Lady Tille the Bee and Braucherei by Silver RavenWolf #Braucherei

Blau Stern Schwarz Schlonge:

Sometimes the most powerful magicke is done sitting in a rocking chair just formulating it in one’s mind, which is very Buddhist. Ritual and spells and chants take a back seat to a Witch/Magickian concentrating their Will either singularly or with others with or without a circle or evocation because we know how to Invoke the God/ess and to channel her/his energies for healing. All ov our “bending” is done naturally, just being what we are, human beings who happen to be Witches, just sitting on our rockers in Dullsburg at the third quarter of the Moon. Yes ultimately re her allergy to bees n her not having an epipen readily available is not good, but u all filled in the blanks in time n space to help her in Malkuth and in Tiphareth especially. This is why we r Witches – To Heal w Powwow n Witchcraft n Shamanism n whatever system’s tool we have at our collective at hand. BB. L/S

Originally posted on Silver RavenWolf:

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Braucherei magick often focuses on healing common injuries, such as the sting of a bee. You might not think such a practice is necessary now that we have modern science. Yeah? Read on.

Lady Tillie the Bee and Braucherei
by Silver RavenWolf

I often think about the mindset of the German people that practiced Braucherei on a daily basis.  Hardworking.  Practical.  A focus on agriculture, animal husbandry, and the family.  Even the Amish permitted flowers around the property, indicating that since plants were a gift from spirit — they could be celebrated and admired.  One’s property should be well tended — as what shows without indicates what is within.

In Braucherei, protection and healing were mainstays of magick.  What seems silly to us now as far as medicinal work, could kill you if untended back then.  Like a bee sting.  Today, we have Epi Pens and Benadryl, and bracelets to…

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A Day in a Life of an Appalachian Witch in Pics and Rambling Thoughts Early September 2014

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I’m not going to ramble much right now as the main Pastor of the German Lutheran Church in the Burg is coming for a visit, yes a visit to moi, a confessed Witch. He is very tolerant, has no hidden agenda, and is a great person to have deep intellectual theological metaphysical philosophical discussions with.

So, just a few pics from this week that has almost nothing to do with the COC and i really should have put this on the BSSS blog which i will reblog it to. But sometimes i slip over to something more personal here where “da priest” steps outside his formal role and is just “me”.

BTW Jason, Ryan and Amanda who i did the conference call with yesterday regarding your proposal to use me and some other active coven members for a TV series on a year in the life of a witch, and i know you all are exploring my blogs and booklet now – I hope this post won’t be too far out as i am what i am. I am a formal HPT but i am also a human being with many facets, like Everyone  has, even the Pastor arriving shortly. He knows as do i we can both take off our robes and cassocks (figuratively lol) and let our hair down (tho neither of us has much hair lol). It will be a good visit as i get  very lonely here with very few visitors of late.

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No i am not a NZ but my Tattoo artist has some obscure war memorabilia like this officers sword given him by his grandfather and yes it is politically incorrect in the taking of it and in the display of it but it is a work of art both aesthetically and as a weapon.

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Now i look “like one of those types” lol. I have not ridden on the back of a motorcycle since i was a teenager, and a friend brought over one of his many Harleys to give me a ride on these country roads. I Loved it. I may get one someday to save on gas money and know how dangerous they are from having worked in the ER for 7 years. But i Always wear a helmet and full leather. The helmet, shown in detail below,, is Tony BST’s first one which he decorated with the spike and his three sons who also bike decorated with the stickers. Way cool in my opinion. The leather i got for cheap at the Good Will believe it or not.

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Some manipulated not too revealing of my mannikin like Doc Santee has his Galatea mannikin based on the story of the artist who made a statue called Galatea which he loved so much it came alive. Well, such things are possible and those of you with some Solomonic Magicke experience know how easy it is to animate an egregore, or for one to manifest itself if the Magickian is not too careful. The whole working is “interesting” and also “dangerous” but that never stopped me, though i am not a fool. I do at times tend to “tread where angels fear of falling” aka the Nephilim who taught us Witchcraft according to out Trad.

