I recently had a consultation with a client who assured me that although they were contacting me about casting a spell, they were skeptical that it would even work.
I understand being skeptical about magick, for a layperson who is not educated int he ways of how spells work, it is an entirely new world. A certain amount of healthy skepticism is natural, even recommended. Use that inquisitiveness to investigate your caster and to do some research on what they discuss with you about your case.
But belief in magick is paramount to believing that a spell will work for you at all. If you come to me and tell me that you are skeptical that a spell will work for you or that you are skeptical about magick in general I will tell you to not bother purchasing a spell. I am not here to convince you of your fundamental beliefs, I am here to cast spells to help those who believe that spells and magick can help them to achieve their desires.
I am not a witchcraft evangelist. I’m not going to ask you to sign-up and join a coven. I’m not going to recommend that you become a pagan or witch or begin lighting candles constantly for every last thing. You come to me and have a need to change in your life and I will help you with spells that will use your focused will and intention to affect change. What your system of beliefs is, is entirely up to you – however it will help greatly if you believe in magick.
Because if you do, I promise you – you will find it.
It is too cold right now for me to cast outside. For most people in the US, they would say of course it is cold – it’s winter! Well I live in central Florida my dears and usually our winter is pretty pleasant. Not quite as warm as when I lived in South Florida, but reasonable enough that I could still cast outside.
Last night I had to be by the window with a mug of hot chocolate, staring at the moon while I lit my altar candles. It was even cold near the window!
I bundled up in my blanket-y sweater, put on fuzzy socks and thanked the Goddess that the heat finally kicked on (after a strange smell – I think there might have been some leaves stuck in the vents).
The heat is still running right now and it is 29 degrees outside. Everything that was green is now brown and dead. I worry for the woodland creatures and feral cats and dogs.
At least yesterday was a beautiful sunny day even though it was very cold.
At one point after I read about the hard freeze warning I also read there could even be snow!
I rarely comment on non-witchy topics on this blog but I had to mention that I recently saw the film, “12 Years a Slave” starring Chiwetel Ejiofor and Michael Fassbender (with Brad Pitt in a small but memorable role) and directed by Brit Steve McQueen. It was one of the most affecting films about slavery I have ever seen and is perhaps the definitive film on slavery in America. It was painful to watch the story of Solomon Northup, a free black man who is abducted from a trip to Washington DC and wrongfully sold into slavery in Louisiana.
Each scene is like a splash of cold water in the face, especially in contrast to the beautiful natural environments which are captured in bucolic splendor. The brutality and savagery of slavery seems deeply personal from this one characters unique perspective, because like us, he was born a free man and never had any idea what life as a slave could possibly be like.
After watching this film, I realized I never had any idea either. This film should be required watching in schools like we had to watch “The Sorrow & the Pity” to learn about the Holocaust. Without such a film depicting the way events unfolded (taken from the book of the same name written by Solomon Northup in 1854 after he was liberated) there is no real way to understand or comprehend slavery in America. It has (to put it mildly) been white-washed from our history.
Everything is all right now, we have a black President. We love Beyoncé. The Kardashians have their TV show and Kim has Kanye and North West. Everything is totally cool, right?
But then there is Paula Deen. Remember what she said? And the patriarch from Duck Dynasty? Racism is still alive and well in this country.
Everything is NOT all right.
Every person in this country who thinks they know the history of slavery should see this film because trust me, you do NOT know anything about slavery.
I’ve lived in Florida a long time. So long that it’s hard for me to recall winter, all the snow, the freezing cold temps in the morning when you get in the tingling cold front seat of the car, how long it takes the heater to kick in, the layers upon layers of clothes (I had to unwrap myself after the long walk to school when I was in college, eventually I became so hearty I just wore a sweater, jean jacket and big scarf, ah youth!) to keep warm,; for over 20 years that has been nothing but a memory.
I miss the coziness of Winter. The fire in the fireplace in my parents house. My mother still offering hot chocolate with mini marshmallows like I was seven years old. Snugly socks and a big throw to keep warm while watching TV. Winter and Christmas – well there’s a perfect match of course. Food tastes better cooked forever, hearty stews and soups and Winter was for my mother, the season of baking.
Being a witch is really a seasonal deal. We abide by the seasons and focus on the “Wheel of the Year” through the sabbats we celebrate. Here in Florida, that covers us fairly well until Fall, though the leaves here do not change we have a kind of Autumn. But there is no Winter. Certainly here in Ocala it does get very cold (not like in South Florida), sometimes dropping into the 30′s and you do need boots and gloves and a coat and I have a plush throw and quilt on my bed. But there is no real Winter. While it snows in the North, the sun shines here in the South.
At night however when it gets cold I do celebrate my memories of Winter by lighting a fire in the fire-pit to assist in my casting. That is my favorite part of casting outside in the cold months (though they are short here in Florida). I build a beautiful little fire and settle in my chair outside with my cushy blanket, a cup of hot tea and everything I need to make magick, which is somewhat gilding the lily since in the cold, by the light of the fire sparking in the night, it’s already magick.
