The Super New Moon in Pisces : Third & Last New Moon of the Winter Solstice, A Christo-Pagan perspective & Astrological Links

The New Moon in Pisces by Cocorrina & Co

Many of you know that among the many traditions I practice, is an esoteric or occult form of Christianity and Judaism. From a Judeo-Christian perspective, this is the time for magic with Rabbi Yeshua Ben Yosef (Jesus Son of Joseph). Because of the miracle of the Fish, it was later taken as an early Christian symbol for his people.

The Gospel of Yohanan (John) 21:1-14, Yeshua replicates the fish and loaves of bread to feed everyone

In modern Astrology, the new moon is seen as a time of beginnings. In ancient astrology however, it’s a time of the dead. And often considered a time of bad luck. For the Romans, the Nones or New Moon was so unlucky, it didn’t even have a God presiding over it. Which meant it was devoid of power.

One would see two different perspectives here. One is the idea of miracles repeating. In modern astrology, Wiccans and other groups perform wishing rituals in which they burn papers with wishes and desires on them using magical candles. The request is sent to the universe. And in theory, the universe obliges you.

It’s a little more complicated than that, but that’s for another time.

The Christianized version of the Celtic Imbolc festival

So the miracle of the replicating fish makes a lot of sense here. In a sense you are replicating your desires and reeling them in with a net. But more important than that is enlightenment. The idea that Yeshua and his followers would become “fishers of men” and that rather than kill them, like fish, the men caught in his net would live forever. This isn’t me trying to convert you.

Depictions of Yeshua holding a magic wand

I’m speaking strictly of Christo-Pagan mysticism. Yeshua’s movement started out as a mystery religion. Where members were eventually sworn to secrecy. And they taught great magics. Including the ability to command the spirits.

“Summoning the Spirits” by Edison Alves

To exorcise entities. To heal among other things. Sometimes just by speaking it into existence. But modern Christians follow the bloody dogma of the council of Nicea. The false doctrines of the Emperor Constantine I of Rome.

And with these false doctrines, the religion was demystified. Most of the love, hope, and the wonder this faith once taught, is gone. Like a chalice of fine wine that has been drained.

Meditate with the stars. And allow your miracles to grow.

Not just financial miracles. Everyone prays for more money. But not everyone stops to ask why do we pray for more money. And the answer to that question, is that we’re addicted to it. We live in a world where in most of the planet, you don’t have access to clean drinking water without money.

And thus this is also a time for us to see if we can make our dreams come true without money. Or if we do need it, how to replicate it. But not to become engulfed in selfishness. And not to be slaves of it. And that is probably the most important part of this lesson to learn.

How not to become enslaved by a material force.

Yeshua depicted as a Roman Wizard with a magic wand raising Lazarus from the dead. Notice he’s also clean shaven. From the article :
Jesus Holding a Magic Wand?
Supernatural depictions of Jesus in Early Christian art

Instead how to use the spirit to work with the material. Because material doesn’t have to be “evil” like many religions teach. I can hear my Gnostic Christian brethren screaming “blasphemy!” but it’s true. Just because something is dense or physical, does not innately make it bad. What’s bad is how it’s used.

But this is also a time of the dead. And it coincides not only with the Roman Parentalia, but also the Greek Anthesteria. Both being times to honor the dead. So the New Moon is a perfect and auspicious time for necromancers and those who work with the ancestors. In fact it magnifies those influences.

Also, Yeshua is a very chthonic God. After all he died and rose from the dead. And was a great necromancer of his time.

Baraka, Asherah, and the Gods of Ancient Palestine

Asherah (GOD the Mother) the GODDESS, the sister and wife of Adonai. Notice her depictions even in ancient statues are very close if not identical to imagery of the Virgin Mary. She is the Supreme Queen of Heaven. She and her daughter Sophia were renamed “the Holy Spirit” in the Bible. Notice almost all descriptions of the Holy Spirit or wisdom show it as a feminine force.

Now more to the point, there is type of energy in Hebrew magic called berakhah. Sometimes written as barak, baraka, bracha, brokho, brokhe. It can be translated as blessing or benediction. One person, a Judeo Christian mystic told me it’s also used sometimes for the word “lightning“. As the energy appears almost electrical sometimes.

It is a blessing or gift we all have which comes from the Elohim (the powerful ones). The ancient Hebrew Gods. Before Monotheism took hold over Judaism. There were many types of Elohim. In fact it’s believed by many that the Greek God Adonis was originally the Hebrew God Adon.

Each of the Elohim were children of Adonai (the Lord) and his wife and sister Asherah. God the Mother, the Mother Goddess. Asherah once had her idol right next to the ark of the covenant. It was a wooden pole dressed like a palm tree, which was sacred to her. Eventually the fanatical sect that worshiped only Adonai, cut down her pole.

The Asherah Pole

And they destroyed imagery associated with the other Elohim. The Bible rewrote this horrific genocide and persecution as “righteousness” and “the will of Adonai”. In my work about Ghosts in Judeo-Christian religion I talk about how King Saul banned witches across Palestine. Despite the fact that witchcraft was a fixture in the Jewish faith. Even under his rule.

And the Witch of Endor was frightened of him being in her house. She believed he would kill her where he stood. Even though he came to her for answers when Adonai would no longer speak to him. It’s interesting here because the Bible acknowledges that her powers are real. And she actually did summon the Prophet Samuel’s Ghost.

It’s even more interesting because it’s mentioned that

“He inquired of Adonai, but Adonai did not answer him by dreams, or Urim, or prophets”.

– 1 Samuel 28:6

A Tzaddik, or Jewish Sorcerer

Urim is the casting of lots by the way. It was popular in the Middle East back then. These were considered acceptable ways to work with God. But when a Pagan does it to talk to their God/Goddess it’s “evil”. It isn’t the only time this happens by the way.

There are many cases of Jewish witches and wizards across the Bible. Including the prophets and priests of Israel who performed all sorts of ceremonial high magic.

The ark of the covenant attended to by one of the Kohanim, the ancient priests of Palestine descended from Aaron, the brother of Moshe (Moses)

Baraka is a divine power granted to worshippers of these Gods. Like the awen granted by the Irish Tuatha de Dannan. The ashe given by the Orishas of Nigeria. The ekat by the Netjer and Netjeru of Egypt, these are all powers. Some have the Baraka that grants prophesy.

Others material wealth. Still others healing. It all depends on the person and what they desire both in this and the other world. Now there are many Gods in this pantheon to work with. But for the sake of this article, I am specifically going to mention two :

Baal (Lord) Hammon, the God of fertility and renewer of all energy. And Dagon, originally a Sumerian God of fertility and fish. But as a Jewish mystic once told me,

“Many of the Gods in Hebrew Polytheism, originally came from the Sumerians,”

He also explained that holy symbols came from them too. The Star of David for instance. And even the Seal of the Prophets in Islam, were based on Sumerian symbols. Even the Hindus have much from the Sumerians. So as with many ancient religions of the Middle East, they are often our forefathers and foremothers.

