Headspace


In order to perform a spell or ritual correctly, you must have your head together.

By this I mean even before getting everything together for the spell, you must eliminate all possible distractions, e.g. going to the toilet, making sure pets are shut up and cannot break your circle.

Part of getting my head together is gathering all the paraphernalia ready for the spell and making sure it’s consecrated before I go out and do it.

After that I know that I am totally focused on the spell and its outcome and I am sure that the spell will work. I cannot be sure of this if I am distracted or worried about something.

Sometimes things happen, especially during ritual. Candles blow out or fail to light. If I am in the proper headspace then I can carry on, confidently knowing that my ritual will work.

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Catching Up


At the moment I have a lot of things to catch up on, as it’s taken me awhile to get used to having and caring for a baby.

Some of them are mundane, like weeding the drive. Others are not so mundane, like weeding the garden, which has some humungous weeds on it since it’s been left for five months or so.

Others are magical. I have my yearly house defences and cat health protection spell to do. Also my hubby knocked the wing mirror off someone else’s car. Years ago, after three accidents in a year including one where a suicidal pheasant took his windscreen out on the motorway, I made him a travel protection device. My reaction to this accident was that it wasn’t working. My hubby then informed me that he thought it wasn’t in the car, and lo and behold when I checked I found it wasn’t, so that needs replacing.

I also have to finish writing one ritual to introduce my son to the ancestors and another to introduce him to our tribal tree, plus I have an oath to write so I can flametend for Brigit. It’s a busy time…

Brigit


A long while ago Brigit came to me in a meditation and asked me to follow her. I didn’t particularly want to follow her, so I made a bargain with her.

The bargain was that if she gave me a child, I would follow her. If the child was female, one of her names would be Brigit, if male one of his names would be her father’s, who was The Dagda.
At the time of making the bargain we had been trying for four years with one miscarriage. I was 42 years old and time had nearly run out.

Now more than a year on I have the longed-for child and I must complete my end of the bargain and follow her. This means I have to become a flametender. I’m not looking forward to this duty, especially as I’m time-poor, but she has certainly held up her end of the bargain so I must hold up mine.