going to copy and paste what I wrote to the kind person who reached out to Bastet for me so as to bring my cat home when he was lost.

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I figured (Mongo) was dead, as you know. That’s my luck, you know. But what yours told you was pretty accurate.

From what we can gather, he’d been living up the way from where he ran, hiding under dumpsters and wotnot. Finally a kind woman took him in, named him Oliver, and found out tonight that he was missing. She brought him to us, and even though she had tears in her eyes she let me have him back. If it hadn’t been for the fact that Liono couldn’t get along with her other cat, she never would have found out Liono already had a home. She was going to give him to another home, but that home had seen the lost flyer earlier today.

He’s thin, and he’s lost his poufy cheeks. He’s still humongous (he’s an extra large cat). When I got him in my arms, he curled around me like he always did. He sort of purred on the way home, but it was tentative as if he was hoping this would not be another chapter in his harrowing adventure.

So now we have a thousand cats. Liono was one of 6 when this began. Bastet sent Gremlin, who is still small and slant-eyed as if he knows everything. When we were leaving to see if this cat was indeed Liono he came to the door to go with us, which was unusual. I hoped it was a sign. It might have been.

We also have Hephaestus (Feisty for short) who was turned in as a possible Liono and my soft-hearted other half couldn’t turn him away.

I’m still sprouting tears just reliving this to tell you. LOL.  I don’t know what we’re going to do with so many cats, but for the price of Liono being cared for during his adventure and making it home I’m okay with this. I hope the neighbors will be, too!

I shall change his official name at the vet to Oliver’s Liono perhaps.

Okay I gotta go cuddle my baby and cry tears into his fur for a while. Ha. Thank you so much. Thanks to Bastet for caring for him. And whomever and whatever else saved him. Thanks to the whole universe, which spoils me already… but the universe should know I’m grateful and don’t take it for granted.

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Let this be a lesson to everyone, I guess!

Off now I go to finish preparing for Kinsouth. Pictures are sure to follow as always!

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Psalms 23

I am preparing for a green candle spell I learned today; it’s considered to be a hoodoo spell. It calls for reciting Psalms 23. I took a quick look on the internet and found this. I think adding a section here with online resources for people to find and use would be good, so here is the first entry.

Psalms 23, a 800 dpi public domain scan you can frame or put in your grimoire. It’s very pretty and housed at Wikipedia.

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Hexes

Play-dough of DOOM!

Don’t ask me how or why I find certain things, but there are times I do. Usually these times are when I’m looking for something completely unrelated. My Google-foo is weak, but my accidental-foo is strong apparently.

So I came across a Youtube instructional video on how to hex someone. Intrigued, I sat back to give it a listen. I didn’t get very far into the video, because the instructing witch held up a can of play-dough and explained it could be used to make a voodoo doll with.

I find it simply too, too hilarious not to have a selection of play-dough tucked away in my altar in case I decide to hex someone. The other half and I put the video on pause and ran to the store right then and there to purchase our evil play-dough. Furthermore, we took a very long time in selecting just what colors we wanted. We ended up buying the entire rainbow available so that I could be creative in my evil hexing creations. After all, being evil is meant to be fun. All sorts of fun.

Now if you’re thinking that the other half and I immediately set about hexing everyone that cut us off in traffic, worry not. The play-dough is still in it’s wrapping, sitting in the altar. I do not know when I will use my newly learned knowledge to hex someone, or if I ever will. It’s more that this particular concept was so inline with humor magic, I had to collect it for future goose.

If you’re curious about the video I shall link and/or embed it below. I enjoy this woman’s videos. Some of her comments are hilarious, and she usually explains things pretty well. I gotta say it. I’m subscribed. I recommend that if you’re serious you check her out as well. Give her lots of love.

Kinsouth is only a few weeks away! I’m getting very excited.

Edit: I note the original video has been taken down, which is a shame as it was very informative. I found something else for your enjoyment. The statement with this video says they would not like this video to get to “the younger” crowd, as things like this are for the “experienced witch”. I do agree that a brash person should not be doing this sort of stuff – you CAN hurt yourself and/or the wrong person – but when I was “the younger crowd” I wouldn’t have been caught hexing a soul….

