I'm dreaming of music regularly. Sometimes the whole dream is just music. Other times it's a dream about something with music that relates to the dream like a soundtrack. Other times the dream is about something that explains the music that comes. Other times the music comes for no apparent reason and has nothing to do with the dream. I wake up and switch on my piano, hit record and smash out the music. It's strange having 2am midnight songwriting sessions, it doesn't feel very magical at the ti
i was in my house. it had somehow filled up with leaf litter that had been blown in by the wind and i was starting to sweep it up. a lizard had also somehow come in, it was slithering or scuttling around through the leaves. it looked like a regular medium sized skink lizard at first but when i looked closer i realised it was more geckolike, and it was a bright woad blue with black and white symbols on its body and it didn't really have a head, it had something else instead but im not sure what.
The situation got uncomfortable for the new guy and me. The boyfriend/confidant and the ex's niece #2 became impossible. We tried to stay out of their way, but they seemed to love making things difficult. Niece #2 got in my face and acted like she was in charge whenever the boyfriend/confidant left for a few days to take care of personal business. The atmosphere of the apartment was always hostile; the air felt thick with it. To make things worse, the new guy seemed to want to keep me at arm's l
I'm not sure whether I wrote about this before but it's my most significant dream story and I can't see an entry about it on this blog. So whether I am writing it again I don't know but I hope it's OK. And I hope it's OK that this will be long. I don't expect anyone to read it, it's just a story I want to share here.
My life is getting better now but until 2022 it was challenging. My story is a bit messy and I don't know how to describe it properly so I will just jump all over the place. My
I met my second husband, literally coming up my front porch. I stepped outside to find a U-Haul truck sitting across the front yard's grass. My roommates and other people were standing around it, and coming up the porch stairs was a young man, holding a large oak table top over his head. He carried it as if it weighed nothing at all. I was very impressed, for he didn't look like he had much muscle. He continued to impress with the number of items he brought into the apartment and the speed he
I moved out of my parent's house again. It was planned, not spur of the moment as my father thought. I left the badass and moved in with another one of his nieces and her boyfriend, who I was also interested in but knew I could never have. I was more like his confidant and secret intimate friend. He liked being in charge of our lives. He was the one who convinced me to move out and use my college money to pay for our rent. They both contributed, at first, but then I think it became all me. So
I found it interesting that my father was my ally. His only comment was, "If you're going to have those books in your room, you might want to make them less obvious." Ok cool.
My sister was a kindred spirit but didn't like to give it a name. I found that some of my abilities were linked to her. She was the only one who could hear me if I spoke to her inside my head. We were also both empathic, her more than me. I found my sending abilities were weak, as for my receiving abilities at times
I was in my mid to late twenties when I sat down at my computer and went exploring the topic of witchcraft. I wasn't sure, what I would find but something kept pushing me forward, in my research. The more I uncovered, the more interested I became. It wasn't at all what I expected, having been brought up Catholic, and taught that witches were evil. It wasn't a religion but a way of life. It wasn't just one path but many. It wasn't just women, men could be witches as well. But it was 10 years late
I had a dream in which I was at a fairy place in my city. It was approximately where the university is where I studied my grad degree but not exactly. It was kind of like a natural mountain that grew into a fortress organically and then had lots of additional construction built on top or elaborated around it. In the dream it was kind of considered a magnificent tourist attraction. It looked like glass and forests stacked on top of each other. Inside it was kind of like a roman forum, if that was
i was in fairyland. fairykind had selected me for a big theatrical event. fairies were telling me backstage how lucky i was that i got selected for this role "with no resume" and how strings were pulled to get me this role without the resume. i said I'm very grateful. i was trying to apply my eye makeup in the backstage mirrors, i was conscious that i have no idea how to apply eye makeup, i was fucking it up. and also of my age, that the makeup application was affected by the wrinkles, it wasn't
i was using a ticket i had been given as a gift to a "mind-spa". there was nobody else there at first but just the therapist. i was taking some kind of medications and my substance was being manipulated. i was given a funny little pair of spectacles to wear, the lenses looked like they were made of pure salt crystal, the spectacles sank into my face. there was more but i can't remember it all, but there was no problem, it was unexpected but all very comfortable and i felt no distrust, just inter
Ancient slavs both feared and venerated certain trees. One of these was the aspen tree, which has leaves so volatile they blow in the faintest of breeze. This lead the ancients to associate them with the silent mutterings of spirits and the aspen was believed to be a tree of great power which should not be touched and should be treated with great care. This is reflected in how old stakes to kill vampires were often originally fashioned out of aspen. The willow tree also had poor associations- it
I have a bit of a brown thumb some might say. I seem to struggle to love my plants the right way. Too much water. Not enough water. Not right amount of sun. Not fertalizing them right.