2013 was not the best year for me by many accounts. I struggled for half the year with health issues, romantically overwrought situations and a roller-coaster of an economy. It’s no lie that I am more than happy to bid farewell to 2013, sad that such a great year (the 13th of 2000) produced a string of calamities.
All was not lost this year however and Id like to share some positive and happy things from the past 12 months:
1. OBAMACARE – it may have its detractors but not for this witch. This is the first time that I have health insurance in 14 years. When I was able to sign-up and pay my first months premium it was one of the best days ever. Hopefully with my health insurance I can now look into all of the things I had put off because the cost of healthcare was so monstrous. Thank Goddess for the Affordable Care Act.
2. MY MOTHER – always a remarkable woman and friend, she really rose to the occasion as a caregiver when I needed her most. She changed everything in her life to care for me at the age of 69 and she took over all household duties as I have convalesced. She really rallied and has not only kept my spirits up and kept me laughing, shes also made some pretty yummy salads and helped me stick to my low-carb and sugar-free eating plan. Yay Mom!
3. MY BROTHER – he really helped around the house when I was first in the hospital and that got things going for us in very positive organizational ways. He also helped when things were at their most dire and showed a great deal of care and concern. My sister-in-law helped out too when we got in a fender-bender in a doctors parking lot and it was much appreciated.
4. MY WONDERFUL FRIENDS – they kept me laughing and feeling good through some dark times this year.Thank Goddess for Vanessa, Suzanne & Kelly, Ditas, Christine, Eddie Foo, Coral, Jon, Angela & Terry B. I am so lucky to have many clients who became friends and now are like family to me.
5. BIG BANG THEORY & MODERN FAMILY – being able to watch the entire catalogs of these two TV shows kept me amused and happy. I thank the Goddess for the brilliant writers out there who made me care about geeks and disparate dysfunctional family members with equal fervor.
6. JANE AUSTEN – in the hospital and afterwards I watched every version of Pride & Prejudice there was (several times) and re-read the book on my kindle. It helped me to see such a beautiful time and place and know that love still wins the day.
7. MY KITTY – she is my faithful kuddle kitty. She is beside me as I write this. (and Timmon is here in spirit too.)
8. DON CHEPE’S – the best Latin American food I have ever had. We get it all the time and though it is somewhat carb heavy (and I have to be careful) it is beyond the beyond. The arepas are my favorite and the El Salvadoran tamales. Oh and everything else. Dear Lord.
9. COOKBOOKS – even though my eating plan has changed I still love to read cookbooks (and as soon as I am able to get back to the kitchen I plan on cooking up a storm) and they keep me very entertained. I have read and re-read CANAL HOUSE COOKS EVERYDAY and just got their newest Italian cookbook called PRONTO. I have hundreds of cookbooks in my library but I constantly re-read my favorites. Check out my list at Good Reads.
10. PINTEREST – I have 24 boards and almost 12,000 pins. Because I cannot stop pinning things. My favorite boards are the food ones (I now have a diabetic food board) and the witchy ones of course. Join me there and keep up with the madness. I love to follow my friends and clients.
11. SMASH BOOKS – I took a wee break from smash-booking but I am ready to get back in the groove again. This is the journalling form of scrapbooking and a perfect way to creatively log your memories and everyday thoughts. They go nicely with all my books of shadows.
12. SUGAR-FREE OREO’S – all sugar-free cookies (and candy and other desserts too) rock my world but to be able to enjoy oreo’s without affecting my blood-sugar is almost holy to me. Since I am limited to keeping a sugar-free lifestyle any triumph like oreo’s and really good sugar-free candy makes it worthwhile.
13. DREAMFIELD’S PASTA – this is true low-card pasta at only 190 calories and 5 carbs per serving. It tastes just like regular white flour pasta but about 35 fewer carbs per serving. So all my Italian faves are back on the menu! Woo-hoo!
Poem by Richard De Angelis to Mirror the classic Christmas tale of ” ‘Twas the Night before Christmas”.
‘Twas the night before Yule, when all ‘cross the heath,
not a being was stirring; Pagan, faerie, or beast.
Wassail was left out & the alter adorned,
to rejoice that the Sun King would soon be reborn.
The children lay sleeping by the warmth of the hearth,
their dreams filled with visions of belov’d Mother Earth.
M’lady & I beneath blankets piled deep,
had just settled down to our own Solstice sleep.
Then a noise in the night that would leave us no peace,
Awakened us both to the honking of geese.
Eager to see such a boisterous flock,
When we raced to the window, our mouths dropped in shock!
On the west wind flew a gaggle of geese white & gray,
With Frau Holda behind them in her giftladen dray.