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Speaking of the Nephilim any of my true followers remember my previous posts on Samael (if not just type his name into the search bar for posts containing that name). Something very strange happened just before the German Lutheran Pastor arrived and i showed him the Hex House. I had a broken octagonal mirror mounted securely at a stable angle with a nail in front of the base in the open northern window, you know, like the dreaded always sealed up northern doors of Medieval churches. Now, how could a mirror literally jump out of such secure placing, with no wind, with a nail still intact there, and fall face up not face down, like it was literally picked up and thrown down? My theory is the power of the Christian “Priest” finally broke the long spell of Samael meddling in my workings over there, just my theory.I cleaned it up last night and took these manipulated pics before hand to see if there was a pattern. BTW the thing that looks like an alien face is just a piece of round iron in a triangular iron tripod with the base of a dragon ashtray making that image, nothing mystical there. The images are manipulated such that even the totally washed away circle is visible, which is invisible in daylight. When i cleaned up the broken glass i recovered one perfect triangle and 9 perfect sharp curved fang shaped pieces. Right afterwards i hear the loud chilling howl of one of my black panthers again out across the creek. Maybe Samael has taken on the form of a “lion prowling the world” like the Bible says….

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And two days ago under cover of darkness i did something radical with gasoline and thus fire – the sidewalk at the black cabin is So overgrown with small roots and plants, and i have tried to hack it away, so the ole Boy Scout in me just poured gasoline on the 10 meter path and lit her up. Of course i had a water hose in hand and had soaked down the grass and weeds and trees on either side. But it made for some interesting pictures and excited the “closet pyromaniac” (legal fires, not illegal ones of course) in me LOL.

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And thus the strange life and pictures Copyright GLHoke 2014 of an Appalachian Witch….

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The Pastor arrived with a rumble of a 4.3 liter V-8 engine i thought was a Harley and turned out to be an older but pristine Mustang muscle car, silver, racing wheels, over 200,000 miles on it. His alter or rather altar ego? And he was to celebrate his 30th wedding anniversary that night. He also helped me do some physical labour that took two people. And in the end after the mega tour of every temple room and every house and the beautiful land on a beautiful day he said “this land is Holy” and i said “to a Witch All Land and all the Earth is Holy” and he agreed. I think maybe there is a little bit of pagan in him when i had him in the woods, and the Native Spirits liked him.

Raining today, which we need badly, then off to the Central PA Rock and Mineral Show at the Zembo Mosque Masonic Lodge which i have attended every year but one (when i was ill with this Meige) for the last 30+ years. I have no $ to spend but enjoy the rock and crystals and especially picking the brains of the “rock hounds” there.

Oh, and to throw something more into this Louisiana gumbo here is a link that will keep you busy this weekend, tons of downloadable PDFs of various magickal documents that a friend sent me. http://www.oldways.org/occult.html

Enjoy!

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A Day in a Life of a PA Witch17 September 2014 – A Visit to Lady Phoebe’s Grave and Big Surprise (LOL) She’s Not Here!

Last weekend i drove up to the Covenstead area about 80 miles away at 2am with no sleep to try to help my Friend and HPS Lady EWH with her mum now mostly bedridden 24 hour care from the company she also works for. I offered various services like painting skills etc but all too soon circumstances flicked in a bipolar way and soon our ways were parted. Blessings to her and her mum in these times of trial.

Anyway, here are some pics from my last few days here and there. Enjoy…..

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200+ Native American artifacts found by my grandpa found decades after they were hidden in my late dad’s garage including many shaman’s clear quartz and even rose quartz arrowheads, red jasper, yellow chalcedony, grey flint, lots of old limestone and even a couple pieces my books (to be confirmed by my local archeologist in two weeks) say are from 2000-5000 bce.

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Where i live, new and old maps

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 Don’t try this at home witch novices – tincture of deadly nightshade aka belladonna – eating 4 black berries would cause certain fairly fast but painful dead from atrial tachycardia and thus anoxia to the brain. Why do i make these many witch friends ask? Not to kill anyone, just to learn how to forumulate various herbal preparations. And such a nice purple, like the colour of the skin of the asphyxiated newly dead….. everyone Relax.

I had some selfies showing my leg tattoos of the benign and malevolent Naginis, but they showed too much of something else, so since they were such bad pics anyway i just deleted them here so as to not offend anyone.

Onwards to the graveyard where the body of Lady Phoebe Athene Nimue lies, but not her Spirit.

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Lady Phoebe Athena Nimue’s body’s final resting place. She is not here rotting.

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Janee’s grandparents

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 A new blogger friend Dver with multiple sites so see previous reblog to link to her, the warrior, used without her permission but i think she will say yes ok. an amazing witch / pagan / oh so much more. thank you for our long phone conversations…..

