Friday, December 28, 2012

My First Short Story

Here is a story I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed wirting it

It was a cold winter night there was a storm brewing up outside; which made the windows rattle. The storm felt unnatural  to me like some one was conjuring it up. I wonder who would want a storm of this magnitude. Since it was so late into the night I did not wonder for to long. So I make sure the windows and door were locked tight. I do not want the storm to throw them open and for and added protection I place a protection sigil on each one just to make sure. When I awoke the next day I was glad to see that my house was exactly the way I left it when i went to bed. So off to face the world.
I had a few chore to get done to today that i could not put off so I got me a glass of tea and lite my cigarette and got ready for the day.

So waiting for my friend Sally to pick me up and take me to a few stores to get things for the household. While we were at the Walmart Sally got a a call from our coven mate Mike. Mike was rambling on about some crazy dreams he had last night I told him we would call him back when we were in the car. No sooner then the call with Mike ended I got a text message from Jan say "911 CALL ME SOMETHING WEIRD HAPPEN" I looked at Sally and asked her "What the Hell is going on!". Sally said i don't know but something is off I could not sleep at all last night and my cat Shadow was bouncing off the wall all night last night I though it was just the storm"  I looked at here and said "You are right it was the storm. but I am not  what not quite sure what but that storm was not natural. So let get out of here and call Mike and Jan." On the way to cheek out I told Sally we need to grab some white candles so i grabbed like 12 white tappers and went to cheek out.
The clerk that rang us up was a woman in her middle 40's. She was making small talk and the chat came around to last nights storm and the clerk said in a low whisper that there was power to be had now the challenge has begun." I paid for my purchase and head out the door with a polite thank you and have a blessed day."

So back in the car we called Mike and Jan and had a conference. Mike had dreams of him ruling the world as a very powerful  wizard. Jan could not sleep at all and here cat was running all night long and hissing at nothing. And the crazy message  from the clerk I sent Sally back in to talk to the clerk but the clerk had no memory of saying those words to me at all. This tells me that some thing magickal was going on. So I call for a coven meeting for tomorrow night. which would give me some time to look in to things a bit.

I had Sally take me to the shop. I own a pagan and witchcraft shop called the Magick Shop. Seth was working in the shop today. I walk up to him and gave him a kiss. Seth is my business partner and boyfriend. I ask Seth how did he sleep and what did he think of the storm. Seth told me that he had some weird dreams and all his magickal alarms were going off. Seth is a genius when it comes to magickal alarms systems. So he was up all night cheeking then because they keep going off for no reason yet there had to be a reason for it. I was going to get to the bottom of this

In the back of the Magick Shop .was a few rooms my office, class space, and then there the temple That I provide for the community and my coven Circle of the Mystic Cauldron. As I headed to the back I stopped at the herb counter and grabbed some eyebright mug wort and a few other scrying herbs and went to my office. There were several messages left for me on my desk, most of them were about the Storm. I knew what I had to do  so I grabbed my Book of Shadow off the bookshelf. As I flipped threw the pages I felt the magick of wisdom past start to stir. I looked up the scying incense recipe; and started to grind the herbs. I noticed that i forgot to grab any sandalwood oil so I had to get up and get some. When I went back in the the shop to get the oil I noticed this very cute  yet dark man flirting Seth and talking about obtain power and how when power is to be had nature becomes unbalanced and there a chance for storms when there should not be  and other strange weather patterns. So I walked over and joined their conversation. and asked this guy "what kind of power is there to be gained."  His reply was "the power of all power the power of qwerty." I said "Ok" and excused myself  and went back to the office. I did not give a second thought to what the strange was talking  about. Part of the down fall to running a pagan shop you get all kinds of crazy  that comes threw the door with all kinds of stories.

So I mix the incense and and asked Seth to bring me a scying mirror. I went about to setting up the altar and when Seth walked in he stop at the door and was frozen in his tracks. I followed his eyes only to see the pages of my book of shadows flipping on there own. I looked at Seth and we both said. "What The Fuck!" We went to the book and the pages stop moving  and was felt open to a spell. Spell to know the unknown. Some one walked into the shop and Seth left the mirror and went to attend to the customer. I had to get to work.