 

chatter

Gesundheit!

How does a god choose a follower that has absolutely no clue when things are reaching out to them? How does a god get noticed by the metaphysically dense? How do they kick people in the pants?

By being shiny in the store, I think.

I saw it happen this past weekend, I swear to you. The husband and I went into Earthbound at the mall, and within minutes he was telling me how much he needed the little Ganesh (Gesundheit!) statuette on the shelf.

We got it for him.

I thought the husband wasn’t serious – his roads are paved with good intentions but he rarely gets past the intent – but he’s serious. He’s been sending me articles about Ganesh’s life and is marveling at what Ganesh stands for, because it aligns with things he himself feels he stands for. (And for me as well, apparently, but I am working with Hephaestus right now.)

It looks like Ganesh knew what he was doing. But when you’re thousands of years old and have the mind of an elephant, you tend to have a little bit of wisdom mixed in with that long memory.

Allthing

Kinsouth 2017

It was a wee bit harder to set up this year than usual, but Kinsouth’s 2017 Allthing has set dates and a down payment on where we’re gonna go.

In order to preserve the magick of Kinsouth, I once again aimed Southward. This time we’re going to land in Kentucky outside of Lexington.

For some reason people seem to think that Kinsouth is about roughing it. Not exactly… I can sort of see where the impression came from – we were roughing it in the beginning but those early circumstances were mostly due to finances. This year after much searching I found a two bedroom cabin. It’s a bit on the expensive side, but due to the fulfillment of last year’s wishes we can afford it right now. Putting back part of your harvest as an investment and thanks is an age-old tradition anyway, if I REALLY have to excuse that.

I often say that Kinsouth was Hogwarts before Harry Potter was published, because the main point to it was always to take something metaphysical and practice it somehow. Or at least do something besides the wish ritual, which of course is Allthing’s main point. To wish for all of the things.

So with that in mind the focus(es) is/are:

  1. Forest bathing. Now… we do that every year just about anyway without thinking about it. Really forest bathing is just the new fangled way of saying “getting back to nature”. Either way, being in the forest (not a park) is scientifically proven to be a healing experience. Which means for all subsequent years I’m going to always be searching for a forest to have Kinsouth in. I dream of the day I can have my own acreage of land for this.
  2. The Mantell UFO incident. If you don’t know about that, the year was 1948 and a UFO appeared while some young pilots were out on training maneuvers. They were tasked to follow it. One died in pursuit. For our Saturday metaphysical excursion we will be visiting his memorial marker, which is located about an hour away. You can find a report on the incident here. Information bout the memorial marker is here.
  3. The usual card reading, pendulum swinging and other nifty things that come up. Not all of Kinsouth is metaphysical, but it has its moments.
  4. The wish ritual. We may adapt it to happen in a hot tub this year if the group is small enough. (I.E. just the hubby and me.)

Speaking of the wish ritual, there is a disturbing trend where people are finding out when I am performing ritual and they’re doing things to basically join in from home. It’s not meant to be this way in the circumstances of some who can’t make it in person, but this is a form of freeloading. I will not be telling anyone the hour I do ritual this year. If you want a wish ritual, perform your own and do it under your own magick.

You will have to remember, though. There is a very big something to Kinsouth you have to do that actually sets the power in place for you. I have noticed without saying anything that those who not do this have diminished effects or no effects at all. Those who do it the most have the greater reward. This would be the pilgrimage.

Almost always people have to travel to get to Kinsouth. Even I, who hosts the thing, have had to travel most of the time. No I don’t travel far… it’s not the length of the journey. It’s the willingness to actually MAKE it that matters, and whether you can follow through without allowing that circumstance to get in the way.

When you’re going somewhere, your mind is on your destination on at least a subconscious level if not at the forefront of your mind. This means that during your entire journey, your mind body and soul are preparing for the Kinsouth weekend. Think of it as building a magical charge, one that you will expel on the wish ritual. You have to make that pilgrimage, or no charge. Or at least, not a charge that’s compatible with what’s going on.

Kinsouth’s power has really come back ever since I began to dump freeloaders and backstabbers to keep it together the way it was meant to be. Even if it’s just me in the forest, I enjoy it a lot more this way as well. ‘Nuff said on that.