Ritual Etiquette

Blau Stern Schwarz Schlonge:

After leading rituals in the COC and attending others rituals whether formal or informal to the point of being more properly called a party rather than a ritual, I agree with Everything Rik wrote here, which is why i am reblogging it to the COC blog. My comments are below. Blessed Be.

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434da4168885699dfd73a7d177b0182dAs far as rituals go, I will admit that I am stricter than most and strongly prefer formal, traditional rituals as opposed to those that are more casual and relaxed. However, not all groups work the same way and I adapt whenever I need to. Over the years I have led and attended countless rituals, and there are a number of things I think need to be addressed. Depending on the structure of your coven or magickal group, whether it is casual or formal, some of these may or may not apply. These are just my own observations, you may choose to agree or disagree…

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As much as I prefer the traditional robes, the hooded cloaks, the ceremony and pageantry of formal ritual, there are many groups who are more casual with their requirements in ritual attire. What you wear to a ritual will depend on a number…

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Reliquary for the Mighty Dead – from the Manx Wytch Blog

Originally posted on Blau Stern Schwarz Schlonge:

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Santa Le Lazaro Muerte and Santa Sima La Muerte – dedicated to JJ

Since i already reblogged this to COC and cannot reblog it again here is the link http://covenofthecatta.wordpress.com/2014/09/03/reliquary-for-the-mighty-dead/

which is reblogged from the original site https://manxwytch.wordpress.com/2014/03/28/reliquary-for-the-mighty-dead/#comment-1733

And here are my original comments –

Very relevant as we approach slowly the Feast Day Sabat of All Hallows Eve, All Souls Day and All Saints Day. Funny, but i bought a small tree today 50% off and it is a cypress. Being a practitioner and initiate of various Vajrayana systems i am blessed with being the temporary caretaker of three Kapalas and one Kangling which are only used in our Witchcraft at All Hallows. I push the edge of bloodless Vodoun by working with Exu and Pomba Gira some Palo Lwa. Thank you for this post which i will reblog…

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Making a Besom

Blau Stern Schwarz Schlonge:

A very good article i will reblog to the COC and the BSSS blogs. I make my own besoms as instructed by my late teacher. Our besom is shoulder (though some go head high), the bark left on if oak like mine or stripped for other trees. The end is carved phallic and of course that is the end you hide with the broom part. My elder HPS lays her across the doorway for clients for readings Have to walk over, which stops negativity from entering or blocks them completely. A besom hung horizontally over the door does the same like a Damocles sword. Of course the stang is the Y shaped yoni female version of the besom. My teacher also taught me to point the bottom end as originally they were used as walking sticks and weapons going to Sabat at night in the woods to protect again wild dogs and other animals, like people. Some of the older besoms from our covenstead, which were left behind the altar when a witch had passed to remember and honour them, were of river birch or beech with a thin bark and they had carved into them in Theban or English the Coven of the Catta and their witch name. I have two of these and Lady Alsace has another one. I also have one Dutch Jeff cut from Doc Santee’s rowan he had planted between his house / doctor’s office and the bookhouse / library / covenstead with temple in the back. That tree is now gone and the bookhouse being tossed into a dumster so i am glad to have recovered some objects with permission of the present owner who is “scared of that witch stuff”. I told him to read my book. I know i ramble on here, and have posts on the besom at my blogs, but i also try not to kill a tree but cut a branch or Y piece, and leave offers of coppers and often some of my blood when hand hacking it with my bolline or a tool the bolline’s energy is transferred to like a bigger saw, but not a chain saw, LOL. We also cut them Beltane to Lammas when the sap is up then let them dry all summer then have them ready for All Hallows. Blessings on yr new besom!

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IMG_4913Witchcraft isn’t something one does, it’s something one is…Magic becomes such an integral part of one’s life; it effortlessly and seamlessly weaves into the everyday and pretty soon the boundary between sacred and mundane vanishes (a good indication that you’re doing something right!). If we look to our forebears for guidance we quickly see that an everyday functional form of magic was pretty much the form! Sure there were grimoires, the common assumption that most old time Witches were illiterate has been widely discredited and I’m sure more fancy magic was occasionally employed. For the most part however you made do with what was at your fingertips, flamboyant tools weren’t affordable and quite frankly I doubt that they got anywhere near as sentimentally attached to ‘stuff’ as we might today. Our ancestors were indeed practical but they were also cautious and ‘every day’ objects were a good means to hide…