Fertility Gods, particularly those who renew life and energy are perfect for prosperity Magic. And Lord Dagon also bring

How to work with Baraka

The Light of God
Image comes from Rabbi Fryer Modzin’s meditation videos on YouTube

Judeo-Christian witches and polytheists have a radically different perspective of the following text.

“Thou shalt not worship other Gods before me,” – Shemot (Exodus) chapter 20, verse 3.

If you read the Bible, you’ll know that Adonai asks for a lot of different offerings during the whole day. But he requires offerings at the very beginning of the day. And then a final offering at the end of the day as well. Now what does that sound like? A Gatekeeper! In the Greek religion it’s Hestia. In Santeria it’s Elegua.

In Vodou it’s Papa Legba. And some Occult Catholics view St. Peter as the Gatekeeper of the Christian religion. Chosen by Jesus because of the text where Jesus grants him the key to Heaven. And of course Protestant style magic users view Yeshua himself as the Gatekeeper for God. In my case I choose either Adonai or Yeshua.

Or sometimes Simeon son of Yonah (Simon son of Jonah). The original Hebrew name for Peter, before Yeshua gave him a new name after his initiation into his Mysteries. Or I choose Chokmah (Wisdom) the daughter of Adonai and Asherah. Also known as Sophia in Gnostic Christianity. Regardless, many who use traditional Hebrew magic give a first offering to Adonai.

In his name of El-Elyon (El Most High). Which is the origin of “God the most high” in English. The first offering can be anything. Something that comes from your heart. I use a special blend of incenses based on the Ketoret (Incense of the Temple) in the Bible.

This is a combination of frankincense, galbanum (a plant found in Iran), and most importantly, opobalsamum (a rare type of amber from a myrrh tree). In fact this is a high grade extract of light myrrh. And it’s believed by many sources to be the origin of the ingredient “Stacte” from the Ketoret. Now others have other beliefs about what constitutes the temple incense. But regardless this is a simplified version of it.

I buy it from Etsy.

Pray over it when you get the incense. And let the spirit of Adonai and Asherah flow into it. You can use an oil burner for this. Then walk around the house and purify it in the name of El-Elyon. This acts as both a purification and also an extension of the offering.

For Lord Hammon

For Baal Hammon I give him grain, a golden scented candle to symbolize his Kingship, honey, and fruits associated with male fertility. Such as mango. And anything that represents renewal of life. Save the candle for last, for this acts as the ‘ignition’ for the ritual to activate. Then pray,

“Oh Baal (Lord) of the land, sustainer of the crops, renewer of life, King of the lands, Hammon King of the Gods with power bestowed on you by the Great GOD and GODDESS, please bestow prosperity to me. In the form of…”

(Specify exactly what you want. If you have Bible paper, legal tender paper, or even bay leaves or brown paper bag, write your petition and burn it in the Golden Candle. Make sure you have a fire proof dish to burn the petition in).

When you finish say,

“Thank you O Baal for listening to my petition, I ask that if for whatever reason you not grant me what I ask, that you grant me the equivalent or something better, in the name of El Almighty, Amen,”

For Lord Dagon

A smoked fish, grain, sea iconography. Anything to do with the sea including shells. Or even symbols of fish or underwater creatures. Ironically (or perhaps not ironically at all) the Judeo-Christian fish symbol is perfect for him. It can even double as a representation of Rabbi Yeshua.

A scented blue candle that reminds you of the ocean. Prayer,

“Dagon, God who brings prosperity from the waves of the sea, hidden treasures on the ocean floor are yours to give and to take at your command, O divine master, bringer of fish, on this Pisces new moon, I ask you to magnify the power of prosperity and to bring unto me….”

(Make your petition, and as before, wait until the end to burn the candle).

“Father of the Sea, bringer of Prosperity, I end this work begging your guidance and any advice you have on how to acquire what I ask. If for whatever reason you not grant me what I ask for, then I ask for the equivalent or something better, Amen“

Then, give a final offering to El-Elyon. What I use for the final offering is a blessed candle. Shabbat candles, which are environmentally friendly and can be used for any ceremony. This seals the ritual. I leave the offerings on the table for three days.

Then I take Baal Hammon’s offerings to bury them on the land closest to my door to bring in blessings. But Dagon’s offerings go to any body of water. And of course I take a bottle of honey and pour a first libation for El-Elyon to send the offerings to these two Elohim. And then pour a second libation to him when I finish.

The empty candle jars I can recycle for future rituals to those Gods. Or maybe use them for talismans. I could even decorate them. Or simply dispose of them. I dispose of the wax at the areas where I bury the offerings.

This is a prosperity ritual I like to do with both these Gods. However, for some, a ritual to the Elohim might be better if it is with female Elohim. It depends on the ritual caster. And what type of prosperity you seek. I chose Fertility Gods because they can make money and other requests “fertile”.

Allowing them to replicate. Which is perfect for this time. For you, it may have to be someone else. I would look up the list of Bet-ilim and see which one is the one you are looking to work with. Though ultimately I would still pray and work with Dagon if only because this new moon is ruled by Pisces.

So now that I have written all about my particular point of view and Christo Pagan practices, I am going to add some astrological links as well.

New Moon in Pisces

Cuspy early PISCES New Moon w. Saturn finish of AQ (Feb 19 / 20) – Past Management: Unity & Coherence

Welcome Pisces New Moon!

The New Moon in Pisces in February

Feralia, February’s Roman Equivalent of Irish Samhain

Folklore Fairy Queen: Goddesses and the Fairy Queen Archetype

Moon brewing… a Kombucha tale

Learning to Love Astrology: A Poem

Belief in Gods?

The Daffodil Beast

Happy New Moon Everyone…..

– M

Serbian Folk Customs and Sympathetic Magic for Christmas Eve, 6 January: “Welcome, Cousin Oak, to Our House”

https://amoretmortem.wordpress.com/2023/01/06/serbian-folk-customs-and-sympathetic-magic-for-christmas-eve-6-january-welcome-cousin-oak-to-our-house/

Part of the “Christmas in January” Series

Major Reaping for the Earth this Thursday : Solar Eclipse, New Moon, & Mercury & Juno Retrograde

Remember when I said the Earth was purging him/herself during this period? I knew it was going to more or less end with the New Moon. But damn, I didn’t realize it would die so hard. Eclipses of any kind bring out the shadow self. New Moons do it to lesser degree in comparison. Retrogrades really bring out the shadow.

This is some serious reaping being done. I hadn’t even realized there was a Juno retrograde in progress. Which is actually worse. Because Juno is the Queen of the Roman Gods. Queen of the Universe.

