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21
Apr
12

Neighborhood crime watch

You never really think about home security until someone close to you has an incident involving robbery. That is exactly what happened to my neighbors David and Jacky Jacobson a couple of weeks ago. It had been all over the News that there was a string of home robberies in our area, and that the police had apprehended the suspects, or so they thought.

Late one Saturday evening when the Jacobson’s were away for a business seminar their house was broken into. They came home to find that the window in their dinning room had been broken out, and that their 48’ plasma tv, their computers, and jewelry had been taken. Because they didn’t have an alarm system installed in the house, their home owners insurance wouldn’t pay for all of the damages done. That’s when I called Home Security Family.

They came out a day later and did an estimate on my house and went through what the policy would cover. They even gave me the comparison rates of some of the other companies in the area. After showing me all the different policies that they offered, I felt like they were the best choice for me and my family. Home Security Family has provided me and my family with a level of protection and piece of mind that I as a home owner haven’t known for a long time. I don’t worry if I accidently leave the door unlocked, or about my home being broken into. Because with Home Security Family watching over my home I know that all is well and safe.

21
Mar
12

TOO MUCH TEXTING

Thanks for the guest post by Jonathan Curtis

I feel like my iPhone is ruining my hands. I don’t know if it is typing at work or using my phone that causes me so much pain in my right finger, but I am guessing that it is my iPhone. Ever since I started playing this awesome game on my iPhone that I can’t put down, “Scramble with Friends”. I have had a creeping pain in my fingers. It mainly hurts in between my thumb and my index finger. I tried to look for some information on-line using my pasadena clear wireless connection, but I really couldn’t find much information on it. I told my Mom about it and her response was simple, you shouldn’t be playing games on your phone all day and texting! I guess that she is right. If you do something so long and too much, you can expect a little bit of pain. I think that I am going to try and hang up the game for a week or two and see if the pain goes away. If it does, I think that I am going to have to give it up all together, which is a shame because it is so much fun to play!

08
Feb
12

The Big Bang Theory

Guest post written by my buddy Royce Heath

I have a really good friend who I have known forever that is the smartest girl I have ever met. She is not your typical smart person. She is a full on nerd about it and she just really doesn’t care. She isn’t worried about what her hair looks like or what she is wearing that day. She is focused on one thing only, her scientist job at the CDC. She is so dedicated to learning everything she possible can about whatever it is she studies there that she just can’t even focus on anything else and it doesn’t even make sense to her to try. I find her very fascinating to talk to and she even kind of reminds me a little bit of Amy Farah Fowler’s character on The Big Bang Theory. They both dress kind of alike and they are both really in to their jobs and are almost defined by their jobs. I have watched this show with my friend to see if she would draw the parallel on her own. Check out your Direct TV guide to find out when The Big Bang Theory comes on.

