Approaching Deities in Meditation

When I first met deities in meditation I approached them with awe. I quickly found out that my deities do not like this and if they are testing you (which they have done to me, usually around the time that they first meet me) then that puts you at a severe disadvantage, as it is difficult to summon up the courage needed to pass the tests.

I have found that the best way to speak to deities is to be polite and friendly at all times. When they have asked me to do something I have always said yes, but I have made my own terms. I currently have things that two of my deities want me to do, but I have bargained with them that I will do it by the end of this current year and not now like they want me to. I have never yet refused a request from a deity.

As to any tests they give you : all I will reveal is that these are tests of wit and knowledge. I have to be on my toes when talking to a lot of deities as they may throw something into the conversation just to test me, or sometimes a trickster deity will show up and pretend to be someone else. It’s my opinion that these tests are to see if I really do follow Irish deities and am not just playing at it. Most of these tests I have passed, but I have failed an occasional one.

Meeting Deities in Meditation

When meeting a deity in meditation, the first thing to do is to make sure they are who they say they are. During meditation I have met some nasties who were not who they said they were, but fortunately I realised this before they could do anything to me. Then there’s always the trickster deity who’s just messing around with you for a good laugh.

The best thing to do is to carry some form of protection with you in case the entity you are speaking to is not really a deity at all. If you are speaking to a nasty it will disappear when you put protection up. Protection can be anything from white light to a spell or a small ritual – it depends on what you are most comfortable with.

I recommend wearing something around your wrist or finger when you go into meditation. It doesn’t have to be anything expensive, it can be just some thread braided into a cord with a spell attached.
Other forms of life can be met in meditation that are not deities. Some people meet animal totems or animals. Others meet people that are symbolic to them.

Meditation is the best way to communicate with your deities and other lifeforms. Just make sure you are not communing with anyone or anything that could be dangerous to you.

Candle-Making Course

A couple of Sundays ago I went to a candle-making course at Treadwell’s bookshop in London.

The class was divided into two groups and I ended up with the group that was learning how to make candles by dipping. Dipping takes a long time, but you can build up layers of magical intent with dipping.

Making candles by pouring wax into moulds, which we did next, is the easier and quicker way, but you would have to inscribe your intent on the candle.

The third way to make candles is to get a sheet of beeswax and roll it up with a wick in the middle to form a candle.

I enjoyed this class and will certainly be using my knowledge to make candles for ritual in the future. I’m not sure if I will be making them for candle magic, as I’ve never really got on with candle magic.


I spent an hour last Saturday pruning our butterfly bush and conversing with it. It seeded itself in our garden last year, and I was pleased as I want a garden that attracts birds and bees, which a butterfly bush does. I see this as a good sign that our land is pleased with our care of it, especially as the books say that butterfly bushes need lots of light and ours seeded itself next to a fence full of ivy, so the light was completely blocked on one side.

Butterfly bushes are not native to Britain. They were brought over from China in the 1930s and have naturalised themselves, which means that they grow wild without any help. To me, this means that the land itself has accepted them and they are now part of Britain.

During the conversation the bush gave me part of itself as a wand. I would have liked to take more, but it only allowed me one piece. I know you should give plants and trees an offering before taking, but I feel it’s unnecessary when the plant or tree itself offers the wood.

The elder tree in our garden has been asking me to prune it, probably because there are several branches crossing one another. According to the books, this can promote disease in a plant. I would not touch it otherwise, as folklore has many stories of people chopping elder trees and dying hours later.


Unfortunately Samhain was one of those festivals which didn’t really happen. From time to time, things are just not going according to plan and then all you can do is what you are able to. This was just one of those times.

I had an interview in the morning, and from the time I stepped out the door things started to go wrong. I missed the bus (fortunately I had planned to take an earlier one), found my trousers had a small tear in them and had trouble finding someone to be my second referee.

Then at the end of the interview I found that they were going to be paying me peanuts and one of my would-be bosses was in Devon at the time. I have taken two jobs where one of the bosses has said nothing to me during the interview, been burnt both times and have vowed not to risk it a third time. During the journey home I ended up with blood blisters and on both my feet and had pulled something in one of my legs. So I rested up and watched Top Hat.

After that it was dark, so I went outside and did a ritual. This was not helped by a friendly and enthusiastic brown Labrador interrupting the ritual. I think I need to sit down and carefully write out my circle invocation as at present while it keeps people out, there’s nothing there about animals.

After redrawing the circle, the ritual went okay. I then went and made my turnip lanterns which were blessed to guard the house from evil spirits and lit and placed at the front and back doors.

I then got on with making the meal. I’d planned to make a pasta bake and a West Country dish called Apple Dappy for pudding, which was to honour my Devon ancestors. The pasta, as you have guessed, has nothing to do with Samhain, but I needed something I could do on auto-pilot as I’ve never baked an Apple Dappy before.

I asked my Mum about the Apple Dappy and she said that she remembered baking the recipe but had stopped making puddings at some point. It would have been better to have made a recipe that Mum had handed down to me, but I didn’t have that option. It would also have been better to have translated the measurements of the recipe into the ounces and pounds that my Mum taught me to use and until recently were used in Britain instead of grams and kilograms, but I didn’t find out that the measurements in the recipe weren’t in ounces and pounds until too late, as most British recipes have both systems of measurement.

I had planned to do the dumb supper and then our family was going to tell stories of those who had gone before, but it was very late when I finished cooking and at that point I felt I couldn’t deal with the spirits of my ancestors turning up, when I have never seen them before. So we went to bed, leaving the turnip lanterns in place to guard the house till the next morning.