So I filled in the coven as to what is happen and all had reports if unusual things. I told then about how the pages of the book flipped on their own and  the spell it went to. I felt that we had to cast that spell  to see what going on. So we all went to gathered the herbs oils stones and everything that was needed for the spell We gathered back in the temple. and went to work. Mike casted the circle and Kelly called the quarters and Seth and I the Goddess and God. We all joined hands and raised the cone of power. Now it was time to cast the spell  we did all the required  task all was left to was the final incantation. I led the coven in the chant " ut sit lux occulta ignota revelatum est ego nunc scire" Which translates to " let what is hidden come to light the unknown is revealed I now know. We finished our ritual. While we were chatting after the rite Mike started to scream "the blood the blood so much blood" He was caught in a vision  when he came back to reality the told he that he saw nothing but fighting covens and it all ended badly. I said let call it a night and let take the three days before we start to talk about the spell.

The next day I was going threw some old boxes in the storage room of the Magick Shop. I came across this old book that was not mine I thought that it must have belonged to the past owner so I gave him a call only to find out that this book did not belong to him. I sat down at my desk and began to read this book and it talked about  a special time where the gods give up their power to the humans. This took place at a special time called Qwerty.and gave some astrology correspondences. I admit that i am not good when it comes to the stars so I call Jan.

Jan and I was sitting there look at this book  and the info about Qwerty. By Jan's calculations this time was happen now. So we read more about Qwerty. This transference of power has happen only once before. A witch named Kassandra that live in ancient Greece; once performed the ritual and was succeeded only to be destroyed by the power. She went mad and slaughter her whole village including her own children.There was also a warning. "When the time of Qwerty arrives only one with a pure heart can stop the destruction of Qwerty; only if the chosen one can restore the balance." I looked at Jan and asked what she thought. Jan said "We need help let's call on the spirits of the Witches of the Past." So Jan and I set to conjuring the Witches. the said told us to gather the coven and come back.

The coven  just finished the summon spell  and the Witches form the Past arrived. They told us what we read was true that Qwerty was happening. The also stated that that we have to hurry they would lead us to the place but there were others on the same quest. So we had to hurry. The Witches said they would help us for our coven contained the chosen one yet they did not know they were the chosen one. Mike is going led us to the spot he was dreaming about  that was in the middle of the woods. Kelly grabbed some herbs and started to mix up something. She was grabbing herbs left and right. When I asked her what she was making she said she does not know  she was just doing what The Witches told her.

We are all rushing into the woods being led be Mike only to come to a stone altar. I know this place well I come out to this spot often. I never told any one about the spot not even Seth. but the Place was not as remember. The stone was split in half to reveal a metal box. This box must have been buried for lifetimes it was so old I walk up to touch the box only to be stop  by an old woman  she said "I am Kassandra the keeper of Qwerty there are many who would claim this prize. why should you have it?" I looked at her and said "I should not have it but return it to the Gods for there power is great but is not for humans. This power shall have no human claim it." Kassandra replied " the chosen one as arrived and claimed his prize and he shall have all the knowledge of Qwerty." There was this big bright flash of light and the earth started to rumble. I suddenly found my self in my office with drool dripping from my mouth and Seth was standing at the door to my office asking about the new shipment of date books and where to put them.

I got up and gave a stretch to my sleepy muscles and I realized I felt better then ever powerful and full of life. "Qwerty I thought it was more then a dream it was real and I now know the wisdom of true power.


