So Mote It Be.
So Mote It Be.
Ancestors represents the ongoing influence and remarkable contributions those who came before us have made to our state of being. Ancestors also reminds us that sometimes old wisdom is the best wisdom–especially when events are moving in ways we do not understand. Ancestors can bring comfort to a shaken spirit. It is a card of warmth in the sense that it reminds us that the spirit of past generations remains with us and can be called upon for guidance at any time.
As a daily card, Ancestors suggests that you may be well served to by exploring your family tree to find solutions to current dilemmas. When searching for solutions to conflicts in your life, you might do well by asking yourself what a grandparent or great grandparent would do in your current situation.
THE ABC’S OF A WICCAN LIFE
by Victoria Marty
Accept others as they are. We are all individuals.
Belief in yourself is a necessity.
Concentration is important in any endeavor, both magickal and in life.
Do what you will, so long as it harms none.
Empathy is an important life skill… learn it, practice it.
Find strength in yourself, your friends, your world and your actions.
God is multifaceted… the Lord and Lady, all deities take many names and faces.
Help others every chance you get.
Intelligence is something that cannot be judged on surface.
Judge not… what you send out comes back to you!
Karma loves to slap you in the face. Watch out for it.
Learning is something that should never stop happening!
Magick is a wonderful gift- but it is not everything.
Nature is precious. Appreciate and protect it.
Over the course of time your soul learns many lessons. Make this life count!
Quietness both physically and mentally restores the soul; meditate often.
Remember to take time for yourself as well as others.
Spells can help you, but you must also help yourself!
Tools can only do so much… they are not the foundation of all.
Unless you enjoy worrying, keep a positive mindset!
Visualize the success of your goals before you set out to achieve them.
Wisdom can often be found in the least expected places!
Xenophobia (a hatred of those different from you) is a path to misery.
You are a beautiful person who is capable of anything!
Zapping away all of your troubles is not going to happen
The Magick of Life
Have you ever taken a moment to notice the magick of life?
While walking along a country road, the reeds off to the side begin to waver to and fro. Is there a Sylph at play? Or is it Father Time heaving a sigh as he passes through?
Have you ever had the pleasure of listening to an old bullfrog bellowing out the blues? A grand old song of love lost and of love yet to be realized. An adage of life presented by way of the lyrics of nature in a symphonic way.
Have you watched as a caterpillar goes wafting along a rough barked tree? She is a beautiful metamorphous in motion, a budding mystery waiting to transform into a colorful and majestic form. From earth to sky, a wonderful delight forever touching our souls. The magick of life in a brief expanse of titillating color.
Have you ever noticed mother spider silently gazing over her web of silken strands. A superb artisan as she quietly guards the doorway to a special realm. Hers is an ancient lesson in patience. Sitting off to the side as a master shaman stealthily traverses from this realm to that using the glistening web as a mystic gateway into orbs of awareness floating about just beyond our senses.
Have you listened to the crescendo of a community of crickets as they sing in unison? First softly then loudly, then softly again, never missing a beat. An exercise in harmony, an everlasting bond of harmony. An awareness of their surroundings woven into the tapestry of their opera.
Such is the magick of life.
Have you ever noticed tiny dewdrops glistening like little diamonds clinging to the tall green blades of grass? An Undine child in the making perhaps as Father Sun draws them up into his warm embrace. Or perhaps a treasure forever in the making and yet never to be harvested.
Have you ever watched as a solitary leaf floats lazily out of the sky? Going this way and that and yet with a sure purpose. Directed by the currents of the breeze, much like life that is influenced by the changing winds of society. And yet a steady yet unseen goal looms before it.
Have you ever watched as a mother bird feeds her young? A bond of love stronger then steel and yet undetected by the human eye. The continuation of life, a magick ever so strong. For love can lead to birth as well as to death.
And so the wheel turns.
Have you ever watched as a black snake silently slithers across a path? A symbol of evil to some and yet seldom seen. Misunderstandings leading to fear, spiraling about in the darkness of ignorance. And yet knowledge will bring you back to the depths of understanding. And such awareness leads to tranquility and peace.
For such is the magick of life.
Have you ever watched a busy colony of ants? Oh the magick that resides within. A common purpose and involvement by all. No obstacle too great. No task too small. Surely lessons here to be learned by those who seek out such mysteries.
For the magick of life offers lessons not to be seen nor heard but to be felt and absorbed when we open up our hearts. Some teach that humans tower above nature. But as pagans it’s our way to be as one with life. For nature is life and the magick that she offers transcends all such misguided beliefs.
Have you noticed?
Deep within the forest, mother bruin lies within the embrace of hibernation, new life forming within her womb. An ancient ritual practiced through the ages. Have you ever wondered about her dreams as she sleeps through the frigid months of winter?
Now that is the magick of life.