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The Nights the Big Black Panther and her Cub Came a Calling

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Here in the central Appalachians the PA Game Commission will deny over and over again that there are cougars aka mountain lions aka black panthers roaming over large areas of deep forest and even down where humans habitate. But i have heard stories that are first hand of their sightings, and seen game cam photos, seen their skull skeletons, heard them with my own ears and seen them with my own eyes. We also have bobcats and even my mum, who lives in the suburbs but very near a wooded area and creek, saw one enter her yard and get into a fight with one of her cats. It had all the classic signs of dark tufts on its ears, the size of a dog, and the snub tail, and a wild howl. She chased it away with a broom! You Go Mom! LOL And these sightings of cougars and bobcats are not “urban (rural) myths” but sightings by trained hunters and hikers who know what they are hearing and seeing. All these animals in physical or totem shamanic form existed for millennia in the mythologies of The People.

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Bobcat chasing Pheasant mount at local Amish/Mennonite store

A couple years ago at dusk i was sitting out back and there across the run, approximately 10 meters away, i distinctly saw a large tan cat about 1.5 meters long with a long tail ending in a black stripe. It was visible and its size judge-able against the fallen tree it walked in front of. It appears from behind the wild rose bush where the dry run is that fills with water when it rains hard. If quickly moves right to left out into the woods again. I only saw it for maybe 5 seconds and it did not notice me, or at least did not look in my direction. No one believed me except my neighbor who is a skilled bow hunter and part time taxidermist (oh and BTW he has a mounted bobcat in his work room). It was definitely a cougar or mountain lion. Now here in North America they are basically the same cat from tan to brown to black. Up here we call them cougars. Out west in the mountains and even here in the mountains they are called mountain lions. Down south they are often black and called panthers. In the SW they are called pumas. Down in South America their genus is i think a little different and they are called jaguars and are spotted or black. BTW my high schools mascot was the black panther, so, where did the get that mascot???

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Bobcat skull Lady Luna found rolled down the mountain, probably the rest of the bones up hill, Copyright V.Latta 2013

So, on the night of 2 August 2014 at approximately 2200 hours i was sitting in my living room watching a video on the ancient peoples of Europe, two rooms away from the back of my house, with the windows just cracked open a bit. I distinctly heard a loud large cat howl out back across the run. It was piercing and chilling. My cats jumped up from sofa and floor and ran to various windows to look outside. I went to the kitchen and turned on the back flood lights and armed myself with a strong flashlight to check it out. Was it two large tomcats getting into a fight or a mating? Well there are no toms around, just one stray small black and grey striped cat who is quiet and runs when i go out. So i sneak out behind my swing which has a canopy and a large tulip poplar tree and what do i see and feel? Over across the stream, about 10 meters away, is a black spot where the wild rose bush is, where the dry spring bed feeds into the run, and there are two large eyes looking at me. I estimated from the distance and other reference points that it was a large cat standing on its haunches with its eyes at around a meter plus high. It just stared. All of a sudden felt not fear but rather felt like i was food or prey. I knew in four bounds down the bank, across the run, up the bank, then to me would take about 3-4 seconds. So i wisely returned to my house behind a steel door. I am very curious and bold with large animals like bears, but i am not stupid. Why do i think the cat was black? Because my flashlight lit up the ground and trees and its eyes, but where its body was it reflected back only black and the yellow eyes.

The next nigh i hear a not as loud cat howl again, once again at 2230 hours, that could have been a large tom cat. Once again i turn on the lights, grab my torch, and over on my neighbor’s foot bridge i can see two huge yellow eyes looking at me, then to the right where the previous cat was and probably is now, then blinking, then at me again, then it turns away and disappears. In my torch i could see the brown wood of the bridge in front and in back of it but no body because once again it was black, and this time i felt no fear nor like prey the previous night. At first i thought because the eyes were less than a meter high and the howl was different it may be a bobcat, but that would be near nigh impossible to see/hear a panther and a bobcat on consecutive nights.