01
Feb
12

Covens

The midwinter season has finally wound up and I find myself looking to new ideas, projects and hopefully an interesting year ahead.
My solstice celebration was such a lovely time with my family and some good friends all together. A feast of food and sharing, presents under the tree and lots of fun and silly games afterwards. The only rule was no TV. And so we made merry until it was late and people began to depart.
Over the next few days, I saw other family and friends, but having done the meal and presents already, it was lovely to relax, chat and get out into the countryside or by the sea and avoid all the last minute rush of the shops and people doing Christmas.
On 25th December, I took my youngest daughter for a long walk by the almost deserted beaches of Whitstable and Tankerton in Kent, UK. We met a few dog walkers at first all smiling and wishing us merry Christmas but eventually as it got towards early afternoon, we found ourselves alone with just the sound of the surf, the seagulls. We had a lovely time of beachcombing and found some interesting shells and driftwood for crafting. Rhiannon declared in her 7-year-old wisdom, it had been the best Xmas day ever. I had to agree!
It was the same for the next few days, and I can’t say I remember having had such a lovely relaxing holiday. We had more seashore walks – along Deal and near Dover.
Yesterday was a wonderful day by the mysterious Dungeness with its strange otherworldly energy. The sun shone and that amazing winter light danced around us and upon the people fishing on the beach. And today I have packed up the last of the tree decorations and cards. Caught up with my household tasks, I made myself ready for the return to work tomorrow.
Now I’m not one for New Year Resolutions. I’ve always felt that if I can’t have the discipline to follow a plan through at any other time of the year, it certainly wont be any different at the beginning of the calendar year. And to be honest, I celebrate a couple of ‘New Year’ festivals.
The Samhain/Celtic new year is one and Imbolc – the beginning of early spring is another. I clinked my glass on 31st December at midnight as it signaled the beginning of a new calendar year as well as the birthday of my eldest daughter born on 1 January back in 1987. However, I do find it another good time to take stock of where I am, where I am going and anything I want to focus on next year.
This is not the lose a stone in weight, join a gym or improve my love life type of taking stock. It is usually something that may include remembering to honor my time and family. It also tends to be a spiritual focus for me too.
One of my main plans for the year is something I have been thinking of on and off over several months now. For many years, I so longed to live in the West Country. Somerset or Cornwall were two favourites and for a long time I longed to live in Glastonbury and was sadly disillusioned in the summer by the pricey new age shops and ‘gurus’ that seem to have overtaken the place. I used to love visiting the place and hadn’t had a chance to for about 10 years so anticipated with delight a holiday and chance to take my 7 year-old to a place I loved so much.
Alas, it had changed considerably for me. Apart from the wonderful Tor, the Chalice Well and the Goddess Temple, which still has its wonderful energy, I found it spiritually redundant. It resulted in my really looking at why I feel this need to move elsewhere rather than really connect with the land on which I live at the moment. In doing so, I realised that I wasn’t honouring the spirit of the land here, not being in the moment and really connecting. And so I have been thinking of ways to do this.
One of the things I came up with while talking to my best friend last autumn was that there are an awful lot of sacred sites in Kent that we either haven’t visited (or maybe did so many years ago as children) or didn’t realise were here. Wonderful places such as Toad Rock and the Coldrum Stones.
Last year, I did make more of an effort to visit local and slightly more distant country fayres and celebrations during the year in an effort to connect more. I intend to continue to do so as well as visiting and honouring the sites I am discovering. I will probably write about them on this blog during the year too and I’m really looking forward to these visits.
One of my decisions in 2011 was to make more of an effort to grow my fruit and veg in my pocket handkerchief garden, for the pleasure of having homegrown veg as well as another effort to connect with the land. I managed to find and paint some old car tyres and bins to grow some bit and pieces and get the chickens I planned to have a couple of years ago.
This year I am planning more veg – I last grew onions about 20 years ago, so that’s another new challenge. Still doing the potatoes, tomatoes and courgettes. My herb patch needs sorting since the chickens used it for a dirt bath!! I think some soft fruit this year too.
Other ideas and plans for the year are cooking in the pot and will probably be started in the next few months.
Some of my pagan friends gather fortnightly for a craft session and we have spent many happy hours in the past few years creating for our altars, our celebrations or just for the fun of it. Our first Witches Stitches craft night of 2012 is tomorrow night and we plan to sit and make lists of the crafts we want to do this year and make sure we organise our diaries to keep to our plans.
So though I cant say I have any resolutions as such – I can say I have plans. I am planting the seeds and who knows what may grow this year.