Have you ever stood at the waters edge and watched as a mighty fish comes bursting through the surface of its watery domain? Perhaps it is carrying a message of truth and wisdom from He who resides in the murky depths.
Awaken witch, to the wonders of this realm. Listen to all that your ancestors knew to be true. Perhaps it is telling you to shake off the detritus of the mind and to feel with your heart that which is your destiny to experience as a pagan.
Far too long such knowledge has been suppressed by man; let nature be your ears and eyes.
Have you ever listened to the lone cry of a coyote during the moon lit night? A primal reaction to an awareness that has always been and will always be. Shaman quietly smiles in acknowledgement as his brother bids him welcome.
Such, my friend, is the magick of life.
Have you ever come upon the empty shell of a cicada clinging silently to a tree?
It would appear that death in place of life is in evidence; however a metamorphism onto a greater reality is the result of such an event. For death is the balance that creates life, one without the other is an energy, which has not come full circle, a partial reaction to what must be in order to be complete.
Have you ever sat amidst a field on the edge of dusk as an owl goes gliding quietly by? Some would say a witch in flight. Striking fear into its potential prey as it wings by on its deadly mission. And yet even fear has its place in the magick of life.
As pagans of whatever path, we too have something to contribute to the cacophony of magick that swirls all about us like a silent mist contained within the fog of reason.
Freeing our minds from the shackles of fears and insecurities that such knowledge brings to those who are not of pure heart is a step forwards towards such a contribution.
Acknowledging that such wisdom is within our ability to accept is a gift of awareness and acceptance that has been sorely lacking by so many of our species.
Throw off the blinders of prejudice and ignorance and allow yourself to be a student of life.
For the path of the pagan is truly the magick of life.
Poor Rabbit! No other animal is so associated with fear than Rabbit—that nervous little bunny who hops and leaps at every little sound. Rabbit has come to you today to ask you to have the courage to face whatever difficulties you’re having instead of running away to a safe burrow. Face your fears, examine your old “fight or flight” patterns, and determine once and for all to stop hiding away.
Successful magick hinges solely on the belief of those people setting it into motion. If they believe in their abilities to affect the change they want, they can visualize it happening. That
ability to watch it unfold in their minds’ eye give them the impetus necessary to believe that the desired result will take place. And once that belief is in place, the magick takes flight, soars through the Cosmos, charts a direct path to its target and–WHAM!–the intended desire manifests on the physical plane and becomes absolute reality. Magick truly is a matter of “…seeing is believing…”
That said, the end result has nothing to at all to do with recipient’s mindset. It doesn’t matter whether he or she believes in its power. It doesn’t matter whether he or she thinks the whole thing is a load of crap. Once loosed, the magick is going to hit its target. It is going to affect change.
And there’s not one damned thing the party on the receiving end can do about it.True enough, there’s something to be said for throwing up a shield to deflect the effort. But since I ‘ve never known a practitioner to give anybody a head’s up that magick is aimed in their direction–something they’d have to know in order to shield–that’s probably a moot point. And if they’re smart enough to have automatic shields in place? Well…the best they can hope for is to revise the effect somewhat and perhaps weakens its impace. Even the best of shields are not going to completely obliterate a spell already in progress. That’s why we call it “magick.”
This is especially true of curses, hexes and other unsavory forms of magick. It’s not that their actual ingredients are more powerful, though. It has, instead, to do with the emotion that fuels them: the raw, untamed emotion that goes way beyond peel-me-off-the-ceiling anger and can only be termed as livid pissed. And livid pissed is exactly what we are by the time we get around to even considering such things.
The old adage of adding fuel to the fire doesn’t even begin to cover it when fueling magick with this sort of emotion. In fact, it’s more like adding a hefty does of jet fuel to a hearth fire. There’s going to be more than a minor flare up. There’s going to be an explosion to end all explosions. And anyone who think that a simple shield is going to deflect that sort of energy definitely has another thing coming.
There’s more. Just as any sort of explosion leaves a residue, so does this kind of energy. However,the residue left by a curse or hex is much more difficult to remove than that of its physical counterpart. Undetected it flies like silt into emotional nooks and crannies, creeps into areas of the subconscious and just generally messes with the recipient’s mind. This makes the results not only life changing but long-lasting. And more than likely, that’s the real reason this sort of magick wound up with the reputation for being stronger than any other.
Excerpt from:Utterly Wicked Curses, Hexes and Other Unsavory Notions Dorothy Morrison
SPELL TO MAKE A LOVED ONE RETURN(HooDoo Magick)
Go to the place where the lost lover is staying, and bury a black cat bone under his or her window, so it will be able to work its influence over them. Return home, and make a small paper with your lover’s name written 9 times in red ink. Burn a red candle on the paper, 3 times a day at 6 AM, 12 noon, and 6 PM until the person returns.