So everything is backwards. The New Moon which is a time for the dead as well as shadow work, is the sign of Gemini. Gemini being the twin already deals with the duality of the soul. So this is perfect time for Shamanism, Introspection, and anything that requires deeper spiritual insight. Those born under this sign will obviously be effected more than usual.

And of course any dark art including necromancy will be at its strongest now. When I say dark art, I don’t mean evil magics or consorting with demons. I mean any energy or magic attuned to the darker spectrums of energy. Whether it’s talking to the dead, using special forms of divination like a scrying, or calling on the Winter Court of the Fae (Dark Fae). That’s what I mean.

I’m not advocating any form of harmful magic. Though you should be forewarned that harmful spirits, energies, and magics will be powered up at this time.

Now this is sort of a weird one. The bloodmoon was still stronger. But a New Moon with an added Solar Eclipse increases the darker energies of nature. Add in the retrogrades and this is a far stronger time for the emergence of our shadow selves than before. I’m beginning to think that the danger I alluded to in my other blog post was the shadow of the bloodmoon and its aftermath effecting us all.

I suspect that this is another time where the veil is thin. And we may yet see deeper into the other side is coming. So do the same as before. Salt all doors and windows after a cleansing and blessing. Use either dark wards or nature based wards for protection.

White wards for lighter energy won’t do it.

If you’re a Christian it doesn’t matter. Because the cross is a multifaceted system. It is a symbol of nature to some, a chthonic symbol of the dead to others, as well as a symbol of spiritual light. You just need to make sure it’s attuned with special prayers against the eclipse. Specifically mention in your prayers the victory of life against death or Christ against original sin etc..

Recite Psalm 91, the Psalm of Protection. And keep a Bible under your pillow after reading the psalm. You might still have the nightmares or undergo whatever was happening when the bloodmoon got here. But it will go away. In addition to this, we have the Phita Khon Festival from Thailand.

It’s a variation of the Ghost Festival of the Chinese, only more positive. Instead of angry ghosts or dark ghosts, this focuses on happy and positive ghosts. Essentially, the Buddha had gone in a journey for a long time. No one knew if he was alive or dead. When he finally returned, everyone became so happy that even the dead rose from the happiness.

So every year the Phita Khon Ghost Festival is celebrated where people rejoice for three days. They wear ghost masks and party. As well as give offerings for the dead. So this adds both light and dark energy to this time. It is a good time to call on the Buddha and his disciples for protection.

So that’s all for now. Please take care of yourselves. I am going to observe what happens these days as they follow.

Let the light guide you

Shelby’s Eulogy

My good little boy in better times.

I have been dreading writing this post since last month

I didn’t want to because it made Shelby’s passing too real for me. That my friends, is why I haven’t been posting blogs on weird history or the Occult. Why I haven’t been writing about my favorite books or new things in my life. It all seems so empty right now. Last month, I went to get my very first shot of the Pfizer vaccine.

It was a short walk from there to my house. I went to the Navarro store near me to be vaccinated. I had learned that they were providing the vaccines for everyone. All you had to do was make an appointment. There was no waiting period or list like these other places.

CVS pharmacy had recently bought Navarro and now they were making the vaccines more accessible. When the woman had made the appointment for me in the waiting area, I thought it was my lucky day. When that day finally came, I left my home and walked there. Sheldon my other dog is younger. And he always gets nervous if I leave them alone for too long.

But I had this strange feeling of impending dread inside of my stomach. For some reason I felt that I should come back as quickly as possible. It took me a while because I hadn’t known I needed to be in a call in sheet. When I was vaccinated I had to wait to make sure I didn’t get any adverse reactions. But that same nasty feeling came back.

Something was wrong and I knew it. I don’t know how, the closest I can describe it is like this. When parents sense their kids in danger or vice versa. I don’t know any other way to say it. This was deeper and stronger than any feeling I ever had.

Like I wanted to go screaming from there back to my home. I didn’t know why, in fact I tried to ignore it and said oh that’s just paranoia, there’s nothing wrong. But I couldn’t shake this feeling. So I just said fuck it, and went back home. I wish I had listened to my inner voice sooner.

Maybe it would have made a difference. Maybe it wouldn’t have. I found Shelby in the middle of the apartment. He had crapped all over the place. But his stool was mixed with blood.

And he couldn’t move. He was paralyzed. I saw a trail of blood and feces near my bed. Shelby would often walk near my bed to make little crying noises. So I could pick him up and put him in bed with me.

He had been looking for me while he could still walk. And I wasn’t there. If I could go back and skip the vaccine. If I could have just waited until after that day. I blame myself again and again thinking that if I had been there, this could have been prevented.

I started shaking like a leaf. I called my mother to come help me. My friend George was calling up animal groups like crazy to help. But all the vets wanted serious money to help Shelby that I just didn’t have then. My first choice is an animal hospital that I will not mention.

Because I don’t want to be in legal trouble nor do I want to be unfair. Because they have helped lots of people. But I paid $33 dollars a month for a year. So he could have healthcare so that in theory, when he needed their help, they would help me. But they all said they couldn’t help him because I needed an appointment.

And any surgery or treatment would have cost thousands of dollars. So why the fuck was I paying these leaches $33 a month since last year for?

They told me I needed an animal emergency room. But they cost even more. So after begging these people and telling them I would even sign a legal document. That I pay them back. And they all still said they needed money upfront.

Dirty fucking leeches. Ghouls, feeding on the pain and suffering and death of animals. Then they get angry if someone calls them out on it. I know the reality that they do help and that funding is very scarce. I know it’s not their fault society as a whole abuses animals.

But they’re certainly contributing to that abuse by denying such a basic and necessary care to people who can’t afford it. My dog’s paralysis grew worse. He no longer had the ability to move or control his facial features. By the time a single good hearted Vet answered my call, they told me not to bother.

“Is he still releasing feces and blood by any chance? Does he have a really bad odor?”

I said yes.

“I’m sorry sir. But your dog is dying. From what you’ve told me, it could have been an aneurysm, a stroke, or even a heart attack. Dogs that old are more susceptible to health problems. If you brought him here, you’d be wasting your money because there’s nothing to be done except to put him down.

And we don’t have those services here. You need to ask a shelter or some other place that handles it. I wish I could have been better help to you. You can get a second opinion, but it’s doubtful,”

In that moment, my whole world was shattering before my eyes. For someone who doesn’t know the love of an animal, that sounds ridiculous. Childish even, the product of one who has a childish mentality. I refused to accept it. But when my mother, a nurse in the medical field came, she only confirmed what this vet had told me on the phone.

She even told me she believed for some time he would die soon. She had suspected for weeks now that he was going to pass away. Because he seemed to be more sentimental and wanting to spend more time with us. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. He was so well in the morning.

He had a hardy appetite. He was an old little dog, but very energetic. And I loved him as much as I love Sheldon. My little old man. My old baby.