So, my theory, after talking with someone who knows these cats, is that the first night i met the mother black panther. My friend said they will howl near a house to draw out and then chase down any domestic dog or cat or other ‘pet” that makes their appearance known by barking or any aggressive behaviour or by running, then the chase is on since these cats love to run down prey like deer and especially fawns. I think she was testing my cats, whose scat she had smelled out there under the hemlocks where they like to go. I think she and her half grown progeny were just prowling this part of the woods checking it out for food or danger, good lessons for momma to teach baby.  I think the second night her son or daughter came out of the shadows to sing its song, and i have been told a female will keep a cub for up to 5 years, making sure it is trained and wise enough and grown enough to be independent, before she goes into estrus to have another small litter. I think this is what i heard and saw, a female black panther and her cub. I have heard them before in the week and a half previously, but the sounds could be something else like an owl taking a rabbit etc.

I could be wrong, but all indications point to the fact that i am right, and others i know independently confirm this story. Lets just say as the days get shorter and dusk happens now around 2030 hours i find myself less and less back in those woods at the black cabin. And if i am i am armed and make lots of noise like chanting AmerIndian chants and such. I also wear a bell and a whistle like hikers in bear infested territories do. As i said earlier i am pretty bold and fearless but i am not a stupid fool. And one can read Many stories of joggers out west in new developments pushing into the cat’s territories being run down and killed my such large cats.

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Two mountain Lions mounted at the local Amish/Mennonite Store

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Close up of one of these mountain lions about 2.5 meters nose to butt

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This game cam caught this cougar about ready to take down a deer, just a few miles from where i live. Photo source unknown but shown to me by the lady at the drug store when we were talking about my bear this spring.

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This is what the eyes of the black panther and her older cub looked, demonstrated by a pic of my older cat Shadow being caught in the flash of my camera, my own little demon cat LOL. Photo Copyright GLHoke 2014.

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What do you expect regarding the psychic, ethereal and physical facts that two large black cats in the form of a black panther, rare in these here parts, appears to me twice two days in a row? I AM the Elder High Priest of the Coven of the Catta. In the black cabin and the area around it i have the bones of many animals. Of late i have invited the Indian spirits down from the mountains, and they Do come. And i have invited all living creatures to feel comfortable on my property as i will not hunt or harm them. So, they come.  I have been told by Lady Alsace Isa Brie that one of my totems is the black panther. In the magickal world this is not strange or even disturbing, just an evocation of what one projected. It is what it is. The facts are the facts. It means to me what it means to me and no one else in my own personal UPG and i make of it and react and do magicke from it. We are All Blessed when the animals, animal spirits, and native indigenous people contact us in spirit and in physical reality. I don’t write about such things much, especially on this blog, but thought it worthy of a post so So many bloggers i follow and who follow me do the same shamanic thing. Blessings. SMSBFZ 3* COC.

The Ordeal

Blau Stern Schwarz Schlonge:

Well i am Finally trying to catch up on everyone’s blog here. Re Initiations yea a lot of people have read a lot of initiation rituals in books before their initiation. For some it is good and for some it takes away the surprises. I have an old copy of Francis King’s “Secret Rituals of the OTO” that lists All the initiations completely even up to the highest 11th* though that is in coded language like “per vas neferum” etc, ouch. When i was first in the Caliphate OTO, though i secretly practiced the Typhonian system, the COTO wanted me to hand in King’s book and i was like Charleston Heston “you can pry it for my cold Illuminati hands” LOL. Nowadays Everyone know the Ordeals so no surprise, But, in the year and a day i learn what the Apprentice fears and My Ordeals are based on that, he he he bad me. But if someone is totally ignorant of the traditional Ordeals of the blade to the heart, poison cup and, oh dear now i am giving them away, bad me, then i will do the traditional ones on them until their third which is years along and i Really know what they Really fear, bad bad bad HPT. Great post and reblogging to COC so TY Lauren. Lee / SMSBFZ

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This was originally posted on Witches and Pagans on July 27, 2013.

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and all the moons you can swallow”
~Tea With Witches, Kate Chadbourne

Right before I left for Sirius Rising, I came across one of Star Foster’s blogs about her experience with her own initiation, Considering Consent: Initiation, Baptism, and Other Religious Milestones. This blog left me with a lot to chew over, since my own initiation was nothing like Star’s experience and I was preparing to assist in elevating two of my students.

In the blog Star says, “I told my initiator afterwards that had I had an understanding of what the ritual would entail, I would never have requested an initiation. I would have remained a ‘friend of the house.’ To be perfectly honest, had I been given a paper copy of the ritual to peruse…

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Magical Mundanity

Originally posted on A Practical Owl in a Wiccan World:

This was originally posted on Witches and Pagans January 6th, 2014.

Willow: But, there’s also other stuff that we might show an interest in, as a Wicca group.