Friday, July 20, 2012

A song from the Goddess

This song reminds me of the Goddess every time I here it

I'll stand by you

Oh, why you look so sad?
Tears are in your eyes
Come on and come to me now
Don't be ashamed to cry
Let me see you through
'Cause I've seen the dark side too

When the night falls on you
You don't know what to do
Nothin' you confess, could make me love you less

I'll stand by you, I'll stand by you
Won't let nobody hurt you
I'll stand by you

So, if you're mad, get mad
Don't hold it all inside
Come on and talk to me now

Hey, what you got to hide?
I get angry too
Well I'm a lot like you

When you're standing at the crossroads
And don't know which path to choose
Let me come along
'Cause even if you're wrong

I'll stand by you, I'll stand by you
Won't let nobody hurt you
I'll stand by you

Take me in, into your darkest hour
And I'll never desert you
I'll stand by you

And when, when the night falls on you, baby
You're feelin' all alone
You won't be on your own

I'll stand by you, I'll stand by you
Won't let nobody hurt you
I'll stand by you
Take me in, into your darkest hour
And I'll never desert you

I'll stand by you, I'll stand by you
Won't let nobody hurt you
I'll stand by you

Won't let nobody hurt you
I'll stand by you
I'll stand by you
Won't let nobody hurt you

I'll stand by you
No, no, no, no, no
Take me in, into your darkest hour
And I'll never desert you
I'll stand by you
I'll stand by you

Tuesday, July 3, 2012

My Dark Night of the Soul

For those that do not know me personaly I suffer from Depression. This is nothing new to me. I have founds ways to cope and it is not much of an issue for to long. Well this pass week I have had a experience that was beyond depression. I was lost in a Dark Night of the Soul.

The Dark Night of the Soul is a time in you life where you give up all hope. Some say that this dark time is cause due to a lack of a connection to the Divine. While others state that is is a lesson in spritual evloution.  I belive it might be a bit of both.

I just went through a Dark Night of the Soul and it was not fun. I saw nothing. wanted nothing needed nothing. I was lost in the dark with no light. When my depression hits I usualy find the light and pull my self out of it. This was different. All of my fears and insecurites came at in a mad rage. Thought of Sucide were real I even looked up ways to do it and what happen if fail. I could not see the light of the Goddess. or the love of my friends. All there was hurt and pain. I did not care if i ate or bathed. I stayed in my room locked in my head of darkness. I  relived some of the most scaring emontional times in my life.Who the hell want to relive there painful past. I was lost I was enjoying the feel of a cold blade upon my skin. I could not ask for help I could not take what was there. I felt nothing but sadness and anger. I refused the love of the people around me. I was leaving the earth and all this pain. I started by removing myself from social networking. Now I am not online or answering my phone for anybod. People are trying to give me love and support; but I wanted to feel the pain and the saddness. I wanted the darkness.

Well I was lost in the dark pain. My coven members are having dreams of me. I also was trying to block them out of my aura. I guess that by trying to do this it has a reverse effect and created more feed of info. I was realy lost. My Priest and his partner came by to cheek on me ect. I had a chat with him which i did not listen with my ears. throught out the chat I saw the look on my Priests' partners face and it was turly horibale. After they left I of coruse went back to bed I been in bed for the past 4 days. I was trying to go to sleep and I keep seening that face and hering my Priests' words  "to help others with their pain you must know pain." . Well latter that day I finaly got out of bed. Some times when you are lost in the dark and you can not see the light is because you are not looing what is behind you. It took my Priest to come over and slap me with  light before I learned this

Thursday, June 14, 2012

Joys of a Coven

As a Sottary Witch you start to feel alone. When the Full Moon comes around and you find that you are the only in the Circle. When that spell you been working on finaly came to manifestion and you want to share with others. I know I have been there I have been working witchcraft alone since i started. There are many joys to working alone do not take me wrong. Like not having to amend the ritual to fit the need of others. If you mess up it is no one falt and no one else can get caught in the back fire form a spell gone wrong. ect.

 I have been working with a coven for the past year. This Coven is Great. I met other people to share my magick with. I got to learn new forms of magick; like the ritual of the lesser bansishing pentacle. I never want to learn it becaise it Christian connection. Turns out I was missing out in one the best bansishing ritual ever.

