M is for Meditation

As a baby witch, I gave little importance to meditation. In fact, I thought it was pointless. My magic worked well enough, I was spiritually fulfilled, so what was the point. When I entered into adulthood, with the busy schedule and demanding job, I often felt frazzled. I was tired all the time, stressed out, and really unorganized. My energy was always so scattered that I was convinced that a simple full moon rite might actually conjure a demon (not really, but you get the idea). So, I turned to a wise woman in my life and she recommended meditation.

At first, it didn’t feel right to be alone with my own thoughts, so I used prerecorded guided meditations. I found most of these on CD in occult book stores and on YouTube. After a while, the narration became a distraction. They always paused for too long, which caused me to mentally create my grocery list, or they paused for too little, which caused my visualizations to become interrupted. Now, I use guided meditations to get the gist of the visualization and work through it myself.

Meditation has become my preferred method of magical practice. If I want to banish something, I go into a meditative state and visualize myself destroying what I want banished. If I need a boost of energy, I meditate and visualize myself pulling up energy from the Earth. My meditative magic is usually more impactful than a full blown ritual.

Below is an excerpt from my BOS about a meditation I did a few nights ago.

 

I lit the white candle on my altar and settled before it. I closed my eyes and focused on my breathing. As I relaxed, I let the thoughts come naturally. I observed them and allowed them to float away. I then visualized myself growing roots and becoming one with the Earth. As the visualization continued, my body was transformed into vegetation. My feet and legs were covered in vines; my torso was a tree trunk, my arms branches. I scanned my body and saw that some of the plants were dead. I responded to this by mentally pruning the dead plants away from me. I saw them being burned by the light of the candle. I noticed movement on my leg. A small garter snake slithered its way up my body. I wasn’t scared, I allowed it to happen. On my shoulder I noticed a lady bug. Again, I allowed the lady bug to remain. I finished my meditation and snuffed out the candle. Tomorrow I will work on finding out what these animals mean to me. Blessed be.

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M is Monument

 

Travel and work have been kicking my ass recently, so I have not kept up with this year of blogging the why that I hoped to. While mindless web surfing last night, I came across the Temple of Satan’s website.

Before I continue, let me give a disclaimer. I don’t consider myself a Wiccan anymore than I consider myself a Satanist. However, I do enjoy the Satan as Prometheus ideal that Satanists promote, just as I consider the Wiccan framework to be useful in my spirituality. In addition to this, most Satanists hold true to a belief in radical self interest and taking responsibility for one’s actions. This resonates with my beliefs just as much as the Wiccan Rede of “harm none” does. Now that the disclaimer is done, let’s move on.

The Temple of Satan, like most atheistic Satanic organization, uses Satan as a metaphor for their approach to life. Among their tenets is compassionate living, respect for others freedoms, and that belief should conform to our scientific understanding of the world. This sparked my interest so I read further. I was very surprised to see that they were involved in a number of political/social campaigns.

The Temple support same-sex marriage, woman’s health issues, and abolishing corporal punishment in schools. They even are attempting to adopt a highway. I’ve never seen a Satanic group be interested in this type of outreach. The campaign that further interested me is their campaign to erect a statue of Baphomet in Oklahoma City next to a monument of the Ten Commandments.

As the ACLU is currently in suit for the 10 Commandments monument to be removed, the Satanic Temple is proposing that the statue stay if the Temple is allowed to erect their statue. If the statue is permitted, this would be a huge win for religious freedom, and pave the way for other religious groups to have their beliefs memorialized as well.

To learn more about the Satanic Temple, their current campaigns, and to donate, check out their website at thesatanictemple.com

L is for Lilith Beauty Spell

As mentioned in the previous post, Lilith is my patron Goddess. I call upon Her for much of my magical practices. Below is a simple spell from my Book of Shadows that calls upon Lilith to enhance your beauty (adapted from Fiona Horne)

 

You will need:

3 black candles

2 red candles

Clove incense

Dark spiced rum in a silver chalice

A mirror

A representation of Lilith

 

Light the clove incense and place it on the altar in front of the image of Lilith and the mirror. Sprinkle the altar with a bit of the rum. Arrange the black candles in the shape of a triangle with the point facing the altar. Arrange the 2 red candles with the black candles to form a pentagram shape. Light the candles and stand in the center. Say the following:

Black winged Goddess of the Night,

I cast this spell, so that I

Will radiate a blinding light

And bewitch all held within my sight*”

 

* Adapted from Fiona Horne

L is for Lilith

Ever since I read Her myth, Lilith has been my patron. For me, She is the Goddess of independence, freedom, magic, and strength. Not only is She a Patroness of Witches, but she is the Patroness of Badassery. When life knocks me down, I hear Her voice say “He hits like a bitch, doesn’t he?” When someone tries to start trouble with me I hear Her familiar chuckle as she says “I wish a motherfucker would…” When I am feeling down, she reminds me of the magic of laughter. When I call upon her during spell work, She will remind me to ask for the perfect solution, rather than a suitable one.