Mi Chiquitin (my little one)

The Techichi Dog, the ancient Mexican ancestor of all Chihuahuas

Years ago, I had a nasty depression

And I prayed to the Gods to send me a companion. One day, my uncles were moving something from my old house. They brought us some washing machines. I was still living with my sister and mother at the time. And I noticed this tiny nose in the doorway.

I opened it thinking it was one of the cat’s outside. Instead it was my first dog, Sheldon. He was a puppy, abandoned and scrawny. And scared and hungry. And alone.

My sister and I convinced our mother to let him stay. The original plan was to find him a new home. And at first he really didn’t like me. But as soon as he saw me get the leash. And we had our first walk, he became my baby.

He never left me. And I knew the Gods had heard my prayers. Sheldon had been with me for years. My faithful companion. One day we took our usual afternoon walk.

I’d either finish working. Or if I got home early from college, I’d be studying my spell books. And Sheldon would start crying and motioning to the door. Which meant it was time for our walk. We went on our walk and we saw this tiny little chihuahua.

He was elderly. And I learned from my neighbors that he been out in the sun without food and water for a day. I had a suspicion that a family who lived there had abandoned him on purpose. I wanted to save him but I couldn’t get close enough to him to grab him. I kept telling myself that I tried and it was time to go home.

I knew I couldn’t have another dog. But Sheldon was glued to the spot. He walked on his hind legs and looked at me with his soulful eyes. He cried out with such a mournful and compassionate cry that I knew I couldn’t leave. Sheldon had reminded me that apathy is what makes the world a bad place.

Evil only exists because people don’t care enough to fight it. We live in a society where it’s everyone for themselves. And compassionate people are seen as weak, naive, or losers. I knew what Sheldon wanted. We walked towards that elderly little chihuahua.

I still couldn’t grab hold of him. He was afraid of other people. But as I had suspected, he kept gravitating towards the apartment of the family I had suspected abandoned him. Especially the backyard. I remember hearing a chihuahua growl at people from the backyard all the time. I suspected he was that dog.

Because the backyard was empty. He would run from me. But not Sheldon. Sheldon would lay on the ground and Shelby would come to him. I knew this family had a lot of chihuahuas.

They had recently gotten a new dog. And I guess this baby was sacrificed for being old. It took me five minutes to get him. I finally grabbed him when he laid down next to Sheldon. At first he tried to fight me.

But I kissed him on the top of his little head and said,

“Tranquilo Papi,” (calm down papi)

He finally did calm down. I took him home and my Mom had the classic we don’t need another damn dog reaction. Uhuh, that didn’t last very long. I put him down, and he started exploring the whole house. My Mother just said,

“Look at this little thing, walking around the house like it was his already. Where do you think you’re going?”

(Her Room lol)

My Mom had given him a bath. And she said he had a panic attack.

“This poor animal has never had a bath in his life. I’ve seen dogs who hate water. But this was different. It was like he didn’t know what a bath was,”

He was extremely malnourished. If his insane hunger to eat anything he could find wasn’t an indicator, the ribs out of his stomach told us all we needed to know. I did try to contact the family, and to inform them that they needed to take better care of him. But they wouldn’t even come to the door. I left a note with my address and number and they ignored me on purpose.

Whenever I would call Sheldon, he would come too. I think he thought I was calling him. So I named him Shelby. Everyone kept giving me shit saying it was a girl’s name. But I’ll have you know that Shelby was a man’s name as late as the 1920’s.

Not that it mattered to anyone else. I think some people figured I was trying to make a political statement (facepalm). Shelby ate dog food for what I think was the first time. That family had him living on whatever scraps came from their table we suspect. At first he didn’t recognize it as food.

I had to hand feed him at first for months. Although I admit I spoiled him feeding him things I probably shouldn’t have. We used to laugh and call him La Piraña, the piranha. He ate with such a gusto, that it was like watching a little person. Even Sheldon had moments of looking at him like You know you’re a dog right?

He slept the first night, that Friday on my arm chair. I don’t think he was used to air conditioner or having a soft place to sleep. As I was getting ready to shower, he hopped off the chair and went looking for me. As soon as he saw me next door in the shower, he went back. As if he just needed assurances that he wasn’t alone.

I remember how he lived in that yard alone for years. The only dog out there. And despite them having other dogs, I think they kept him alone. He had a weird stink and his teeth were rotten. My Mom thought he had mange or some other skin disease due to his odor.

He didn’t, it was just his anal glands that needed to be secreted. That was a Friday. He had wondered into my Mom’s room and she had made him a little bed in the corner. And she was pointing and saying “Miralo que lindo!” (Look at him how cute). Ha, didn’t want another dog eh?

The next day, we all doted on him. Even Sheldon, he had a new brother. We had a Vet come to our home to vaccinate them both and squeeze their anal glands. After just three days, Shelby had vomited all of these parasites out of his body. And that’s when he started to put on some weight.

In just a few days his little bony belly, became a chubby belly. All this had happened in just two days. That Saturday night, Sheldon decided he wanted to sleep in my mother’s room. And Shelby slept on my chair again. I was up watching a Paranormal tv show called “The Dead Man’s Gun” about a cursed gun in the old west.

And how it effects everyone it comes into contact with. When suddenly, Shelby hops down again, and walks toward the side of my bed and cries. He looked up at me with his soulful eyes. As if to say “Can I sleep with you?” and I laughed at how cute he was. How could I say no? I scooped him up into my arms and he slept in the bed with me.

He was so relaxed that he just laid down and stretched his little body. That was the first of many nights in a warm bed. And like Sheldon, he had any bed to choose from. My sister and mother would let him stay with them. He’s wake my Mom up in the middle of the night to take a piss, or drink water.

She called him the little old man. But there was a problem : he was scared of the dark. So she had to personally escort him with the lights on to pee on his pad. Then follow him to the kitchen so he could drink his water. At the time, we still thought he was just with us until we could get him adopted.

But months had passed, and he and Sheldon had become brothers. And my sister and I, and even my Mom though she wouldn’t admit it, thought of him as ours. I tried to get him adopted, but he looked at me and cried to go home. I couldn’t do it.

I saw those assholes that abandoned him once. I was walking Shelby, but as soon as he saw them, he turned around. He was like “Nope! fuck you,”It sounds funny, but his reaction was like that. He stopped and turned around so abruptly that it made my head spin. Yep, the puppet was a part of the family now.

He lived far longer than anyone expected him to. He went from being shy and fatigued, to having the energy of a puppy. My sister showered him with gifts (that Sheldon kept trying to steal). The first time he saw his first toy, a little blue duck, he had no idea what it was. He acted as if it was a smaller animal.

And he cuddled with it and protected it. He was the only non violent chihuahua I had ever met. So sweet and calm. He was loved for so many years. And he made us laugh.

I remember that somehow he opened the zipper on my sister’s purse and pulled out a cracker she left in there. That little dog could eat. My Mom nicknamed him Hambre Vieja (Old Hunger). I remember he used to be afraid of going up the stairs at first. But after a while, he would run up the stairs with such joy in his heart.

