Following a Deity

When you accept a deity to follow you must be prepared for what will happen. If, like me, you follow The Morrigan you have to be prepared to fight in your life.

I strongly advise that you research the deity who has asked you follow them before you answer yes or no. I have heard of pagans who have stopped following a deity, but it’s better to know what you’re getting into before your life is turned upside down.


I have an astrology program which works out the aspects planets make to my birthchart each day.

This is essential for me as I will know each day whether it’s going to be busy, or if it’s going to be a bad day for communications then I’ll be careful what I say and who I say it to and so on and so forth.

I can also look at a certain day in the future (e.g. Christmas, which I never look forward to) and get an idea of what it’s likely to be like.

The Southwark Mysteries

This is a very interesting book about the spirit of Southwark called The Goose who has dictated various rhymes and prose to John Constable.

The Goose is the spirit of a prostitute; this spirit was disturbed when The Crossbones Cemetery in Southwark, London was also disturbed during the extension of the Jubilee line of the London Underground in 1996 and seems to be trying to become a goddess.

Vigils are done at the Crossbones Graveyard on the 23rd of each month and offerings of keys and flowers are left at the gates. Her mystery plays have been performed at Southwark Cathedral and if she has enough followers in my opinion she will become a goddess.

Anyone who is interested in following a modern English goddess should read this book. I found it interesting, but I have already been claimed.

Meditating When Ill

It is annoying that I have been told by my deities not to meditate when ill.

However, I can see their point. When I am ill, I do not connect with the meditative world particularly well. I can get there easily enough, but my concentration ebbs and fades.
It is more difficult to hang on to things than it would be if I were well.


I carved the turnips as I do every year. My turnip carving is getting better and faster – I may try something more ambitious than carving triangles for eyes, nose and mouth next year. I did divination with the tarot, which did not turn out too badly, but did not have any results I really wanted. Unfortunately them’s the breaks.

I went for a walk to my tribal tree where my baby is buried and made an offering of water to the tree. I found this very emotional.

Afterwards I went home and started cooking, which I had to break off to do a ritual when it got dark. After it had got dark I put the turnip lanterns out and did a spell to make sure that nothing that would hurt or harm us would come into the house that night.

I put a lot of candles in the kitchen, as we were hiding from the trick–or-treaters and cooked by candlelight. I had to put the lights on for a few seconds as I thought the pastry felt greasy (it was – I had measured out the flour wrong) but got away with it.

I made Homity Pie and Apple Dappy for pudding – both foods my Mother’s ancestors would have eaten. I don’t know any Scottish recipes for my Father’s ancestors as my Mother was English. I was careful to make the food with the imperial measurements instead of metric, as my ancestors would have done.

We ate food and talked about the dead, telling stories with especial emphasis on those who had died the past year.