Land


For me, the land that I live on is an integral part of my practice and my life.

I celebrate the festivals on it, my home is on it and since I’m a housewife I work on it.

It’s only polite to introduce yourself to the land that you live on when you take up residence there. Even if you’ve only moved to a different part of town, just introduce yourself.

The introduction can be as simple as going outside and saying “hi, I’m X” and giving offerings to it or it can be a full-blown ritual that takes ages. Whatever you feel is necessary.

Defining Spells


I once visited Aberglasny, which is a National Trust property, in order to see it’s thousands year old yews.

What was apparent to me on setting foot on the property is that the place has an unnatural air of calm about it. Reading the history of the property, I learned that the families who inhabited the property never got beyond the third generation before dying out.

Talking later with a friend of mine with a lot more magical experience than myself, we came to the conclusion that a Bishop who originally owned the property had probably “blessed” it so it would have the calm he desired. Of course, he never wanted children, so what started out as a blessing became a curse.

Prayers


As some of you know, I have been flametending for a while now. Despite years of meditation I’m having trouble keeping my mind on Brigit while I flametend.

So I asked on a Facebook group for help and someone suggested praying to Brigit when I light the hob.

Unfortunately I seem to have a block about prayers. I was brought up Christian and I didn’t see the point of saying Grace. I asked why, but was not given an answer other than “that’s what we do”. So when it was my turn to say Grace I gabbled it as fast as I could with no feeling whatsoever behind it, which is not the point of a prayer. My prayers to the Christian God were never answered, even when I needed them the most, so I gave up on prayer a long time ago.

A few years ago there was an incident which illustrated the power of prayer to me. I called my friend Cathy, who is Irish and by accident I dialed one digit wrong. I did not realise this till I had talked to her for a while and the other person on the phone thought I was her Scottish niece Isobel.

However, by that time I had told her that my husband had lost her keys and she said she’d pray for his keys to be found even though she didn’t know me. Later that evening he found his keys, which had dropped into the boot of the car.

I have no idea how to get my head around my block, but think that it’s a necessary thing to do. However, I have said odd prayers to the deities when necessary and they have always been answered.

Imbolc


I missed last Imbolc, as I was in hospital waiting to start labour and give birth to my son, which seems appropriate for the start of Spring.

This time I did my ritual and thanked Brigit for my son, who will be one year old in a couple of days. As he is now mobile I waited until he was asleep and did the ritual in the bathroom, as my current baby monitor’s range will not stretch to the garden, which is something that needs to be remedied.

Afterwards I made my Brigit cross which is currently hanging over the front door and tried to put the old one up into the loft to ward against fire. Unfortunately I could not get the loft ladder down, which is yet another thing to look at soon.

Religion


As a pagan, I think we who live in Britain have it easy.

While religion is not a taboo subject, if it’s mentioned people will move off the subject quickly. On one hand this is a shame as it’s difficult to have a decent discussion about what people believe. On the other hand, we don’t have people shoving their religion down our necks, except for those who proselytise at the door.

This means that I can keep quiet about what I believe until people get to know me and accept me for who I am and not shy away from me because of my religion.

While I have not suffered discrimination myself, I cannot say it does not exist as there were the cases in Orkney and Scarborough in the ‘80’s of pagan children being removed from their families. Only one child was not returned and no restitution made to the families for their distress. I would not admit to social workers that I was pagan.

However, in general we are not in danger of being attacked for our religion unlike other countries in the world.

Permission


Some say that you should ask permission for performing spells. I agree with those who say that it’s not necessary to ask when you are doing curses, but what about other spells?

As in any relationship, I do a quick calculation as to how much trouble I’m going to be in if the recipient finds out I’ve done a spell. So far the answer has always been “it’s not worth it” and I have asked permission.

I have not yet been turned down and when the recipient has said “yes”, I have felt the spell working even before I have done it.

Relationship with Deity


I originally wrote this to answer a friend’s Facebook query, but thought it would make a good post so I’m reproducing it with some slight alterations to make it read better.