And we would play and watch tv together. We never cured him of his insatiable hunger though. But when we did feed him from the table, it was never anything that compromised his health. I used to laugh when people dressed their dogs up. But Shelby he every kind of outfit you could imagine.

My sister bought him a stripped prison outfit and even a shirt that said, “Don’t act like you’re not impressed,”

Heaven gains another Angel

My Poor Baby

Shelby was breathing erratically. He had crapped and bled again, this time on my jeans because I refused to let him go. I kept him in my arms. I stroked his little head. Sheldon would walk up to us and start crying and kissing his brother.

Sheldon was the reason Shelby was in our life. It was only fitting that he was here at the end as well. I cried and cried for hours, trying to keep the deep sobs inside. I didn’t want to worry either of them. And my mother also didn’t want me to cry.

Years ago, when things got really bad financially. When I could not longer support my family because I lost my job. And my small business failed, I had a break down. I didn’t go crazy or anything of that nature. Though no doubt the skeptics on this blog who have read my accounts or my beliefs think my brain was fried long ago.

I had a seizure and had an emotional breakdown. It happened because there was no food in the house. And I saw my mother cry. And I felt so guilty. So useless.

Since then, I suppose she treats me with silk gloves. You have no idea how hard that is for me. To go from being the responsible son who cared for his family‘s needs. To being treated as if I will break easily at the slightest sign of pressure. And that’s the hardest part.

If I could cry, scream, or be alone with myself, I know I will be okay. I could simply release the lent up emotions. But I don’t have that luxury. My family would flip a shit if they heard me wail like I did that day. I have this…..storm building up inside me some days where I want to cry for hours.

And I can’t because this damn place has no privacy. That’s what I miss the most about living alone. I could be alone with just my dogs, my spirits, and my Gods. And I could be okay. My friends don’t understand it.

I’m sort of like an urban hermit. But I go sometimes months without speaking to friends. When I’m busy with magic, or when I need to meditate. Hell or when I am reading, writing, or anything else I wish to do. I miss having that space to myself again.

Between the nosy ass neighbors here and the thin walls, it’s hard to do anything without someone else listening in. I feel trapped inside of my own sorrow. My one consultation is Sheldon. He keeps me stable. I had to control my grief because he seemed to be depressed as well.

For a few weeks now Sheldon has barely been able to eat. He lays around most of the time staring at the place where Shelby’s bed used to be. But when I feed him he does eat. I hold him in my arms and talk to him gently. I let him know that it’s all alright.

People say animals don’t know anything. But they do. They’re smarter than you would think. There was even a case of a parrot with the intelligence of a 10 year old boy. And as sure as the sun rises, he knows his brother is dead.

He mourns with me. I know this will sound like an exaggeration. But I feel Shelby’s loss as if he were truly my son. And in many ways he was. Animals are like children that never grow up.

No matter how big they get. So psychologically at least some of the same feelings are there. And I spend everyday of my life caring for Sheldon and at that time Shelby. My mother told me to lay him down in his bed. She cleaned him so that no matter what, he could be at rest.

She kept saying,

“Papi, stop holding on. Let go,”

He heard me sob again. And I don’t know how this little dog did it. Because he was paralyzed already. But some how, he took the last of his strength to move his head and turn to me. I kissed him on his head and told him I was okay.

A friend of mine from my Greek Temple put it best when he told me “He was carving your face into memory,” before leaving. I threw away my soiled clothing. And showered. I had prayed to every God there was. Those of faith have feelings about which Gods to pray to sometimes.

A little girl who was sick needed healing. And I prayed to Yemaya and she was healed. A friend had once prayed to Freya to find her lost cat. She just knew that Goddess was the one to help her. Well, I believe in and worship every God of every pantheon.

I’m initiated into different religions. But I’m also eclectic and work in my own way. I do a sort of inclusive ritual of every culture. And one of the Gods came to me. It was Jesus.

Yes a lot of my friends are flipping their shit at that sentence. But remember, some of our ancestors used to throw Christians into Lion pits. Just as those “polytheists” do not represent our faith or our Gods, many of the “christians” don’t represent their God either. And the Jesus I know and believe in, has never made me feel bad about worshipping other Gods. In sharp contrast to his fan club.

There was a period when I felt he wanted some more worship. I was so engrossed in my worship of other Gods. I think he wanted to be close again. So I became a Christo-Pagan. Anyways, I felt his presence near me.

I couldn’t see or talk to him. I just felt his energy. As I bathed, I said,

“Rabbi Yeshua, please free my son. Let him die peacefully. Release him from his pains and all his sufferings. Please sever the chord that binds the soul to the body. Give him peace, Amen”

I continued my shower. When I got out, my mother told me he finally fell asleep. When I found a vet who could euthanize him, I got a surprise. My mother knocked on my door to tell me he’d already passed. I gave her the phone and ran to his lifeless body.

That rancid smell, like acid and rot was all over him. I cried my eyes out. And I petted his small head one last time. Sheldon let out a cry too. But we didn’t let him lick Shelby’s head due to germs.

We collected his body. She washed the floor with bleach. Someone came to collect his body. He was still wearing his little shirt. And I struggled to release his body.

I knew it wasn’t him anymore. Just his shell. But knowing he was still wearing his little shirt. Just to be cremated and disposed of was killing me inside. And then I had to suck it up.

Because my mother was family began to worry. And that’s it. I haven’t entirely allowed myself to deal with it. It’s been weeks and I carry this on my soul all the time. I entered the traditional 13 day mourning period of the Ancient Greeks.

During this time, I was ritually impure. I covered up my altars. And I spent my time in prayer and contemplation with the dead. I prayed to Oya to take my dog to the other side. And each mystic I knew was also doing rituals to different Gods to cross him over.

I have dreamed of him since. And felt his presence among my guides. His energy is strong. And the knowledge that he is no longer in pain helps me. He has gained entry into the ethereal realms.

Those places where death and pain cannot truly enter. That and that Sheldon is with me are my only consolations. I’m trying to let it go. And to release the pain inside. Shelby, this is my attempt at immortality for you baby.

When my guardian altars are up again, I’ll put your picture in my guardian spirit section of my altar.

I will try not to remember you as you laid dying in your bed and in my arms. I will remember you instead as the happy, sweet little dog I called my baby. The dog who finally found a family who loved him as he deserved. Who always had every comfort we could give him. Good night Pupper,

What? You’ve never seen a Sith Lord before?

So, I am writing this in jest. But fucking hell Cubans are annoying as hell (I should know, I am one). Actually most people are. But Cubans go out of their way to be extra nosy and annoying. So, my home is a Pagan Temple.

No, that’s not a joke or a metaphor. It is an actual Temple. I even consecrated it much the same way that Christians consecrate their own churches. I took the time to bless it for a week, ending with a final Pagan Mass of dedication with a food sacrifice on the grounds. When you open the door you’ll see altars everywhere.