I’m looking forward to Kinsouth this year. But I always do. I hope this is THE area I’ve been searching for; the one where Kinsouth stays. But we shall see.

chatter · Uncategorized

Gifts from Bastet

2f2d35cf17cc7f1f30d0f8e4bd321187-dbf1dfv[1]As a piss poor magician, I have been trying to keep my focus on servitors and the manitu of late. My reasons are multi-fold, but the biggest two of those reasons have to do with 1. knowing about a clutch of ancient servitors and 2. dabbling in demonolatry only to get slightly serious after learning that a similar path was the original religious way of my people. But still I am a piss-poor magician, and I think this is why the cosmos smacked me a little bit a few days ago.

Normally my approach to magick is nonchalant. Then one of my beloved cats tore open the cat carrier and ran away from the veterinary parking lot. Trying to find him by asking around and posting flyers wasn’t going to get anywhere, and I knew it. I had to take that further step above.

First I turned to my servitors with no results. I wasn’t surprised. As days passed my anxiety grew, and then I knew. I was going to have to go crying to someone with more reach than the servitors.

It took me a while to figure out just who to go to. Faced with this situation I actually didn’t want to go to the obvious answer – Bastet, cat goddess of Egypt, because that’s what everyone does. I opened books and looked on the internet at various names, trying to find someone who wouldn’t have such a long line of people waiting to pester them. Indeed it was with much reluctance that I finally turned to Bast.

How I did the actual approaching I guess is important only in that everyone has their own unique ways of doing things. For me, one of the strongest ways I use to create a Work is to do things with my hands. In the old days, I used to work with paint and canvas. Spirits used to approach me often for their portraits to be made. It was interesting.

Drawing a circle and doing all that solitary ritual stuff literally has little effect for me. I knew it, and where I had been lately trying to use the ritual methods in a half-ass attempt to be less of a piss-poor magician I was desperate. I opened Photoshop, grabbed my light pen, and I began to ‘pray’.

I was with her immediately. For me these experiences are a lot of empathic remote viewing, so I felt her affirmative nod more than saw it. It wasn’t a yes so much as a “I hear you and I agree with your request”. (They speak in tiers you know.) Then she requested a portrait from me. I hadn’t received such a request in so many years, I admit I chuckled and said out loud, “Okay. I can do that.”

I worked all through the night, putting on the final flourish as the sun was rising. I have embedded the image in this post. The sun? She insisted on that sun although I didn’t know why at the time. The wings? She actually guided my hand some, which is why their style is a slight bit more detailed than my usual kind.

As it was finished she changed her tune from ‘Yes your cat was coming home.’ to ‘No I’m not going to do it but I will you shall see.’ I thought maybe she was disappointed in my work, that I had taken too many artistic liberties or something. I also doubted the final message I had received, a bad habit but one can lie to themselves so easily.

Then I looked her up a bit and I learned why she wanted that sun, as well as other things. It was amusing.

Twenty-four hours later it happened.

The husband left for work early in the morning, and I was still awake from handling some odds and ends in the office. Suddenly he drives up, rushes inside, and hands me a kitten; a little orange kitten who happened to look exactly like my cat gone astray.

The husband explained that the kitten appeared suddenly at the door to the gas station as if it had been waiting for him. The lady at the counter told him that it would let no one near it. However, the little guy crawled right up into the husband’s shirt like my other cat used to do. And purred, and purred, and melted into my arms to purr some more. He had decided he was with the right people, as if he knew to expect it.

I wept when I realized this kitten had been sent from Bast, because I knew it meant my other cat would not be coming home. I had suspected he didn’t make it out there in town, because I had dreamed he jumped on the bed. In the dream I knew he had actually truly returned and it wasn’t a dream. My cats all tend to come back to me this way, and they may hang around for years before moving on.

So clutching this tiny gift from a goddess, I tried so hard to be thankful. But I could only feel sorrow. The kitten in turn didn’t let me out of his sight for 24 hours, looking me in the eyes and purring softly. Goddess only knows what was going on in that tiny cranium of his.