The figure on her broomstick in the north sky made it clear,
La Befana was approaching to bestow Yuletide cheer.
From the south came a comet more bright than the moon,
And we knew that Lucia would be with us soon.
As these spirits sailed earthward o’er hilltops & trees,
Frau Holda serenaded her feathery steeds:
“Fly Isolde! Fly Tristan! Fly Odin & Freya!
Fly Morgaine! Fly Merlin! Fly Uranus & Gaea!
“May the God & the Goddess inside you soar,
From the clouds in the heavens to yon cottage door.”
As soft & silent as snowflakes they fell:
Their arrival announced by a faint chiming bell.
They landed like angels, their bodies aglow.
Their feet left no marks in the new fallen snow.
Before we could ponder what next lay in store,
There came a slow creaking from our threshold door.
We crept from our bedroom & were spellbound to see
…There in our parlor stood the Yule Trinity!
Lucia, the Maiden, with her head wreathed in flame,
Shown with the radiance for which she was named.
The Lightbringer’ s eyes held the joy of a child,
And she spoke with a voice that was gentle, yet wild:
“May the warmth of this household ne’er fade away.”
Then she lit our Yule log which still burns to this day.
Frau Holda in her down cloak stood regal & tall;
The Matron of Solstice, the Mother of all.
Under her gaze we felt safe & secure.
Her voice was commanding, yet almost demure:
“May the love of this family enrich young & old.”
And from the folds of her cloak showered coins of pure gold.
Le Befana wore a kerchief on her silvery hair;
The veil of the Crone who has secrets to share.
In her eyes gleamed a wisdom only gained by spent youth.
Her voice was a whisper but her words rung with truth:
“May health, glad tidings, and peace fill these rooms.”
And she banished misfortune with a sweep of her broom.
They then left a gift by each sleeping child’s head,
Took a drink of our wassail, and away they sped.
While we watched them fly off through the night sky we laughed,
At the wondrous magick we had found in the Craft
As they departed, the spirits decreed
Merry Yule To You All & May All Blessed Be!
I’ve been pinning a lot to my Christmas/Yule board on Pinterest trying to get myself in the spirit. I know it is still a little early (another week and then some until Thanksgiving) but after everything I’ve been through this past summer and fall I am ready for the magick to embrace me.
Christmas was when I really believed in magick. That’s when I knew that all magick was real because you could not fit all of it into one day, you had to extend it for the entire season. And truthfully it never seemed long enough (at least not when I was a child – ok, I’m still a little bit of a child when it comes to Christmas).
I was lucky because my mother started right after Thanksgiving throughout my childhood as she always believed that the build up to Christmas was better than the aftermath. As far as she was concerned take Christmas down once it was over, though she let it stay up until New Year’s Day for my brother and me.
How I loved the anticipation! The Christmas music, decorations, first snow of the season, how everyone seemed to feel more good-natured, Christmas pageants at school, knowing I would see all my relatives for the holidays and all the wonderful, delicious, incredible food! Wait, I’m thinking with my adult mind – obviously as a child all I cared about was PRESENTS!
The best Christmas gift I ever got was my dollhouse, a real wooden dollhouse that my father built for me. He built two additions for it too and my mother hand-sewed all the wee little curtains, linens and bedding for the beds. It was a most spectacular dollhouse (which I still have in storage), with two children’s rooms, a nursery and an attic playroom. It was a Colonial era dollhouse, like the house I grew up in during my childhood in Connecticut.
I never tired of that dollhouse. My mother even helped me decorate it for Christmas and we hand-wrapped tiny little gifts and she even decorated a dollhouse size Christmas tree with pearl garland and gold beads. I loved to replicate events in the dollhouse according to the season. My little doll family would have a huge Christmas dinner all painstakingly arranged by my little hands an the fancy dining room.
To this day I am a miniature enthusiast, though I mostly collect 1/6th scale minis from Japan. That part of my childhood wonder is with me still.
How lucky I was to have parents who worked so hard to make my dream come true that Christmas and all the holidays of my childhood?
That’s why I look for the magick now, because the magick was made real for me then.
I’m trying to cope with the fact that Thanksgiving is almost here and can barely get my head around that and already the Black Friday ads are coming to my inbox fast and furious. I always have a little to-do at mysticspells.com myself that lasts from Black Friday to Cyber Monday. Unlike some retail outlets however my sales are not starting on Thanksgiving. Actually my sales will be starting RIGHT NOW for my mailing list members! How cool am I?
Here’s the skinny on my Black Friday Deals:
- All spells less than $300 are 25% off the posted prices.
- All spells $300 and up are 50% off the posted prices.
- All readings will be on sale (with posted SALE prices).
- My Yuletide Money Spell will be available at a special low price.
- Payment plans will be available for ALL SPELLS.
- Every purchase between now and Cyber Monday become eligible for the super offering of my YEAR OF FREE SPELLS contest!