I have a Hellenic altar on my refrigerator which has more than just Greek Gods actually. My Olympian altar is an altar for the Heavenly or Sky Gods. They all get along. My kitchen is a hearth altar which is also for nature. My one window has a whole mess of mini altars.

My entrance has a witch’s staff, a black bag for my Door Gods and spirits, a horse shoe with a cross, a shit ton of small crosses everywhere, and a picture of Tutankhamun. And that’s just the inside. Not mentioning the smaller idols in my garden outside. My Garabato (Santero conjuring staff), and a few other things. Plus all my tree altars.

My night stand has a primordial altar. And my book case with all my books which includes grimoires and my handwritten book of shadows is also where my altar for the dead is. A massive altar from top to bottom. Don’t even ask what I got in my closet. So this guy comes to install my new air conditioner.

Now, you’d think he would be polite and not stare. No, that mother fucker stared ALOT. It’s one of those things my community does that gets on my last damned nerves. They’re all a bunch of busy bodies, sticking their nose where it don’t belong. I’m sure this guy has a Catholic altar with dead saints and a dead crucified Jesus hanging on his wall somewhere.

But that’s not necromancy, that’s Christianity! But I have a skull on my altar for the dead. And that’s somehow more morbid than churches keeping body parts of dead saints. Or having an image of your own God being tortured to death on a cross.

Nah, I must be doing Satan worship. Well I guess I’ve been offering fruits, bread, and milk to El Diablo all this time and nobody warned me about it. Who knew the Devil liked Farmer’s Market? Go figure. So he stared at my altars the whole time he was in there. Stealing quick glances as if I were too stupid to see what he was doing.

Even my mother noticed when she came by to help clear stuff. I almost started jumping up and down pretending to speak in tongues. I wanted to see if I could trigger him all the way. Apparently even the landlord’s sister was staring at my stuff too. Which is funny because they’re both Romani folk witches.

As in Gypsies. And the inside of the main part of the house is a temple as well. But somehow my shit turns heads more? I don’t know. Thank God I keep my restraints and BDSM equipment hidden in the closet. They’d all have a stroke.

Maybe I should hang a portrait of Vladimir Lenin with a July 26 Flag near my door. Or a picture of Castro eating a bowl of black beans. Maybe that will calm everyone’s nerves down. No? Oh I know! I’ll wear a black hood and walk around in broad daylight chanting in Gregorian Latin! If they ask I’ll tell them I’m a monk. That way I can be creepy and it will be totally okay!

– M

Angry with the Gods

Nehushtan, the Idol of the Hebrew Goddess Chokmah or Sophia. Moses made it out of Bronze to magically heal the Hebrews from the snake plague unleashed on them by Adonai.

Lately, it seems that this year, as positive and bright as it was meant to be, has gotten bogged down in negative energy. I was hopeful and even boasted that this would be the best of years. But I am reminded again, that what may be good in the spiritual world won’t necessarily be good for us. And this goes for every God and spirit. Even the Christian God sends trials and tribulations in the Bible.

Lately I’ve been pissed off because of it. Every once in a while, it’s good to be angry with your Gods and spirits. Because as my priest (of Zeus) once told me,

“Most of the Gods have never been human. So most of them don’t know what it’s like to be in our shoes and suffer. This is why we normally appeal to our ancestors for most personal things,”

And he’s right. Some of the Gods have been human at least once. Not just Jesus, but Gilgamesh, Herakles, the Orishas in Yoruba culture lived as men and women on Earth as well. And they all suffered horribly. Yet I find myself not doubting my faith, just angry.

I know there are cosmic reasons for why the Gods don’t give us the Paradise we desire. I know much of what’s wrong with our world is our fault. But it also feels like we live in a Multiverse that is rigged from the top. The Gnostics warned us of this. They talked about the Archons, false gods who are Demonic and often impersonate the real Gods.

They are the reasons our world is a living hell half the time. So the Gnostics busied themselves with special exorcisms and amulets to ward off the Archon’s and their influence. I consider myself a Gnostic Pagan. Gnostic Christians understand many things and I agree with much. But I don’t entirely agree with everything they preach.

Still, that’s the Christianity that I love and embrace. Because I feel a divine glimmer of truth in it all. I know that what goes wrong in our world isn’t really the fault of the Gods. I just wish they wouldn’t let things get so bad. And that goes for the Saviour God of the Christians too.

They claim to have all answers, but in reality they are just as lost as everyone else is. Which is why I embrace spirituality, not religion. I decide for myself what is or isn’t right instead of just blindly following religious leaders as many do. This doesn’t mean I don’t ask my leaders for guidance. It also doesn’t mean that I disrespect traditions or elders.

Just that at the end of the day, I think for myself and follow my own connection to the Gods. Which is a prime tenant of Gnosticism “truth comes from within,”. At this moment I am asking them for help in this current pandemic. And that is what I am sharing with you today. This is what came to me in my own meditations based on my mixed practices.

On Hekate’s Deipnon which I celebrated Sunday (day before the last phase of the Moon) I divined and asked for information. Why is this pandemic unleashed? What’s going on? What can be done about it?

 

Divinations

I did a combination of Bone Casting, Bibliomancy (Catholic Bible), and Cartomancy (cards). This is what I was told :

– Give offerings to Babalu Aye, Oro, and Hekate to fight the spirits of disease. I don’t know what this meant, except maybe they mean the Animistic force or energy of the disease. Everything has a soul after all.

– Pray to Moses, Aaron, and Miriam and bless red strings and hang them on the entry points of every home. This is supposed to symbolize the blood magic that kept the Angel of death away from the Hebrew Slaves in the Bible.

– Also get sticks that look like Snakes and bless them to become like the Bronze idol Moses used to cure people from the plague of snakes (Hezekiah the Hebrew King disrespectfully called it Nehushtan or brazen thing). I suspect it was an idol of Sophia also called Chokmah, Goddess of Wisdom. This is to keep the pandemic itself away. Place them on the four corners of your home and ask them in the name of Sophia, Moses, Aaron, Miriam, finally God himself to ward away the plague.

– Give offerings to the “Mighty Dead” the Kings and Queens of the Ancestors. From Adam and Eve all the way to the dead Tribal Chiefs of various cultures. Great heroes, Saints, Buddhas, and other ascended masters etc..for them to divide into one of two camps : defense and offense. For some to defend you and your loved ones as well as other humans. And others to attack the spirits of disease.

This kept coming up frequently. What it means I can only guess at. The disease is spoken of almost as an entity or group of entities.

– Give offerings to all Gods of the Dead to kill the pandemic and turn away death itself from you, your loved ones, and the world at large.

– Give offerings to all the Animal Totems, Nature Spirits, and the Dead themselves to defend us and block death and disease.