In my practice, Lilith has some nontraditional offerings. She loves the smell of cloves, especially in the form of Djarum Black clove cigarettes. She loves red wine, but vodka works in a pinch, as does any dark liquor. Instead of chants, she would much rather I sing her the songs of Garbage and Porcelain Black.

Below is a piece that I call the Charge of Lilith. It is adapted from the Charge of the Dark Goddess (you can find many of these works through a Google search) and the Charge of the God by AJ Drew.

 

The Charge of Lilith

Hear me child, and know Me.

I have been with you since you were born, and I will stay with you until you return to Me at the final dusk.

I am the passionate and seductive lover who inspires the poet to dream. After the day is done, My children find their blessed rest in my embrace.

I am the Queen of Magick, hidden in the deepest night.

I am the mystery of the other world and the fear that coils about your heart in the times of your trial. 

I am the soul of nature that gives form to the Universe.

I am the womb from which all things are born.

I am the shadowy, still tomb; all things must come to Me and bare their breasts to die and be reborn to the Whole.

I am the Sorceress that will not be ruled,

the Weaver of Time, the Teacher of Mysteries.

I snip the threads that bring my children home to me.

I slit the throats of the cruel and drink the blood of the heartless.

Swallow your fear and come to me, and you will discover true beauty, strength, and courage.

For my law screams one is not free while others remain enslaved.

There shall you assemble, you who have not yet won My deepest strength, but who are brave enough to seek it.

To these shall I teach that which is yet unknown.

You shall be free from slavery, and as a sign that you be truly free you will free those still enslaved.

You who seek to remove My veil and know My true face,
Know that all your questing and efforts are for not,
Until thy own face beholds and knows the mysteries of they own self.
For you to truly know Me, you must look in your own heart
and know and accept thy self.

For those of you who call upon Me
and My powers for magick, beware!
For My magaick is swift and without regards to the consequences.

When you are frightened, throw back your head and laugh in the face of fear, I shall strengthen you

When you feel pain, offer it to me and I will subdue it.

When you feel pleasure, offer it to me and I will intensify it.

For it is My dark cloak of protection that is wrapped about you.
Close your eyes My child and call to me, for I am there,
within your Darkness.

K is for Keep it Simple Stupid pt 2

Upon the barren altar, I place a burning dish of sage. I breathe in deep and feel my lungs expand. I focus on the powers of my mind; both intellect and psychic abilities. I feel the gentle breeze and the tornado. Nature is both, because she is both.

Upon my barren altar, I place a burning red candle. I watch the flame dance and feel the heat of my body. I focus on my soul and the power of passion. I feel the Sun in the sky and the fiery volcano. Nature is both, because she is both.

Upon my barren altar, I place a chalice of water. I watch the water ripple and feel the blood flow through my veins. I focus on my emotions. I feel the oceans of the earth and the devastation of the hurricane. Nature is both, because she is both.

Upon my barren altar, I place a quartz crystal. I look at the light shimmer through the fractures and feel the weight of my bones. I focus of my stability. I feel the mountains of the earth and the strength of the earthquake. Nature is both, because she is both.

K is for Keep It Simple Stupid pt 1

I’ve been a magical practitioner for as long as I can remember. For a while now, I’ve been researching different occult topics. I’ve read books on Kabballah, Ceremonial Magick, Voodoo, Hoodoo, Hellenism, Thelema, Theosophical practices, and more…I needed more. While these beliefs helped me, I was still hungry for more.

I wrote previously about Dianne Sylvan’s course about Becoming a Spiritual Nomad. I went through this course and ultimately, went back through some basics. As a long time magical practitioner, I fought this tooth and nail, but I did it anyway.

I sat before my barren altar and called to my Gods. They didn’t answer. Now before you question this, please trust that it was my limited understanding that caused this, not the Gods…I closed my eyes and willed the elements to come to me…again, I heard nothing. The Universe had slapped me with a glove, I understood that this was a challenge.

I sat before my barren altar. I closed my eyes and said “I sit before the altar of opportunity.”

 

 

 

J is for Joe’s Healing

Once Josh’s curse was cast, I knew he would get what he deserved, but I was still a wreck because of the relationship. I didn’t trust anyone since I was taken advantage of. I felt stupid because I didn’t see the warning signs.  I needed to do something to heal me.

I cleaned the mess I made while throwing the curse. I then gave the room a healthy smudging with sage and sprinkling with salt water. I then moved to the main altar in my bedroom. On the altar was a crystal point of amethyst, a green candle, and another puzzle box. I lit the candle and cast my circle.

Slowly, I began to piece together the puzzle, remembering the person I was before Josh and willing myself to be that person again. Once I was complete, I painted over the puzzle with clear adhesive. I meditated while the adhesive dried. Once dry, I framed the puzzle, a portrait of the knight in gleaming armor. I glued the amethyst point to the knight’s shield. I held the picture high and said

“I name you Joe. Thou art God.”

The puzzle now hangs above my bed and is a constant reminder of who I am.

 

Excerpt from my Book of Shadows

June 2011