I got to learn the joy sharing in a feast in the name of the gods.  Join hands and forming the Circle. Feeling the power of the Gods move through us and connect each and ever one of us. Dancing around the fire or leaping the fire if you are brave. The Wine share in good toast and blessing all around. The stories told of each members magical past last on for hours. Each member has a speical gift that they bring to the circle. Like the Voodoo guy and then there the Magician the Kitchen Witch a Wiccan The Guardain. ect. Each one is differnet but we are all the same A child of Magick.

Each memeber of the Coven plays a imporant part wheather it is know or not. Some lessons are learned the hard way and ties have to be cut; but there were lessons learned in those sad time to be taught let us learn them well. Working together we create maricals we even cure cancer once. We have created love and became a family. Each one of us has things to teach and skills to offer to help make our life much easier. By the Mystic Alchemy of the Goddess does a Coven like this one exist. So may differnt oppions  so many  tradtions and paths working together as one

I have gain many new friends and a whole new family that joys of working with a coven is great for me at least I still work as a solitary witch but I am so glad that the Goddess led me to  my Coven.

Sunday, June 3, 2012

Surfing the Internet or Scrying

Scrying is the art of using a reflective surface to see in the to astral world to get info. So I been thinking about the Internet and how it is like Scrying. We sit in front of a screen and make request for info. With the the right commands the info is presented on the screen.  Compared to Scrying where you sit in front of a mirror or bowl of water connecting to the astral and with the right commands the info that you are seeking is in printed on to the reflective surface of the mirror or water. Sound the same to me. So when I turn on my laptop in search of info I am scrying  just with the Internet .

Saturday, June 2, 2012

so you want to be a witch eh?

12 Dec 2007

So you want to be a Witch eh?

So, You Wanna Be A Witch, Eh?
Well sit right here, by my side
and I'll tell you the secrets of the tide ...
And just get comfy, honey child,
while I speak of nature, free and wild.
But you don't have a cloak, or a pointed hat?
Bah! and Piffle! ... What's with that?
The Witch is worn within the soul,
not donned for occasions, or kept in a bowl.
When you think of Witches, you tremble at magick?
Oh, silly girl, that is indeed tragic!
Well take a deep breath, and hold tight to my hand,
and together we'll dream to the edge of the land ..
where forest and sky kiss the edge of the waters.
Where spirits as we claim a kinship with daughters
of elements born before words are remembered,
where feelings .. and thoughts .. are no longer hindered.
Tis the everyday things that witches are aware of.
The sun and the moon and the wee tiny cherub,
who tugs at our heart strings and drives us to madness,
yet gives us such joy, and fills us with gladness
A soft gentle rain, nudging buds to full flower.
Hurricane! Twister! .. Such terrible power.
Candles, and heart fire, warming and scented
Forests ablaze, volcanic stacks vented!
A mantle of snow, both preserves and gives pleasure.
Avalanche! Iceberg! .. So full of treasure
The warmth of the Sun bringing life we so cherish
Bleak desert landscape. Burnt tundra, we perish
Now open your eyes and look closely at me
You came here so fearful, now what do you see?
A kindly old woman? An evil old hag?
A cloak of maturity? A dirty old rag?
Both sides of the coin, Light and Dark we encompass
Good and Evil abide, and still walk among us.
So be very sure, that a Witch you will be
for we own it all .. you and me .. you and me.
© 1997 .. Jacci Sutton aka Paniteowl

the witch alone

12 Dec 2007

The witch alone

The Witch Alone
(by Scott Cunningham)

Beyond the town, beneath the moon
Beside the standing stone
There lives a woman, fair of faith
We call the witch alone
She sings to sun and moon and stars
And gathers herbs and weeds
With which she fashions ancient charms
And other magic deeds
She worships not at altars built
By hands of mortal men
But in the misty glade
Beyond the farthest glen
What need has she of flashing swords
Of crystals glowing bright
Of censors and of colored cords
That grace the wiccan rite?
Her tools are fashioned from the earth
And wind and fire and rain
Her rites are dances wild and free
That call the gods amain
When spring and summer pass to fall
And twilight fills her eyes
She'll lie upon the browning grass
And smile as she dies
For though she leaves her mortal shell
Of flesh and blood and bone
She knows she does not die but lives
On, as the witch alone....