– Offerings to the Apotropai, the Gods who ward off evil. That can be Jesus or whoever else you believe in. Every God has an Apotropaic aspect.

– Offerings to all Healer Gods and Spirits. Primarily I was directed to St. Raphael the Archangel. I even received two emails strangely enough that were related to Raphael. One of them was a new blog post from WordPress.

Three Prayers for Times of Illness and Disease

– Pray to the Sea and Earth Gods and Goddesses and their spirits to replenish the life forces of the Earth. This means going to places that are rural or wild and the sea itself as well as rivers or canals. You’ll have to look into your own religion or culture to see what the acceptable offerings are.

– Now finally, a lot of things are being mentioned towards the end of my divinations about water and the need to purify with water. I don’t know if the key to defeating this pandemic lies in water. But these references do mention the use of ablutions. That is to say, using holy water to heal and purify. I believe all homes need to be cleansed both spiritually and physically.

You don’t need to go to a church for that. Pray over the salt and water separately. Then mix the salt and water together and do one final prayer asking for it to be empowered as holy water. Then sprinkle it daily inside and out of the home. Apparently we are being warned to be hygienic both physically and metaphysically.

– The final divinations mentioned war coming. This can be metaphorical a “war against disease”. Or perhaps it’s a literal war. The US is always declaring war on somebody for natural resources or territories. So that doesn’t even come as a shock to me anymore.

– We are being warned of the old prophecies, specifically I am reminded of the 7 Fires Prophesies of the Ojibwe.

“The Seventh Prophet was younger than the others who had come and there was a glowing light from his eyes.  He said that there would come a time when the waters had been so poisoned that the animals and plants that lived there would fall sick and begin to die.  Much of the forests and prairies would be gone so the air would begin to lose the power of life.

“The way of the mind brought to the red, black, and yellow nation by the white nation would bring danger to the whole earth.  In this time there will arise Osh-ki-bi-ma-di-zeeg, a new people who will emerge from the clouds of illusion.  They will retrace their steps to find the treasures that had been left by the trail.  The stories that had been lost will be returned to them.  They will remember the Original Instructions and find strength in the way of the circle.  Their search will take them to the elders and the new people will ask for guidance.  But many of the elders will have walked the Path of the Souls to the Star Web.  Many elders will have forgotten their wisdom and they will not be able to help.  Some of the elders will point in the wrong direction and others will remain silent because of their fear.  Some of the elders will be silent because no one has asked them for their wisdom.

“The task of the new people will not be easy.  If the New People will find trust in the way of all things, in the circle and remain strong in their quest, they will no longer need the selfish voice of the ego and they can begin to trust their inner voice.  The Waterdrum of the Midewiwin Lodge will again sound its voice. There will be a rebirth of the Anishinaabe nation and a rekindling of old flames. The Sacred Fire will again be lit. Wisdom will be once again be found in dreams of the night and of the day.

“It is at this time that the light skinned race will be given a choice between two roads. If they choose the right road, then the seventh fire will light the eighth and final fire, an eternal fire of peace, love, brotherhood and sisterhood. If the light skinned race make the wrong choice of roads, then the destruction they brought with them in coming to this country will come back to them and cause much suffering and death to all the Earths people.”

I don’t think this needs much interpretation. All the old apocalyptic stories and tales are being brought up by people. Some will say this is the reaction of ignorant religious people. Others still will say that this is just paranoia and it will all blow over. Except pretty much every prophesy we have read from almost every culture perfectly describes our current world.

At some point, one has to stop shrugging and going “Oh well this is normal,” and say NO, this is not normal. Because it isn’t. Accepting it as normal is like that Meme of the Dog in the burning house. Even if you think religion is BS, you have to admit that the fact that the Letra del Año (Letter of the year) out of Cuba said diseases would be really bad this year, is kinda accurate isn’t it?

“But M! We always have diseases etc..”

Yes that’s true, but everytime a Shaman or some other spiritual person makes a prophesy it tends to come true. I remember the first time I read the Oyeku Ofun Temple’s monthly divination saying death would come via water. I kept hearing almost every day of a new water related death. Including a mother who went crazy and murdered her own son. Then chugged his body into a nearby river.

It’s only coincidence if you’re lying to yourself and everyone around you. At some point you have to admit that something strange is going on. And then do something about it. I leave you all with this. I hope it will help arm the religious and spiritual amongst us against this new plague.

Updates

This section is for anything new that appears.

– Necromancy is needed. Specifically, Necromantic rituals for warding off the Dark Dead. Those forgotten and nameless ancestors. It would seem that at the heart or root of this plague are these toxic and sad spirits. It makes sense, diseases can be spread by all sorts of spirits.

But chief among them are Demons, Angels, Nature Spirits, and Ghosts. It looks like at the heart of this pandemic are the angry and restless dead. I believe that humanity having forgotten or abandoned many of our ancestral rituals has caused a surplus flow of the dead. I actually spoke of this recently to two different clients. I am beginning to think the dead are all angry and tired of being forgotten.

With that said, act as if this were Samhain : use protective rituals. Magical charms and crystals, barriers of magic, use Fire as well as the holy water. Specifically begin using blessed candles and incense. In mediaeval times, on Samhain, and even in the Christianized Hallow’s Eve and Hallow’s Day, sacred Bonfires were made to keep the roaming dead away in the Fields.

Another thing which was later used was the Yule Lamp, which was an oil burner with a blessed candle inside. Blessed oil as well, burned at night to keep all malign forces at bay. And especially to empower the thresholds of the house to keep bad things out of the home. If you have anything like that, use it. In my case I don’t, so I have to improvise.

Do rituals to avert evil as if in Winter time when they are strongest! I cannot stress this enough. Winter is dying hard. The departed and dark wintery spirits in general do not want to leave our world. It’s necessary to make them leave.

Tuesday March 24th

I’ve been told to perform the Hungry Ghost Ritual for all the dead everywhere. This is to appease as many as possible to

1) Weaken the pandemic as it seems death itself is causing it.

2) To ask the Divine Forces to permeate all worlds in an effort to cease the pandemic. As much as possible.

For information on what a Hungry Ghost is and how to do the ritual,  please read my 2018 article on Ghost Month.

https://miamimagus.wordpress.com/2018/08/13/ghost-month-2018-the-hungry-ghost-festival/

Thursday 26th

After I performed the Hungry Ghost Ritual, I have been told to pray to the Mighty Dead. To the Great Kings and Queens of the Dead. Asking them all to fight the disease and destroy it. Also for inspiration to help us fight it scientifically. And I was told by the spirits to specifically pray to my own ancestors and ask for guidance.

For protection. And to keep my family together. You reader, should do the same.

