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I saw this movie a couple of weeks ago. It was a low-budget film but did well in drawing the viewer in with suspense. The two main characters were a young couple living together in their first house. The girl, who had had paranormal experiences in her past, asked a psychic to come to their home and see if he could help them because they were experiencing the typical signs of a haunting or the first stages of diabolical possession. The psychic told her that he was sure she was being plagued by a demon and referred her to a demonologist. The couple waited a few of weeks before calling him because of the boyfriend’s skepticism of the whole thing. The demonologist unfortunately was out of town when she finally made the call and this was after the situation had exponentially gotten worse. The boyfriend set up a camera in their bedroom and this is where most of the film is viewed from. He taunted the “demon” demanding that it show itself, evoking it to show its powers which only made the situation worse for the girl. The nightly occurrences of sounds of the footsteps coming up the stairs, scratching and pounding on the walls and door, the shadows in the room moving around and the girl on at least two separate occasions being pulled out of bed abruptly by an unseen source then dragged down the stairs, screaming in terror for help. Towards the end of the film, the girl becomes more controlled by the demon. She never seeks help from anyone other than the psychic who tells her that the demon is so powerful he can only help from a safe distance, never inside the home. At the end of the movie the demon has taken over her body and mind completely controlling her enough to make her murder her boyfriend. There are two separate endings but I will only mention one. The police are called by a friend who discovers the boyfriend’s dead body in the kitchen. They find the girl in the bedroom where she had been in a trance for more than a day after the murder, still clutching the knife she used to stab him to death. The police walk in to find her there and say “freeze!”. She suddenly wakes up from her trance, in a daze, screaming “where is mica?”. She walks towards the police, not in her right mind, holding the murder weapon. They end up shooting her because she was walking towards them in a panic with the knife in her hand. The movie ends there. The ending is so much like The Blair Witch Project in which it leaves you wanting to know more about what happens. The girl is shot and falls over but you don’t really know if she’s dead or not. The boyfriend is injured but its never really shown if he was dead or just incredibly injured and somehow stayed alive an entire day before being discovered. The psychic never mentions of the possibility of a poltergeist either which means that a demon may not have been what was possessing the girl at all. A poltergeist would also fit the description in the events that were happening to her. It was just assumed that a demon was the cause because that is what he “felt”. Overall, I would say its worth to watch at least once but don’t except any special effects or anything like that. You never see the demon or poltergeist. Its an unseen force but the way the movie is made you do feel that it’s presence is strong and very evil. And before you ask, YES it is a fake movie. It never happened in real life.


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Horrifique 6(2)


I asked God to take away my habit.
God said, No.
It is not for me to take away, but for you to give it up.

I asked God to make my handicapped child whole.
God said, No.
His spirit is whole, his body is only temporary

I asked God to grant me patience.
God said, No.
Patience is a byproduct of tribulations; it isn’t granted, it is learned.

I asked God to give me happiness.
God said, No.
I give you blessings; Happiness is up to you.

I asked God to spare me pain.
God said, No.
Suffering draws you apart from worldly cares and brings you closer to me.

I asked God to make my spirit grow.
God said, No.
You must grow on your own! But I will prune you to make you fruitful.

I asked God for all things that I might enjoy life.
God said, No.
I will give you life, so that you may enjoy all things.

I ask God to help me LOVE others, as much as He loves me.
God said…Ahhhh, finally you have the idea.

(isn’t that lovely?)

Don’t forget that tonight is the night to pick marigolds.


Warning: Graphic Story

I read a very disturbing story today online. It was about a 12 year old girl who told her mother she was being molested by her stepfather. The mother did not want to believe the girl so instead of telling the police she took her daughter to First Missionary Baptist Church to get counseling from a preacher.

The preacher, Rev. Daryl P. Bujak,  brutally spanked the girl because he thought she needed to learn not to lie. Bujak would tell her to “bend over and grab her ankles” then he would proceed to hit her at least 15 to 25 times with a piece of molding he kept hidden in his office. On many occasions he left her covered in whelps and the mother knew about it! The number of hits from the preacher would be determined by how many lies the mother said the young girl had told since her last counseling session.

Eventually the mother started to believe her daughter’s story and the stepfather now faces 5 counts of predatory criminal sexual assault. The young girl’s mother did not report the rape to police until the stepfather had filed for divorce which is all too convenient. The really sad part is that Bujak was barely punished at all. He was fined less than $400 and did not get in trouble for failure to report the rape to police. Bujak was convicted of two counts of battery but won’t serve any jail time.

The girl is now 16 and she had to testify against the preacher in court. I think the mother should face charges as well. She put her daughter through Hell simply because she didn’t want to believe what she was being told. That little girl was sexually abused at home and then beaten at church. She even said that she had to sit on her hands during normal church services because of the whelps on her bottom. She was let down by her mother, her biological father, her stepfather, the church, the preacher, the other members of her family and the justice system.  She’ll be in my thoughts  for a long time. I’ll pray that she finds kind, caring and supportive people to be in her life and help her through this tragedy.