23
Jan
12

Resolving Not to make New Year Resolutions

The midwinter season has finally wound up and I find myself looking to new ideas, projects and hopefully an interesting year ahead.
My solstice celebration was such a lovely time with my family and some good friends all together. A feast of food and sharing, presents under the tree and lots of fun and silly games afterwards. The only rule was no TV. And so we made merry until it was late and people began to depart.
Over the next few days, I saw other family and friends, but having done the meal and presents already, it was lovely to relax, chat and get out into the countryside or by the sea and avoid all the last minute rush of the shops and people doing Christmas.
On 25th December, I took my youngest daughter for a long walk by the almost deserted beaches of Whitstable and Tankerton in Kent, UK. We met a few dog walkers at first all smiling and wishing us merry Christmas but eventually as it got towards early afternoon, we found ourselves alone with just the sound of the surf, the seagulls. We had a lovely time of beachcombing and found some interesting shells and driftwood for crafting. Rhiannon declared in her 7-year-old wisdom, it had been the best Xmas day ever. I had to agree!
It was the same for the next few days, and I can’t say I remember having had such a lovely relaxing holiday. We had more seashore walks – along Deal and near Dover.
Yesterday was a wonderful day by the mysterious Dungeness with its strange otherworldly energy. The sun shone and that amazing winter light danced around us and upon the people fishing on the beach. And today I have packed up the last of the tree decorations and cards. Caught up with my household tasks, I made myself ready for the return to work tomorrow.
Now I’m not one for New Year Resolutions. I’ve always felt that if I can’t have the discipline to follow a plan through at any other time of the year, it certainly wont be any different at the beginning of the calendar year. And to be honest, I celebrate a couple of ‘New Year’ festivals.
The Samhain/Celtic new year is one and Imbolc – the beginning of early spring is another. I clinked my glass on 31st December at midnight as it signaled the beginning of a new calendar year as well as the birthday of my eldest daughter born on 1 January back in 1987. However, I do find it another good time to take stock of where I am, where I am going and anything I want to focus on next year.
This is not the lose a stone in weight, join a gym or improve my love life type of taking stock. It is usually something that may include remembering to honor my time and family. It also tends to be a spiritual focus for me too.
One of my main plans for the year is something I have been thinking of on and off over several months now. For many years, I so longed to live in the West Country. Somerset or Cornwall were two favourites and for a long time I longed to live in Glastonbury and was sadly disillusioned in the summer by the pricey new age shops and ‘gurus’ that seem to have overtaken the place. I used to love visiting the place and hadn’t had a chance to for about 10 years so anticipated with delight a holiday and chance to take my 7 year-old to a place I loved so much.
Alas, it had changed considerably for me. Apart from the wonderful Tor, the Chalice Well and the Goddess Temple, which still has its wonderful energy, I found it spiritually redundant. It resulted in my really looking at why I feel this need to move elsewhere rather than really connect with the land on which I live at the moment. In doing so, I realised that I wasn’t honouring the spirit of the land here, not being in the moment and really connecting. And so I have been thinking of ways to do this.
One of the things I came up with while talking to my best friend last autumn was that there are an awful lot of sacred sites in Kent that we either haven’t visited (or maybe did so many years ago as children) or didn’t realise were here. Wonderful places such as Toad Rock and the Coldrum Stones.
Last year, I did make more of an effort to visit local and slightly more distant country fayres and celebrations during the year in an effort to connect more. I intend to continue to do so as well as visiting and honouring the sites I am discovering. I will probably write about them on this blog during the year too and I’m really looking forward to these visits.
One of my decisions in 2011 was to make more of an effort to grow my fruit and veg in my pocket handkerchief garden, for the pleasure of having homegrown veg as well as another effort to connect with the land. I managed to find and paint some old car tyres and bins to grow some bit and pieces and get the chickens I planned to have a couple of years ago.
This year I am planning more veg – I last grew onions about 20 years ago, so that’s another new challenge. Still doing the potatoes, tomatoes and courgettes. My herb patch needs sorting since the chickens used it for a dirt bath!! I think some soft fruit this year too.
Other ideas and plans for the year are cooking in the pot and will probably be started in the next few months.
Some of my pagan friends gather fortnightly for a craft session and we have spent many happy hours in the past few years creating for our altars, our celebrations or just for the fun of it. Our first Witches Stitches craft night of 2012 is tomorrow night and we plan to sit and make lists of the crafts we want to do this year and make sure we organise our diaries to keep to our plans.
So though I cant say I have any resolutions as such – I can say I have plans. I am planting the seeds and who knows what may grow this year.

