Fallow Period


Unfortunately I have not being doing much of anything for the last few weeks (apart from what was detailed in last week’s blog) as my son has seen fit to give me three hours’ sleep a night, except for two nights when he gave me five.

He has spent a lot of the time when I was awake sleeping on the sofa and yelling because of his teeth at various intervals.

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Cursed Places


There have always been places that are cursed : trees which the locals go past at a run, rivers that are known to take a life.

There’s a bridge over the railway line that I used to walk through twice a day. I have never seen it with graffiti on and there have been a number of nasty incidents, including one where a mentally ill woman set herself on fire in the toilet of the train she was travelling in as it was coming into my town and unfortunately died.

I have been advised to do a cleansing, but will have to do my tarot reading beforehand to see what exactly the problem is, as I have never dealt with anything such as this, but do not want incidents such as the above to happen in my town.

Hallowe’en Market


Last Sunday I went to the Hallowe’en market run by The Raven and Broomstick occult shop in Peacock Mews, Leighton Buzzard.

The market was a delight. There were many craft stalls of which the owners had obviously put hard work and many hours into their wares. There were also a few of which the wares were just a piece of wood with some crystals stuck into. Caveat Emptor.

The Raven and Broomstick itself has many wares : herbs, wands, skulls, the usual books and much more. I purchased a box for my tarot cards and while the carving on the box was not the best I had seen, I have been struggling to find a box for my tarot cards for years as the cardboard containing the pack is fast crumbling.

All in all, an enjoyable hour spent and I highly recommend taking a look at The Raven and Broomstick if you find yourself in Leighton Buzzard.

As for Samhain, I am writing this while suffering from the tail end of a stomach bug and while my appetite is back to normal I am still feeling tired and cold, so unfortunately it is a non-starter this year.

Irish Witchcraft


For some years I have been trying to find a strain of witchcraft that is particularly Irish and so far I have failed.

I feel it is time to drop this search and concentrate on doing witchcraft. This is because while such a search usually has benefits because you find out other things while trying to find your goal, this one has not borne any fruit, so it is time to concentrate on other things.

I have not totally given up and may resume the search at some time. If I am meant to find it, the deities will guide my steps. It may be that another is destined to find it and I am not.

Witchcraft in Venice


Last Monday we hired a babysitter and went to the talk about witchcraft in Venice at Treadwells.

The talk disappointed us by solely focusing on the witchcraft courtesans use. For example, up until World War II there was a large Jewish population in Venice and it is from Venice that the word “ghetto” comes from. We both would have been interested to hear about Jewish magic.

There was also (I don’t know if this is still being done) a marriage ritual performed yearly between Venice and the sea which was not mentioned.

It seems that the magic the Venetian courtesans performed is much like British magic, except with no familiars, but the courts were a lot more lenient. The accused would produce witnesses to her character and often got off the charge by playing the “I’m the poor illiterate woman whose lodger has left these books behind” card. The most that happened to one witch is that she was imprisoned for ten years. Her imprisonment involved having dinner with the Warden.

Picking up Witchcraft


I am trying to pick up my witchcraft practices and do something every day. It may be a bit of research, a tarot reading or finding an ingredient.

With a toddler, it is easy to do things if they do not cost a lot of time. However, picking up the practice after being ill is difficult, especially when you have a lot of things to do as I do.

Blog


I haven’t written anything for quite some time due to being ill and my son disrupting my writing.

My son has gained mobility and more importantly can climb on to the table where the laptop is which I am writing this entry, so any writing now has to be done when he is asleep.

I am going to try and pick up this blog and write once a week. This blog is written for fun, so the frequency may be patchy. I will see what I can do.

Infused Oils


I hadn’t oiled the wood I have for my stang for two years, as I forgot last year when I had my son.

Last weekend my hubby was available so we could go into the woods to gather oak leaves for the oil.

This is the first time I’ve done it in Spring and I’ve found that the young leaves are better for infusing oils. They’re softer and seem to lend the infused oil a better quality. I’ll be doing this in Spring from now on.

Beltane


For once I got my research into the festival finished, but only just before the festival so it didn’t leave me much time to prepare.

I was going to do a May bush which is used to ward off fairies on Beltane and try and catch the May dew to wash my face with it, but were unable to organise these in time.

Instead I did my ritual and took the day off.

I was also going watch Doctor Who and The Daemons as it’s based at Beltane and is pagany, but we didn’t have the episodes on DVD.

This is an example of a festival which just didn’t happen.

Disagreeing


I am writing this article as a result of having a disagreement on a Facebook group where someone is trying to convert me to her way of thinking.

The disagreement is that I think that only certain trees are sacred, whereas she thinks that all trees are sacred. It’s the sort of argument where either party could be correct, yet as far as she is concerned I have to come round to her point of view.

Sometimes there are arguments where one party is plainly wrong. For example, if I said that Brigit was Donn’s sister I would be wrong. Both are Irish deities, but Brigit is of the Tuatha De Danaan, whereas Donn is a Milesian.

However, there are many arguments where what is being argued is the philosophy and the interpretation of data and I may change my mind at some point in time to the opposing stance.

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