Read this story, despite what path you are on in life

The Three Trees Once upon a mountain top, three little trees stood and dreamed of what they wanted to become when they grew up. The first little tree looked up at the stars and said: “I want to hold treasure. I want to be covered with gold and filled with precious stones. I’ll be the most beautiful treasure chest in the world!” The second little tree looked out at the small stream trickling by on it’s way to the ocean. “I want to be traveling mighty waters and carrying powerful kings. I’ll be the strongest ship in the world!” The third little tree looked down into the valley below where busy men and women worked in a busy town. “I don’t want to leave the mountain top at all. I want to grow so tall that when people stop to look at me, they’ll raise their eyes to heaven and think of God. I will be the tallest tree in the world.”

Years passed. The rain came, the sun shone, and the little trees grew tall. One day three woodcutters climbed the mountain. The first woodcutter looked at the first tree and said, “This tree is beautiful. It is perfect for me.” With a swoop of his ax, the first tree fell. “Now I shall be made into a beautiful chest, I shall hold wonderful treasure!” The first tree said. The second woodcutter looked at the second tree and said, “This tree is strong. It is perfect for me.” With a swoop of his ax, the second tree fell. “Now I shall sail mighty waters!” thought the second tree. “I shall be a strong ship for mighty kings!” The third tree felt her heart sink when the last woodcutter looked her way. She stood straight and tall and pointed bravely to heaven. But the woodcutter never even looked up. “Any kind of tree will do for me,” he muttered. With a swoop of his ax, the third tree fell.

The first tree rejoiced when the woodcutter brought her to a carpenter’s shop. But the carpenter fashioned the tree into a feedbox for animals. The once beautiful tree was not covered with gold, nor with treasure. She was coated with saw dust and filled with hay for hungry farm animals. The second tree smiled when the woodcutter took her to a shipyard, but no mighty sailing ship was made that day. Instead the once strong tree was hammered and sawed into a simple fishing boat. She was too small and too weak to sail to an ocean, or even a river; instead she was taken to a little lake. The third tree was confused when the woodcutter cut her into strong beams and left her in a lumberyard. “What happened?” The once tall tree wondered. “All I ever wanted was to stay on the mountain top and point to God…”

Many, many days and night passed. The three trees nearly forgot their dreams. But one night, golden starlight poured over the first tree as a young woman placed her newborn baby in the feedbox. “I wish I could make a cradle for him.” her husband whispered. The mother squeezed his hand and smiled as the starlight shone on the smooth and the sturdy wood. “This manger is beautiful.” she said. And suddenly the first tree knew he was holding the greatest treasure in the world.

One evening a tired traveler and his friends crowded into the old fishing boat. The traveler fell asleep as the second tree quietly sailed out into the lake. Soon a thundering and thrashing storm arose. The little tree shuddered. She knew she did not have the strength to carry so many passengers safely through with the wind and the rain. The tired man awakened. He stood up, stretched out his hand, and said, “Peace.” The storm stopped as quickly as it had begun. And suddenly the second tree knew she was carrying the king of heaven and earth.

One Friday morning, the third tree was startled when her beams were yanked from the forgotten woodpile. She flinched as she was carried through an angry jeering crowd. She shuddered when soldiers nailed a man’s hands to her. She felt ugly and harsh and cruel. But on Sunday morning, when the sun rose and the earth trembled with joy beneath her, the third tree knew that God’s love had changed everything. It had made the first tree beautiful. It had made the second tree strong. And every time people thought of the third tree, they would think of God. That was better than being the tallest tree in the world.

Due to a recent incident, I will be using my other blog for posting about my personal life. I will remain using this blog for gardening, wicca, paganism, random stuff, humor and all the other topics I write about. If you want the link to my other blog just ask me because I will not post it on here.

I hope everyone had a wonderful Imbolc. Spring is just around the corner 🙂

Oh, I plan to make a few post and new videos about witchcraft and gardening soon because its almost that time of the year again. I’m so excited. I’ve already started work on the garden in my yard. I built at least four raised bed gardens the other day.  Yeah they were “easy” to make but lifting the boards and then dragging them in place was the worst part. At least its done though.

I Love you all

Brightest Blessings. Have a great day 🙂



Beltane is a Pagan holiday that takes place on May 1st in the northern hemisphere and November 1st in the southern hemisphere. In Wicca this type of holiday is called a Sabbat. Beltane is the first day of the bright half of the year. This day is used to celebrate the flowering of life and the spring plants that are now fully awake after sleeping during the winter months. Beltane is also known as May Day, May Eve and Walpurgis Night.