18
Jan
12

Imbolg – A Lesson of Positive Change

With the Imbolg, Candlemas, and Lupercalia festivities ahead, I begin to anticipate the arrival of spring, and the preparations of the Virgin Goddess. The past few years it seems the community of the Craft has become calm and quite, although this seems to be a positive change, we as Witches and magickal practitioner alike should focus our minds and magick on utilizing this wonderful time of year, and begin to plan for a positive future.
Candles, exotic herbs, incense, stones, and crystals fill every crevice of my home, cabinetry, and life. These simple and yet ordinary objects, to those who follow the path of the Old Ones, are a constant reminder of the path I so dearly cherish. When I look back to the time I was first introduced to the Craft, a time when everything was new and mysterious. I ask myself:
Do you remember when Witchcraft was filled with magick and mystery? That sensation of reading a new book, the scent and excitement of visiting a new magickal shop, learning something new and spiritually beneficial, or the first time your circle was cast and you invoked the Old Ones and felt a sense of strength and love that filled every essence of your soul?
Halfway now between the chilly winter months and the revitalizing spring season ahead, many of us our prepping our magickal gardens, cleaning the dust in our herb cabinets, and planting spells for love, hope, and prosperity. We invoke Goddesses and Gods, such as the Celtic Fire Goddess Bridget and the Roman Wolf God, Lupercus, to fill or homes and lives with warmth and strength towards the future. Why not do the same for the Craft?
If we correlate the community of the Craft to this magickal time of year, and by associating it to the growing sun, and the awakening of the Great Mother, many thought of change and renewal will spark even the novice mind. We must open our hearts to the ever-growing cultures around us, to better educate ourselves as well as to improve and expand each individual’s personal practice.
Even today, in Witchcraft, Wicca, and Neo-Paganism, there still seems to be more political and judgmental actions, and the “drama” that always surrounds such actions, than magickal. Has this caused us to forget why we are all here, and we tread this path?
When my family came to this beautiful country, we brought with us our ancestral Gods and magickal charms, which have always given me the strength and community, no one else could ask for. But it wasn’t long ago when any person who stepped into the Old Religion felt a sense of belonging and community, no matter what age, race, or sex. Therefore the question in my mind remains my focus, “Where are the Old Ways heading in the future?” “What should we prevent ourselves from manifesting in that future?
A young man once stepped into my delightful magickal shop and made a comment to a friend, stating that, “silence was golden”. Recalling this conversation, I grabbed a pen and paper and began writing this article. As Witches, Pagans, Wiccans, and all followers of the Craft we need to ensure that we bring proper awareness and love to our local communities, families, and friends.
Silence, though golden in some respects, seems to have gotten us one step back towards a successful and positive future. We must take action in our own lives, as well as our Craft, to ensure a growing and prosperous future, which our Elders, stood front line for and fought against prejudice, vice, discord, and silence of our beliefs and practices. We, human that we are, seem to have forgotten, by our own ignorance and innocents that the fight against silence and ignorance is not over, and now that ignorance is within our own community.
By our faults of innocence we are letting go of the magick and wonder that brought us all on this path, which then prevents those in need of the Craft from entering it’s glimmering palace. We are taking away the mystery and power that the Old Gods emanate within us. Many of us, whether young or old, want to be heard, but mainly we all want to be acknowledged and respected for our Craft. If the Old Religion was meant to be simple, it would not have survived the dusts of time, and we must come again and seek out appreciation and love for what our ancestors so deeply treasured.
We must learn to take lead, hand in hand, with like-minded others and move forward into the future, and bring the Craft that inspired us in the beginning, to those whom are open-minded and openhearted. We must learn to hold on to the magick and forget the stresses or ritual procedures, lectures, teaching, daily works, activities, and again embrace and experience the magick we seem to be letting go of.
