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(poem by: R. A. Melos )

Still your mind,
and still your soul,
heed the words that make you grow,
listen to the winds of the sages,
learn the wisdom of the mages,
handed down to us from the ages.

Time is ours,
but only fleeting,
hear the wings of eternity beating,
soon enough we’ll all be meeting,
and each of us merrily greeting.

The moon will be full,
and round,
and bright.
And we’ll be wisked away,
in the dead of night.
To the place we are meant to be,
to learn and grow,
and maybe see,
a spectre of what we should be.

Time is ours,
frozen, but brief,
allowing us to release our grief,
to open our hearts and minds once more,
and step through the sacred door,
of time and space, and futures past,
to teach us the spells to cast.
So we may once again be free,
to live and love and blessed be.

So still your mind,
and still your soul,
and open your heart,
and set yourself free,
on this Samhain, I challenge thee.
Learn the truth from mages old,
the truth which was foretold.
The time is right, the night is new,
we can learn what not to do.

Warnings from the great beyond,
we’ll heed them or all cry,
for lies can no longer be told,
when you look me in the eye.
I’ve learned a lesson, bold and true,
and now there are but a few,
who understand the depth of change,
and how we all must rearrange,
our thinking and goals,
for times anew,
if the world is to survive,
for me and you.

We’ve got our work cut out for us,
my friend.
And we must not fail,
before the end,
or all will be lost,
and fate will be no more,
and finally the great beyond,
will close the door.

Time and space will exist no more,
my friend,
my familiar,
we must work to prevent war.
Peace must prevail for ten thousand years,
and we must make sure it does.
Our souls eternal bond will hold,
as our bodies grow old.
Fear not the great beyond,
my friend,
for it is a beginning,
not an end.

Our work will continue for eternity,
until everlasting peace shall set us free.

I came across this recently. I loved it and wanted to share this poem with all of you.

Do Not rely on any single book or source when figuring out information about an herb. Spend a little time going through multiple sources.

Learn if the herb is poisonous or edible.

Buy it – if its legal in your area.

Use in a cooking recipe – if edible. If you’re not sure Do Not consume it until you have found out.

Draw it in a sketchbook.

Learn its scientific and common name.

Write detailed descriptions of the herbs aroma, texture, color, etc.

Make an herbal tea – if applicable.

Using multiple resources, determine its magickal properties such as love, luck, protection, etc.

Learn which herbs have similar magickal properties.

Grow the herb – if possible.

Read stories and mythology that mention the herb.

Burn as an incense – if applicable.

Learn the herbs that be can used to substitute it if your herb is ever out of stock or not available.

Learn to recite 5 to 10 useful facts about the herb.

Make an herbal sachet – if applicable.

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

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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.

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The rainbow I could see from my house

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In Greek mythology Iris was the Goddess of the rainbow. Her name has two meanings which are rainbow and messenger. When a rainbow was seen it was thought that Iris was delivering a message from the Gods and the rainbow was her path from the sky to the Earth or Sea.

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 🙂

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This is by one of my favorite poets Christina Rossetti
 (1830-1894)

Flowers preach to us if we will hear:

The rose saith in the dewy morn:

I am most fair;

Yet all my loveliness is born

Upon a thorn.

The poppy saith amid the corn:

Let but my scarlet head appear

And I am held in scorn;

Yet juice of subtle virtue lies

Within my cup of curious dyes.

The lilies say: Behold how we

Preach without words of purity.

The violets whisper from the shade

Which their own leaves have made:

Men scent our fragrance on the air,

Yet take no heed

Of humble lessons we would read.

But not alone the fairest flowers:

The merest grass

Along the roadside where we pass,

Lichen and moss and sturdy weed,

Tell of His love who sends the dew,

The rain and sunshine too,

To nourish one small seed.

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Nine woods in the Cauldron go,
Burn them fast and burn them slow;

Birch in the fire goes,
To represent what the Lady knows;

Oak gives the forest towers might,
In the fire brings the God’s insight;

Rowan is the tree of power,
Causing life and magick to flower;

Willows at the waterside stand,
To aid the journey to the Summerland;

Hawthorn is burned to purify,
And draw faerie to your eye;

Hazel, the tree of wisdom and learning,
Adds its strength to the bright fire burning;

White are the flowers of Apple tree,
That brings us fruits of fertility;

Grapes that grow upon the vine,
Giving us both joy and wine;

Fir does mark the evergreen,
To represent immortality seen;

Elder is the Lady’s tree,
Burn it not or cursed you’ll be!

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.

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There are many different tarot decks to choose from. Beginners can easily get lost in all of them resulting in getting a deck that doesn’t work. The Moon Oracle is beautiful but to a beginner is almost useless. Its best to start with one that is well known such as the Rider Waite Tarot. After you’ve mastered that deck then you can move on to others. You can expect to spend at least one year getting comfortable with each different Tarot deck you want to use. It is normal to take two or more years of study to learn the Rider Waite tarot deck alone and this is one of the easier ones. It is compiled of over 70 cards. Each of which you must make a personal connection with and also remember its meaning and significance. Do the math. Lets say you spend 5 days of study on each card. That is at least 350 days. But what if you need more time than that? Most people do and this is why it takes so long to learn. The end result is well worth it though.

An example of how I use the Tarot: I practice magick and therefore must make sure that before doing a spell I won’t be sending out energy that could later cause me problems. Using the Tarot I can tell if the spell I’m about to do will have a positive or negative effect. If its negative then usually I won’t do it and instead think of another way or a different spell to solve my problem.

I’ll write more on using the Tarot in the future.

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.

I’ve been trying to find an actual purpose for my blog. Amongst the random thoughts I post on here I’d like to write something worthwhile. This is a Pagan blog so obviously paganism is a topic i’ll occassionally write about. I was thinking about the topic of Magick though. Most Pagans practice Magick although the definition of it varies. Every thought that produces an action could be called magick however practioners know its actually much deeper than that.
I’m going to start posting lessons and experiences I’ve had while practicing magick over the years. These are my personal experiences so this blog isn’t meant to be a how-to guide. I can share what I’ve learned but I do not consider myself a teacher or guide. We are all students when it comes to magick. You might find that my methods don’t suit you. If this happens then I hope my blog posts will inspire you to seek out a method that works better for your needs. There is no one way to practice magick.

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.