Its a sad struggle. The only things I succesfully grew last year was wild flowers and carrots. Everything else died are gave me no produce.
I am going to try again this year. Gonna try the 5 gallon bucket method. Just growing a few different things.
Any simple suggestions for me to try or keep in
Magic Belt of Poland
The Magic Belt of Poland is a special belt in with inscribed symbols significant in Polish folk practices which has been missing since the end of the Second World War. Replicas of some of the symbols are still sold to this day in occult shops online. The same symbols are featured in the book "Talismans and Amulets" by Felicitas H. Nelson.
The original belt was 2.28m (89" long) parchment scroll with the magic symbols inscribed on the outside and the pr
"There is evidence to suggest that rituals and beliefs associated with the pre-Christian religious system were still apparent in Poland as late as the sixteenth century7 and conflicting views among historians and ethnographers as to the nature of Slavonic pagan beliefs provoked great debate.8 One theory suggests an Ancient Greek-style pantheon of Slavonic gods and goddesses with responsibilities for individual spheres, while others argue for monotheism. The earliest mentions of Slavonic gods com
I find myself in a perfect content happiness when i plant something. Im getting things ready for the winter and i am also getting some bulbs planted. I know it is a bit late in the season to be planting bulbs, i think it will be just fine. Feels so good to be planting the seeds for the future. This makes the process sound so grand and imperative, but it is a tangible way to connect to the future. Yes there is always the chance that the bulbs I am planting now may not sprout in the spring, but t
I am opening myself up to the world again. I have, for so long, closed myself off to places, people, and things. Yet by doing this I have ended up feeling so secluded and alone. I am hating this feeling. I know I am missing so much. I want to take things on. Find the magic in the world around me again. Find more magical people in my life. I need to fall in love with things again. Romanticizes as much of my life as i possibly gain.Who wants to join me?
The papayrus collection at the University library in Oslo is not available to most people and many are not likely aware of its existance. My fascination with Egypt started at an early age, and especially my interest in Egyptian magic.
Here is a few magical papyrus that might be of interest:
Amulet - An amulet, containing a binding spell, using magical words and tokens to invoke various powers, among which Christ the Lord, to protect the house with all its inhabitants. Protection is ask
In Norwegian Trolldom "fanden" is often conjured for various things and an old favorite of mine is this spell from a 1700s Svartebok:
Walk a Thursday morning at 12 to the north church door about 9 steps before it and away from the door draw this circle witch a long stick.
This circle is made In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit that here stands before you. Then walk those 9 steps backwards in the name of the devil from the circle to the door and turn
Translation of "trolldomsformel" - trolldom is basically the name of Norwegian witchcraft, and a formel means formula. It is casting a spell.
In this blog I will share some trolldom spells, mostly ones that I have tried at one point of my life or ones that I remember or like for some reason.
I want to start with one that I was asked to cast a lot, especially by my oldest friend who had problems with nosebleeds. I used to do it all the time at school in the 80s and 90s.
This is a
Also from my IG:
A twig called a "heksekost" (or "marekost", sometimes also "huldrekost") translated to witch's broom (mare's broom - The Hulder is a Norwegian mythical creature).
- Huldra - a seductive forest creature with a cow's tail, hidden under a long skirt or dress -
The fungus Taphrina Betulina cause the broom looking twigs and they have a long tradition in Norwegian witchcraft. The broom was hung over the bed or in the barn to protect people and animals
Belonged to one of the many "witches" of Norway.
According to tradition, the witch had hidden the skeins under her skirt before she was burned at the stake, which would not catch fire.
In the end, those responsible for the execution understood something was wrong and wanted to investigate her.
Then she threw the skeins far, far away, while casting a hex, trolldom as we call it -
For as long as the skeins were left undiscovered, bad years were to fall upon the village, says a var