We live in a world where much chaos and destruction seems to be key to our existence, and many of us stray to what negative things the world has to offer seeking solution, many of us live ordinary, happy lives, but many also live lives of sadness, despair, and depression. These feeling of sadness and depression are like the seasons we all experience, for we are human and to appreciate joy we must appreciate pain. Like the Great Prometheus, we must break through those chains that keep us prisoners in our own created chaos. I can’t count how many people I have met through the years that resort to negative magick to solve a problem. That is not the way of the wise. That is not the teachings of our ancestors who burned and suffered. That is not the way of the Witch.
We must open our hearts and mind and attempt to move forward, for we are universally bonded to the magick we perform, that bond is tied to our hearts, as well as our everyday lives. That bond creates us and gives us the “gift” to create and manifest. We control all we do, and ignorance is the very lack of knowledge, which weakens the bond each individual has to the Universe.
We are all entitled to our beliefs, our personal way of doing things and solving problems, but in hope, which in reality is all we have, the only way to solve a problem is to bring about a proper and beneficial solution.
Self-responsibility should be the first page of any magickal book, it teaches self-control, which leads us in bettering our connection with Nature, the Universe and the Divine within ourselves. For we are of the Gods, whom created us and within us lay their very essence and light. Embracing that part of ourselves, without arrogance, ignorance, ego, and objective is the only way one will be led to the true magick of the Great Mother Goddess.
To focus our magick and thought on positive change, strengthens our magickal bond with the Universe and the Old Ones. People and followers of the Old Ways who resort to negative magick are weak and lack the sense of self, the sense of self-responsibility, and have guided themselves away from their rightfully owed knowledge of the inner Divine presence. That it is not a Witch. That is not a follower of the Old Ones. That is purely ego and self-delusion.
A Witch is a person whom creates a loving bond with all around them, they cherish that bond, they appreciate it, for a Witch knows that bond can be cut like a hair from the head. A Witch understands that magick lies within their hearts, not tools, degrees, initiations or spells, it lies within our very essence.
Today, we must make a stand to remove any and all misconceptions, we must “practice what we preach” and teach others of what we truly are and what we truly project into this world, and most importantly the bond we create and it’s importance to our ways. The Ancient Gods do exist, they are here even through the dusts of time they have survived and they are a legacy in all their own. Their survival is what we guard, as the lessons of man have shown us, fighting with a sword of hatred and negativity leads to destruction.
Raise your arms up to the heavens and envision in your mind those chains of sadness, depression and turmoil. Envision them breaking and releasing into the Universal abyss, and begin anew. With proper ethics, morals and decision making one will strengthen that bond with Nature and the Old Ones and truly be that which we call ourselves… a Witch!
Although some may disagree, depending on tradition and teachings, it cannot be argued that true magick lies within a healthy heart and a healthy mind, and the magick we manifest will be seen by the world in ourselves and all misconceptions and ignorance will one day be diminished as those chains will be as well, we just need to break them.
Take a moment and examine the history of the Celtic Goddess Bridget, the Goddess of Fire, the Hearth, Home, and “Eternal Light.” Her survival amongst pagan customs and religion is a clear representation of the Craft’s survival today, in a sense of transformation. In the guise of a Saint she survived even the darkest of times. Her light radiated through history and her eternal flame is ever burning. If Bridget’s light can emanate through the dust of time, so to can it emanate within each of us. It is up to us though to take a stand and begin to plant seeds of positive change.