Wanna Blessed Be #1: Like what?

Willow: Well, there’s the wacky notion of spells. You know, conjuring, transmutation.

Wanna Blessed Be #2: Oh yeah. Then we could all get on our broomsticks and fly around on our broomsticks.

Willow from “Hush,” Buffy the Vampire Slayer


We have a joke in my household. My partner can make the mundane magical and I always manage to make the magical mundane. But that’s just the way I am and honestly, I think I have the better end of the deal.

I am not what most people have in mind when they think of a stereotypical Pagan woman. I don’t wander around discussing the position of the stars in the sky or what astrological sign we’re…

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How this Witch Magister celebrated a Late Lammas and Full Moon with a Hillbilly Wise Man Playing Guitar and a New Wise Friend who brought her Bloodstone Skull and Herkimer Diamonds and Blue Kyanite whilst the Witch and the HIllbilly Drank Absinthe sitting along the River on 11 August 2014

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I continue the long title above. The Coven of the Catta planned on Lady EWH and Lady AIB to come down for ritual at the new Covenstead here in der Schwartz Haus outside at the new an-iconic altar back in the swamp at the base of the mountain. But d/t the former having to stay home taking care of her mum just out of hospital and the latter not able to drive this far, it was cancelled.

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So, i planned on just doing the ritual myself with everyone else doing the same in their own temples inside or outside.

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But, i got a call from a new wise friend who is battle recurrent cancer valiantly and with the fierceness of a tigress and the “let it flow” style of a Taoist.

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So, i drove up to the wise hillbillies business porch along the river where he was burning wood and we just stared into the fire as humans have done for a couple million years. Then the wise lady arrived bearing gifts of a small blue green cracked ceramic bowl decorated with the symbol of the triple goddess with cats prancing around it, a BOS of her daughters, and a hand made leaf blank book from Indonesia. My gifts in return were a pennyweight digital scale she did not have, a black scarf decorated with skulls, and its too late at night and i am too tired to remember and list the rest. Just objects traded shamaness to shaman and visa versa.

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We moved to the porch and the wise man got out his guitar to play and i made of words to a song honouring the moon as she slowly rose over the mountain to the east. She showed lots of pics on her smart phone and some of which i answered in great detail but as the absinthe flowed and we all got more tired, all having had a loooonnnggg day i later just said “just go to the BSSS blog and do a search for such and such subject. She bore show and tells of a Large bloodstone skull and other things precious to her. I bore show and tells of all my crystal, AmerIndian, glass and Malachite skulls.We were both blown away.

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Wise hillbilly construction worker by day and on the side a “horse trader”, as i too have become, got used to and then addicted to the Absinthe since he was out of Captain Black Rum. Some “smoke” passed from “i use it for the symptoms from the chemo” lady to “i use it for my dystonia” man since i am in barbiturate withdraw, getting better day by day, abandoning allopathic medicine and going back to massage, prayers and blessings from my witches and even my xian sister, the “nike” attitude, and that special smoke medicine, which all work much better……

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Lubricated and relaxed we saw the moon rising thru the trees, and it looked at one moment like a skull. A Huge Great Horned Owl flow by. We talked about Sasquatch. We joked and laughed from out work play, because wise man and witch man are exact opposites and wise woman made the perfect triangle of oh so different but oh so much the same human beings, because, just because…..

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Earlier using the back of my Jeep as an Altar i did a Major healing ritual on wise woman, using Witchcraft, Vodoun, Hoodoo and Tibetan Shamanic methods, and more. Blessed objects were used to keep the demon cancer away and now once i do the dishes i will cleanse all in salt and in water and put them out in the moonlight.

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We parted company an hour ago and went out separate ways. I smoked a Cuban Cigar i found in my late Dad’s stuff yesterday. I got home safe, not drunk, smoke used up, no cops, not one car seem on this late Sunday night into Monday am.

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I am only writing maybe 10 percent of our exchange of our own very different Wisdoms. It was a good day buying selling trading and i have money now and lots of weird stuff. So, late Lammas and Full Moon done on a porch along the river and the altar the back of a Jeep with a wise man friend of 3 months and a wise woman known only twice now. Neither of them are witches but may be someday….

10 August (12)

Witches make due. There is no time or space. Life is strange. Go with the flow. Temet Nosce and Honi Soit Qui Mal y Pence. Blessed Lammas and Full Moon to the followers of this Coven of the Catta blog!

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