The smoke and fire of Beltane are meant to bring good luck to all people and animals that pass through it. This is where the act of jumping over fires in Wicca and Witchcraft originate. The men would first jump over the fire wishing for good luck. When the flames died down and were lower the females would jump over and do the same. After the fire had died down enough so that only smoke was rising the children were briefly passed through it, in careful hands, to ensure they would have good luck as well. The Druids were known to pass their cattle through the smoke of a Beltane fire to protect them. The Beltane fire is made from nine different types of wood.

The two most common activities on Beltane are the lighting of the Bonfires and dancing around the May Pole. The gathering of flowers to exchange with others is also a well known practice. The dew that rest on the plants before the sun rises on Beltane is said to bring health, luck and beauty if you wash your face with it. Water used for rituals and spells can also be collected from fresh springs or any natural running water source on this day.

The food cooked on Beltane is normally made from early or cool season vegetables. A few you might want to try are radishes, lettuce, beets, cabbage, asparagus, rhubarb, broccoli, kohlrabi, spinach, chard, brussel sprouts and peas. All of those could be used alone or in combination with each other to make soups, garnishes, salads and other delicious dishes.

The main decoration for Beltane is fresh flowers. Women often braid the flowers into their hair, make flower necklaces and floral crowns while chatting and sitting together in a circle. The whole point is to have fun and be “alive” in spirit just as the plants and animals are. Herbs are also used in combination with the flowers and contribute their own aromas.

This is my own personal code of ethics for my life and work in magick.

1. I will not work magick mindlessly.
2. I will not be dishonest unless it is absolutely necessary.
3. I will not steal unless it is in order to survive.
4. I will not work magick for someone if it goes against my ethics and standards.
5. All life is sacred.
6. I will not manipulate others unless it is in self defense.
7. I will harm none unless I am threatened or a member of my family is threatened.
8. I will not judge others because they are on a different path.
9. I will treat others as I want to be treated.
10. I will help fellow witches to the best of my ability when necessary.
11. I will give back to the Earth and help protect her.
12. I will always be open to communication unless repeated failure occurs and no solution can be made.
13. I will always be loving and compassionate towards animals.
14. The energy I send out will come back into my life.
15. I am responsible for my own actions.

A dream diary is an essential tool of magick. Every dream you have needs to start being recorded. From day one of your practice its vital to record all dreams because it is through dreaming that spiritual messages and higher learning sometimes occur. Over time you will be able to see a pattern to your dreams. Your dreams might be scarier the more stressed you are in your daily life, you might dream of being chased when you’re avoiding something, etc. Dreams are a window into our innerselves. On the nights you don’t remember your dreams you should still write that down. Simply write “I chose not to remember my dreams last night”.

There are three main ways to record your dreams. The first being a journal or notebook, the second methed would be to use a digital voice recorder and the third is using your pc or laptop to keep a digital log of your dreams. However you decide to do this make sure you do it every morning. The longer you are awake the more of your dreams you forget. Try to write in your dream diary as soon as you wake up.

Tip: Before falling asleep at night tell yourself “I will remember my dreams” several times.

The answer is no. You can be Wiccan and use Celtic practices or beliefs but you could not call yourself a Celtic Pagan. Wicca in itself is a religion that incorporates different Pagan religions into one. Celtic Paganism is a different religion with a separate belief structure. The two are not the same. I consider myself an Eclectic Pagan because I incorporate beliefs and ideas from multiple Pagan religions including Celtic, Norse, Egyptian and Roman Paganism as well as Wicca and a few others.

Book of rituals, prayers and spells – This is also called a Book of Shadows. Keep records of all your magickal workings, recipes, written spells or prayers.

Book of Dreams – Sometimes called a Book of Mirrors, this book is where you should write down your dreams plus your meditation and divination experiences.

Pagan Organizer – You can use any kind of organizer to record full moon dates, sabbats, lunar phases and any other events you want to include. This is a great way to always know what you need to prepare for on a weekly and monthly bases.

Address Book – If you are a solitary Pagan then over the years you will probably talk and share ideas with other witches or Pagans. Write down their contact information in any address book so that you can call upon them if you should need help in magickal workings, healing or any prayer request. Covens might not allow member information to be recorded so make sure you know its permissible before you do this. Keep this book in a safe, protected place.

Covens in your area – Pagan groups, despite what path, love to work together. You can call upon different covens close to your location and ask about prayer request for healing or other important matters. Most of the time they will be willing to spend a few extra minutes at their next gathering to send some energy your way.

Label your herbs – Herbs do expire, some faster than others. Always record the date you started using any herb on the bottle or baggie. Do some simple research and find out how long each herb will keep (google it). Record the expiration date on the label as well. In your book of shadows you could make a page just for the expiration dates for your herbs. This will help you know when you need to get more of any herb before you run out.