15
Jan
12

Groundhog’s Day is American for Imbolc

One of my favorite pod-casters once mentioned that one of the holidays in the Wheel of the Year that she just can’t seem to “get” is Imbolc. She doesn’t raise sheep, so the milk-giving aspect is beyond her and where she lives, it’s still the middle of cold-as-Hel winter in early February. Having a hard time connecting to a holiday makes it very hard to want to celebrate it. If you don’t feel it, you’re just going through the motions because “to be a good Pagan, you’re supposed to.” (Don’t feel you have to, celebrate what speaks to you and if that means omitting “official” holidays, then so be it.) Largely, Imbolc isn’t one of my favorite holidays either; I suppose having just come off of the big secular holiday season, Imbolc gets kind of pushed off on the back burner for me as I try to get back to the normal cycle of it all. I will note that as I got further into this essay, the more I began to have trouble with it because while I think the mythology you’ll read further on is fun, Imbolc is less of a big deal to me than say Samhain (though I have an even harder time connecting to Ostara and Mabon, but we’ll talk about those as we get to them) .
Imbolc is one of the Celtic holidays and is listed among the four Greater Sabbats. It celebrates the increasing daylight and the earliest stirrings of spring (or rather, the hope that you might not die of malnutrition before new growth begins, thus the emphasis on ewes’ milk during this holiday) . Traditionally, the holiday also honors Brigid, goddess of the hearth fire, smith craft and poetic inspiration. Many make a Bride’s Bed (Bride is another linguistic form of Brigid) and a corn dolly Bride (Brigid) to lay in it.
Why do I connect Imbolc to Groundhog’s Day? A few reasons, the first is the date. Imbolc is now traditionally celebrated on February 1st. Groundhog’s Day is February 2nd. The second is that both are looking to the first signs of spring with hope that winter is soon to end. The last has to do with comparative mythology, which I’ll get to below.
So, I’m in Pennsylvania, and therefore I am in the same state as the most famous non-human weatherman, Punxsutawney Phil. As the name Groundhog’s Day would suggest, Phil is a groundhog. If Phil sees his shadow on the morning of February 2nd, then we have six more weeks of winter; if he doesn’t see his shadow, then we get to have an early spring. This never made a lick of sense to me. If the day is sunny enough for him to see his shadow, then surely that means the sun is “winning” and spring is on its way, right? I spent many years rolling my eyes at this practice, until I came upon a Scottish myth regarding the Cailleach.
The Cailleach is seen as the force that creates winter weather. She is a Hag goddess whose veneration is more widespread than many other Celtic deities you could name. The ancient Celts were tribal in their structure and many gods were worshipped solely by individual tribes (a good example is the war goddess Andraste, who was the specific war goddess of the Iceni –Boudicca gave many offerings to Her during her uprising — but the war goddess among more famous Irish tribes was the Morrigan, who is much more well-known in this modern age) . The Cailleach was known in Scotland and Ireland, and may have been known in other places.
Sometimes, the Cailleach is thought to have kidnapped the maiden of summer, Grainne, and is keeping her hostage through the cold months. For the Celts, there were only two seasons, winter and summer. The Cailleach rules from Samhain through Imbolc and Grainne rules from Imbolc through Samhain. This really sounds like a female version of the Holly and Oak kings myth that has been embraced by many Wiccans as part of their ritual mythology.
However, whether or not the version you read includes Grainne, the Cailleach is the Hag of winter and is holding the land in her icy grip (like a female Jack Frost) . The weather specifically on Imbolc is very important for divining how long the Cailleach’s grip will remain. If the weather is fair and sunny, then winter will continue to be long and harsh; if the day is grey, blustery and/or stormy one can expect a more expedient departure of the cold weather.
Sounds familiar doesn’t it? The question is why? All the logic in your brain screams that it should be the other way. Well, in the Scottish myth, if the day of Imbolc is fair and sunny, the Cailleach has “turned off” winter for the day so she can go out and collect more firewood for the long, dark time ahead. If the day is grey and cold, then she has decided to stay by her warm fire and will run out of firewood sooner so she will have to let spring come.
The lore of why winter is longer if Phil sees his shadow doesn’t get explained. Looking at the myth of the Cailleach gives insight we might not otherwise have.
I’ve been known to move Imbolc between the first and second depending on my schedule and mood. If possible, I’d have gathered snow that fell on Yule to melt in a dish with a red candle on Imbolc (no such luck this year) . One of my old college friends used to skip class every holiday except Imbolc. He was a history major and felt it honored Brigid (a goddess of bards) to be in class that day. Bardic poetry not only chronicled myth, but the history of the people.
Lora O’Brien in Irish Witchcraft from an Irish Witch suggests using the energy of this holiday to spring clean and cleanse the bad energy from the house so that the spring starts off fresh and new. I can understand the sentiment, but it doesn’t feel like spring to me yet. The hope of spring is there, but the signs are usually a ways off (the first robin to return, the buds of new leaves appearing on the trees) . In fact, February in my region tends to be the most active for winter weather. If I’m considering trying an apartment garden, Imbolc is usually when I try to plan what I might be able to grow that year (don’t get your hopes up, my apartment gardens have all been failures, I always hope the “this year will be different” but my brown thumb always wins) . That’s about as hopeful as I get for spring at Imbolc.
I hope everyone has a cozy Imbolc and that the fires of inspiration will light the way into a bright year for all of us.