It’s a day later and the little guy has no name yet. It will come to me, as with all the other kittehs in my care. Dinkus maybe. Ha. He already has become part of the household. The other cats barely even hiss at him – not normal in case you don’t know cats – and he’s even litterbox trained.

Of course we have to make sure we haven’t somehow gotten someone’s beloved and lost pet. It wouldn’t be right to do to someone else what is happening to me. Even though we’re pretty sure he was sent to stay. And I admit to still hoping Mongo makes it home.

Thank you, Bastet, for making as good as you could on my request. You could have said no. You chose a path of love instead. Whatever is name his going to be, I’m sure he’s going to pick something appropriate.

Book of Shadows (Grimoire) · Wishes and Manifestations

Wishing Bath Ritual

I’m the type of magick worker that likes the things I do to have more than one function. Lately I’ve been experimenting with using the water in my bath to manifest changes I would like in my body such as improved health. So tonight while researching how to manifest thought-forms I came across a simple wish spell that involved a glass of water, and I decided that it couldn’t hurt to share what I’m up to and let others give it a shot. Especially since I have seen some progress in the past few weeks.  Most people around these here parts bathe or shower at least once a day, so it’s not too difficult to turn this secular ritual into something a bit more special.

I’m going to go through the entire process and you can imitate or borrow from it as feels appropriate for you.

Before I begin to outline my steps, I would like you to stop and consider the science behind this. Yes, there is an actual science. The ancients have always known that water was very powerful and could be used to amplify spell work, direct psychic focus, and aide in healing. How wonderful it is that Dr. Emoto has been able to give us hard-core scientific evidence of how water mirrors what we think by actually changing shape at the microscopic level.

So yes, there’s science behind this. I’m sure the ability to fold space and time, the fact that a plant in Nigeria will reflect something happening to it through another planet literally across the planet, and that atoms are linked in a way we don’t completely understand yet comes into play. I’m not enough of a scientist to speculate past that point. On to the spell.

Before you begin, decide what you want and be prepared to state your wish as you would when creating a wish fulfillment. Don’t say something like, “I wish I had a pony.” Rather, you state it as if it has happened and is already a reality. You are creating a thoughtform to bring about this wish after all. So you say instead, “I have a pony.” I know I’m oversimplifying how to state the manifested wish here, but I tend to keep my work simple. You must state things as feels right for you.

Step 1. When I approach the bath, I automatically tend to adopt a certain mindset – as if I’m a high priestess or the Oracle of Delphi stepping into a specially-prepared bath in preparation for some coming event like overseeing a wedding or spending a day telling futures. It’s as if I’m entering a sacred chamber, and I won’t bathe ritualistically without having this feeling inside.

Step 2. If you’re thinking I run the bath water next, you guessed it. However, I also treat the bath water. Usually I just add bubbles, but sometimes I will add rose water or some other element. I prefer rose water – not just because roses heighten psychic abilities – because it feels appropriate. I can’t always get my hands on things like that, though. Lately I’ve simply been adding the extra juice from my Korean beauty masks. It’s not enough to turn the water into a giant Korean beauty mask pool or probably do anything at all, so the act is more of a special magical touch. Something to mark the water as special. Think of it as something done to charge (or start charging) the water magically, because that’s what it is.

Step 3. I suppose you could get into the bath with your clothes on, but I usually disrobe at this point. If you really wanna get fancy you can take your clothes off while telling yourself what you’re up to, but I am lazy and don’t bother.

Step 4. And now you… bathe! Da da da duuum. Obviously you’re going to do your normal things in the bath: soap up, wash, etc. But as I’m in my magically charged water, I take the extra step of charging the water further with my hands and covering myself as much as possible. I will gently splash myself repeatedly while stating my wish either under my breathe or in my mind. Sometimes I do this until the water is getting cold.

Step 5 (optional): Sometimes I will put on a Korean face mask and sit in my water as an extra step. I might even put on the mask as soon as I get into the water. It’s just an extra step that adds extra energy to the work.

Step 6: I don’t close a circle or anything when I’m done. I simply let out the water, get out and towel off. 🐱 This particular ritual is a simple one that doesn’t require much by the way of invoking things to help you, so once I’m done I’m done.

And that’s it! Happy bathing.