Dark Fluffies


This is a term a friend of mine coined to describe fluffy bunnies who are not all “everything in the universe is lovely” but still manage to combine the ignorance and idiocy of your generic fluffy.

For anyone who is ignorant of the term “fluffy” a good example is a sister of a friend of mine who was telling him that you could cure any illness by rolling around in grass yet went to A&E when she had a broken collarbone. He encourages her for the entertainment value.

Dark fluffies are those who will happily tell you all about how to curse, but when you ask them how to cure mysteriously fall silent. They are those who will extol using blood in spells for everything, when it’s obvious it will not work for a cleansing spell.

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Midsummer


This is the first ritual I’ve done in a while. All the tests came back from my doctor negative, so I assume the tiredness was my fibromyalgia stepping up a gear. I say “was” because the last time I was flametending I asked Brigit for healing. Last Monday I tried to walk around the sward and felt knackered after it. The next day I felt fine, despite going out to a toddler group. The third day I weeded the drive for half an hour and felt fine, where normally it would have had me on the sofa. It looks like Brigit has answered my prayers, although I’m being cautious and taking it gently for now.

The ritual went well and was lovely. All my rose bushes were out, which added to the atmosphere. The first one to come out was my old-fashioned pink climber called Celsiana, which smells how you think roses should smell and is now past its best. The second is in the height of its glory and is an old-fashioned off-white rambler called Garland. The last is a red tea rose called Fragrant Glory which has a strong smell.

Hiatus


I’ve not really been doing anything apart from flametending and what I call my daily practice i.e. talking to my ancestors and reading the horoscope that I calculate for myself, as I’ve been suffering from tiredness.

I am currently awaiting blood tests to come back from the doctors. Hopefully it will be vitamin D deficiency (which I have had before) or another vitamin deficiency rather than diabetes or my fibromyalgia stepping up a gear.

I was going to write a pagan post, but I thought I’d use this as an example of when not to use magic.

You see, I ran into someone asking for help to do a voodoo or hoodoo cleansing on a Facebook group. After I queried why (and people had given assistance) he told us it was because he was tired all the time and thought he was being psychically attacked. It turned out he had not been to the doctors.

I do not know what happened to him, but in a case such as his and mine it is best to get it investigated by the doctors, take their advice/medicine and if that does not help, then use magic. Also, it takes more time and work to do a spell rather than make an appointment with your doctor, turn up and have blood tests done.

Ancestors 101


If you are going to make an altar to the ancestors, keep in mind these points.

Firstly, not all ancestors will wish to be on your altar. When you first place a photo of the ancestor(s) you wish to have on your altar, light the candle and ask them if they wish to be on the altar. If they do not, whatever their reason, respect their wishes and remove their picture. Bear in mind that ancestors may change their mind – my mother-in-law said she did not want to be in contact with me via my altar, then a few months later the other ancestors said she’d changed her mind and wanted back on.

Secondly, the ancestors on the altar will have all the same faults and virtues that they had when they were alive. If an ancestor is an untrustworthy son-of-a-gun when s/he was alive, they’ll still be like that after death. Only venerate the ones which will support you in your life. I have not yet had an ancestor turn up who I did not wish to be in contact with after death, but if I did I would politely request them to leave. If the ancestor did not I would then research banishing rituals for spirits.

Thirdly, I have heard that you should wait a year and a day after their death to invite them to your altar. I was going to do that after my Poppa (mother’s father) died only because it seemed like a decent interval. However, he turned up on my altar six months after he died. This may be an exception, as he was always a people person and my son is named after him, which may be a good reason for hearing from him sooner than I thought. I would still wait a year and a day, but it would be insulting to ask them to come back later if they turn up before that interval.