12
Jan
12

Mundane Magick

There are days in which I find myself feeling as if I have forgotten that I am, indeed, a Witch.
When I walk past the living room, I spare a glance with brown eyes at the small altar my partner Lore and I have crafted together using beautiful objects I have collected over the year of us being together. Our first chalice of red and clear glass, the miniature cast iron cauldron, and the brass lantern I had acquired years ago when I was thirteen. I still had it in my possession, even after over ten years. These objects, as well as many others, sat atop a wooden shelf, alone.
They gathered dust far quicker than the speed in which the days passed.
The daily grind can get to a person. The day passes, and you head to bed. Your head touches the pillows, and underneath the warmth of your secure blankets, you fall asleep. The sun rises. The day comes, and you awaken, pull on your clothes, and head out the door. You work. You eat. You come home. After commencing daily tasks, and wind down, you’re heading back to bed again. You may pass many, many days, allowing them to lapse in the same way over and over again, until you realize…
…Where have they gone?
On that shelf, the dust is still there.
It’s easy to forgot, amidst the glamour of the media and our own personal fantasies… that being a Witch does not necessarily mean living up that name at every opportunity. All of that is a front. Not all of us can remember to toss a prayer or thanks to the God and Goddess when something pleasant comes our way, or thank the patrons when a spell we may have managed to squeeze in a couple of weeks ago finally comes to fruition. That’s all right. The God and Goddess can forgive us for our thoughtlessness once in awhile. There are Sabbats that we may find ourselves forgetting about, or end up not having the time to celebrate it at all, not with all the other “mundane” holidays we may have to prepare for (cramming Thanksgiving in between Samhain and Yule, for example) . Often times, a full moon passes us, and there is no spell casting, nor celebration.
It just passes us by.
…Or does it?
It is during these days in which I sit, my laptop computer warm against my legs as I lean against my floral print couch and stare into my cup of tea that I think… what does it really mean to be a Witch? Or rather… am I really doing all that is needed to call myself a Witch?
Even now, I ask these questions of myself that I thought I had answered years ago.
Doesn’t everybody?
It all boils down to something that magick-users alike perhaps forget. We may hear it often, but there is very little within ourselves that helps to drive it home. No, you do not need to cast spells everyday in order to be called a Witch. No, you’re not required to be in a coven to be a Witch. No, there is no need to throw yourself out into the backyard every full moon and dance under it skyclad in order to call yourself a Witch. That’s just crazy talk.
“But what about the days outlined above?”, you may ask. “The days that pass again and again, and I forget, and forget, and when I look upon my altar, or at my spell books or Book of Shadows, and its not lined with words I have written of my rituals… but with dust?”
I’ve learned, while being a Witch… the days that you are not practicing magick are what truly define you.
Read about the day I had today:
Today, my alarm went off at 9:50am. I had stayed up late the night before, meticulously adjusting the Twitter feed for my blog. I hit the snooze button three times, and cuddled into Lore. I finally rose at 10:05am. I needed to get ready for work. I shuffled out of bed, and checked my email, looking over my bank account. My paycheck had rolled in sometime the previous day. I turned on Loreena McKennitt on iTunes, and slowly got dressed for work in the usual black suit uniform. I skipped on breakfast, and soon, I had to run out the door. I ran back into the bedroom to grab my promise ring—the one I had chosen specifically for the month of November, an orange topaz—and I kissed Lore three times on the cheek. “I love you", then out the door. I whistled and looked up at the clouds, and I attempted to foresee the rest of the day in them. Cloudy, but calm… a slight breeze. I felt that my air element was at my side. It couldn’t be a bad day, right? When I arrived at work, I was late. I ran into Santa Claus as I sped through Nordstrom to make it to the management office of the large shopping center. He smiled and wished me a “Merry Christmas”; I smiled back and replied, “Have a happy Yule.” I ran up the two escalators to make it to the top floor. I tore through the mall to the other end. I pulled out my keys, smiled to the lone Eye of Horus keychain I kept on it, and escaped into the office. I clocked in, and ran back downstairs, and the workday began. During the day, three children had become lost in the shopping center. I sat with one girl and asked her how her Halloween went. I told her about the tradition of wearing masks to scare away the bad spirits. Her mother came, and I thanked the God and Goddess she hadn’t been left behind. I looked up the Harry Potter Blu-Ray box set I was planning on buying a friend for Yule. I thought about what kind of wand I would have if I were in Harry Potter. I was nudged out of my elaborate daydream of running my own metaphysical shop when my shift ended, and it was time to go home. I bought a tin of Godiva hot chocolate for the home, and matching socks for Lore and I, just because I wanted to buy a small gift. As I waited for the bus to come pick me up, I found a heads up penny. I chimed the usual “good luck” phrase as I tucked it into my pocket. When I arrived home after a pleasant day, I entered the keypad code to our apartment—an intricate star-and-number pattern.
It was a day like all days. No spell work. No magick. I passed the altar… and it was still dusty.
But when I looked back over my day… I knew for certain, I was a Witch through and through. How?
I had been tired because I had been working on my blog about being a witch. I hit my alarm three times—I always did. Three is a powerful number, and.. third time is the charm. I turned on Loreena McKennitt to listen to the song “All Souls Night”. My promise ring was the birthstone for November, because I had read that a stone’s magick was strongest when worn during the month it had been assigned to… and I always wanted Lore and I’s love to be at its strongest. While walking to the bus stop for work, I attempted to have a hand at nephomancy: the art of divining clouds. I thought about my element when a wind fluttered by. When I met Santa in the make-up section as I breezed through, I hadn’t wished him a “Merry Christmas”, but a “Happy Yule” without a passing thought. My keychain is adorned with the Eye of Horus, so they would always be in sight (though I still lose them, ha ha) . I taught a little girl about Gaelic culture. I thanked my patrons when she was returned safely to her mother. Harry Potter; does more need to be said? I dreamed about future aspirations of being surrounded by magick in a new age shop, thinking of what I would sell, what I would wear, and how I would run it. I still believe heads up pennies are magickal and are capable of bringing good fortune. My home’s keycode was thought out using shapes and numerology.
This is how I know.
When you are a Witch… even when living the life of a mundane…
Magick is everywhere.