It may have been only priest/esses who had a personal relationship with deity, but when paganism was reviving there were no priest/esses. In order for belief to be revived, deities would have to contact people personally, especially as the structure for supporting said priest/esses financially to be priest/esses is no longer there. Also I suspect that deities are adhering to the way things are done in the modern day (deities having a personal interest in people) which didn’t start in the modern Church until the Protestant Reformation, which (in my opinion) did it to stop the Church having so much power over ordinary people.

Unfortunately we get a lot of pagans who represent deity as something that they’re not. In my opinion some of these are people who the deities have tested and failed, although some will be nutters or special snowflakes. Once I was doing a meditation and had Herne the Hunter turn up. It was an Irish sort of meditation so I gave him a hard stare and told him he wasn’t Herne the Hunter. It was Angus Og mucking around and I wonder how many he’s conned who didn’t know better.

For those who are not into deity, I’m telling you a few of my experiences to show you that some people have real experiences with deity and not all of them are nice.

The first was with The Morrigan. I was in serious trouble at work and I prayed for help. A thought instantly came into my head to contact the union, which had just started up at work. I went to the local union rep, who told me to join the union and they’d represent me. I didn’t learn until much later that he shouldn’t have done that, the union rules were that they couldn’t help anyone who was not in the union at the time of trouble and he should have told me he couldn’t represent me and sent me away. Two and a half years later I walked out of there with £7K in redundancy plus shares. My rep later told me that he’d overheard my boss’ boss say “Fiona’s off with stress, let’s get her out of here”.

The second was with Siannon. For fifteen years I rented various properties and in all of them something went wrong with water. I had it all : showers and toilets leaking and in one case the circuit board of the shower went on fire! This started before I became pagan, so I didn’t think about it until my normally very cautious now-husband left the taps on in the bath and flooded our flat and the two below it. I meditated and got Siannon. A while later, she wanted me to do something for her. We were going away for a day and staying overnight, so I said I’d do it soon. The hotel we were staying was 300 years old and was fine when we went to bed that night. The next morning we woke up to no cold water. This was just us. We were transferred to another room which had enough cold water so we could wash etc and then it ran out. The poor manager was having kittens in case the kitchen was affected (it had happened once before) but we were the only ones affected. Nowadays, when Siannon says “jump” I ask “how high”.

The latest was with Brigit. She asked me to follow her and I wasn’t keen, but I said that if she gave me a child I would do so. At that time we had tried for two years with one miscarriage and had been trying for a further two years after that. I was forty-two years old and had been refused IVF because of age and being too fat. She gave me a son and now I follow her. I’m still not keen, but I have to uphold my end of the bargain.

Not Doing Things


I’m having one of those times when things are slowing down.

This is mainly because I’ve been ill and if you meditate when ill it’s more difficult to meditate, plus the illness and any medicines (drugs or herbal) affect the meditation, skewing everything around.

I’ve also had trouble reading my daily horoscope, as the net connection has been misbehaving and also our local transmitter for our mobile company seems to be on the blink yet again.

I find these times annoying, especially the meditating as I feel so out of touch with my deities, but I have to remind myself that things will get back to normal soon and deal with it.

Samhain


This was the first year in a long time I have not carved turnips for Samhain. I did not get organised in time and as I have a baby son I would have needed LED tealights, which I couldn’t buy in time.

In the morning I did my Samhain ritual and finished writing the ritual to introduce our son to the ancestors. It was appropriate that he is nine months old this Samhain.

I watched the film Ghost. A lot of people watch horror films at Samhain; I don’t like horror movies as I am easily scared but I thought this film was appropriate.

Afterwards I went to a party in the afternoon and we went out for a meal as my husband had just finished an exam.

Then we introduced our son to the ancestors. We first consecrated a candle using his touch, spit and breath. This candle will be put away and used for any rituals involving him. Then we said a short piece telling the ancestors about his names and lastly we asked them to help us bring him up.

Quatrains


I have been writing quatrains for a while and until now I have not used rhyming sites or thesauri, reasoning that it was better for me to do things the hard way and work out rhymes myself and thus build my skill in doing so.

Unfortunately it results in spells that stink. Oh, they work all right, but the words only just fit into the meaning I want and the rhymes can be a bit convoluted.

While it is not necessary to write beautiful, flowing poetry in order to perform a successful spell, I would prefer that my words were more than one jump up from making sense. So I have resorted to using rhyme and thesaurus sites.

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