 

Author: Soull the University Witch

07
Jan
12

New Home Jackpot

 

Guest written by our friend Gladys Fuentes

My wife and I spent what seemed like forever looking for our new home. It was really difficult for us to make a commitment that big. We are well aware of the fact that we aren’t rich, and we knew that when we bought a new home we would have to live there, no matter what. We were scared that we would get into a thirty-year mortgage, and then decide we made a huge mistake. We didn’t know if we would ever find a place that we liked, and things started to seem hopeless. Then, we found our home. As soon as we walked in the front door we knew that this was the place for us. It was spacious and had all new and modern appliances. The neighborhood is awesome, and we totally got lucky with our neighbors. They are always there to give us great advice, like going to HomeSecurity101.com for our alarm system. We really feel like we hit the jackpot of houses, and are so glad we held out for the right one. I’m really grateful we didn’t jump the gun early on in the search.

14
Dec
11

Saudi Woman Executed for Witchcraft

DUBAI – Rights group Amnesty International has described as "deeply shocking" Saudi Arabia’s beheading of a woman convicted on charges of "sorcery and witchcraft," saying it underlined the urgent need to end executions in the kingdom.
Saudi national Amina bint Abdul Halim bin Salem Nasser was executed on Monday in the northern province of al-Jawf after being tried and convicted for practicing sorcery, the interior ministry said, without giving details of the charges.
"The citizen… practiced acts of witchcraft and sorcery," Saudi newspaper al-Watan cited the interior ministry as saying. "The death sentence was carried out on the accused yesterday (Monday) in the Qurayyat district in al-Jawf region."
Saudi Arabia, an absolute monarchy, has no written criminal code, which is instead based on an uncodified form of Islamic sharia law as interpreted by the country’s judges.
"While we don’t know the details of the acts which the authorities accused Amina of committing, the charge of sorcery has often been used in Saudi Arabia to punish people, generally after unfair trials, for exercising their right to freedom of speech or religion," Philip Luther, interim director of Amnesty’s Middle East and North Africa program, said in a statement.
Amnesty said the execution was the second of its kind in recent months. A Sudanese national was beheaded in the Saudi city of Medina in September after being convicted on sorcery charges, according to the London-based group.
Amnesty put at 79 the number of executions in Saudi Arabia so far this year, nearly triple the figure in 2010.




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