 

Sunday March 29th

We should all be making offerings to the Primordial Gods and Spirits of every religion. Particularly to the really arcane primordials. Such as the Hecatoncheires and also the original Three Cyclops brothers (Greek Religion) Brontes, Steropes, and Arges. Those ancient Black Smith Gods who built the charmed weapons of Zeus, Hades, and Poseidon. While not everyone agrees they are Gods (just godlike beings), in my personal cosmology I view them as actual Gods.

In the early twilight hours of Saturday, I came to know that these were the Gods I had to personally pray to. I am also giving cthonic offerings to Kronos. Asking him to drain the pandemic away into Tartaros with him. While asking both the Cyclops Traid and the Hecatoncheires to lock the door behind. I also get the feeling these two sets of Gods are the ones we need to ask to handle the aftermath of this miss.

Including the mass crossovers of all the dead.

Thursday April 2, 2020

Final Update

I performed all of the rituals to empower the spirits to fight against the disease baring spirits. I will be doing a whole new Divination now. One for dealing with the pandemic itself.

Conclusion

Take what I have said with a grain of salt. I’m not prophet. In conclusion I will say this : I love the Gods, don’t think that I don’t. I also believe in them, have had experiences with them. But remember, even Jesus asked,

“Father, why have you forsaken me?”

And I don’t know about you. But I find myself asking myself that question a lot in these last few years.

– M

 

 

 

Eulogy for an old friend

So I was meditating in my room when suddenly, my mother walked in. She informed me that our neighbor, Raul de Molina has just passed away. The poor man had a complicated surgery and didn’t make it. He was also a believer in the Catholic and Afro Cuban traditions. He didn’t practice but was a kindred spirit.

I would always go and help him at just the right moment when he was bringing up his groceries. He would talk to me about life, give me advice, and treated me like I was his flesh and blood. I remember one time just visiting him in his computer room and talking and I would see pictures and drawings and what not. He loved the Cats like me. Would go out of his way to protect the animals.

He was gentle and funny as well as hard headed (like a typical Cuban is). He would randomly give me a ride if I needed it to get groceries for my family. He gave us food as well. One time I was surprised that my Romani Godmother was one of his old students when he was a firing instructor. I helped reunite them.

When my Grandma died, he and his wife went to tbe funeral with us. He stood by us. When we needed it. I just got word literally right now of his passing. I can’t scarcely believe it.

He said good bye to my Godmother before he went to surgery. I think he knew he wasn’t going to make it.  I still held out hope he would, even though I knew it wasn’t probable. I’m just shook right now. I need to go for a walk and also get prepared spiritually for any and all rituals for crossing him over.

This isn’t good bye Señor Molina, this until we meet again. Gone but not forgotten.

Requiem en pace

Consultation with the Babalawo

Priests of IFA engaging in Divination

I promised all of you, that I would keep you up to date on what came of the child. I have very good news to share with all of you. Since the banishing of the negative spirits was done, it would seem that her health has greatly improved. She is doing better and for the moment seems stable. However, this also comes with some bad news.

I began receiving visions of a woman, a nasty one. I got the feeling that someone had cursed the child’s mother to cause a miscarriage. That was what I had suspected in my last post near the end. I received confirmation from a medium that I was correct. We combined our powers and I began to perceive two other women. 

The end result is something so horrible that I am not going to post my suspicions here because the family reads my blog. The news was shocking to the medium and the baby’s grandmother. We believe there are three women involved. But who they are we still don’t know 100%. Someone has done a lot of hardwork to cover their tracks and the illusion spells they cast are too strong for us to see through. 

They had formed a coven of three to gain power. And while there is a generational curse, it seems that they had also cast a spell upon the child while she was in the womb. But nothing could prepare me for what the Babalawo I went to informed me of. A Babalawo is a high priest of the Orisha (God) Orula. The God of Divination and Magic. 

One of the highest deities of the pantheon. Babalawo or simply Awo means “father of all things material and spiritual” or “father of the mysteries”. These are the primary diviners of traditional Yoruba faith. We go to them for some of the most complex cases there are. I had decided to go to a special Babalawo that I met less than a month ago.

Tuesday June 11th 2019 Feasts of St. Bartholomew and the Roman Goddess FortunaHour : 3:30pm-4:00pm

The Bablawo who was initiated into IFA faith of Orula in Nigeria, spoke with me and the Grandmother. His master is the head of the Aworeni family, basically the Pope or Dali Lama of the IFA sect. He performed a long series of prayers to the Orishas. After a little under an hour he mentioned a much older generational curse. One that causes strange deaths in the family.

 The Grandmother told us the baby’s grandpa died from a very strange work related accident at a young age. The details are not fully known. I had not seen this. But it made sense. He also mentioned that the state and town the baby’s family has lived in are full of nasty spirits. 

Ghosts of people who have died from horrible diseases and sudden deaths. The Babalawo said that if the child does not leave that area, that it would be good for special idols to be sent. One of Babalu Aye (God of disease and healing) and the other of Orisha Oro to be fed offerings of animal blood. But we explained that the girl’s mother is very stubborn and will not allow such a thing. Oro is a God of Necromancy and the ancestors. 

He is invoked to stop Eggun Buruku (dark ghosts) from harrassing the living. He also punishes criminals. He is served by his cult in Nigeria who have their own woods to meet. This is not an Orisha to call upon for no reason. If he is mentioned by the priest, it means that the spiritual atmosphere of the area must be dark and toxic indeed. 

He also mentioned that the child’s soul does not wish to be on Earth. Her Ori or doppelganger wants to depart to Orun (heaven). This is a common theme in Yoruba faith. There are special magical children called Abiku. They have pacted with friends and family from their previous lives to rejoin them in heaven soon after reincarnating.

That they will only live for a few hours, days, months, or years on Earth and then return quickly to their old family. 
Now, neither he nor I am stating she is abiku. I am just explaining that this is one of the common beliefs about such children. We agreed upon him doing the Ebbo ritual himself here in Miami, Florida. This include one animal sacrifice, food, fruit, and special prayers. 

He will is also sending and preparing a bracelet of IFA and a special soap with herbs inside of it to the child. The herbs will cleanse the child of any and all negativity. The Mano de Orula (Hand of Orula) bracelet will keep her grounded to Earth so she doesn’t pass away. The ritual which was also be video taped so that the family could see the rituals impressed me and them alike. Upon researching the area where the family has lived,  I discovered that there is a history of epidemics.

 Such as typhoid fever, scarlet fever, but most of all cholera. When I told the Medium this, she decided to have a closer look with the angel Uriel. Uriel began sending her visions. She said she saw men and children working in factories with long pipes and black smoke. She also saw people sick in beds. She thinks the two are related. 

I believe these individuals may have died from the smoke inhalation. I personally recieved something about coal factories or coal miners in the 1800’s. After making some inquiries online I found images that seem to coincide with what she saw. It seems to have happened all over that state. Not just the family’s town.

 This took place during the Industrial Revolution. I provided the Grandmother with links showing the historical research. I have asked my Shaman friend Michael Robishaw of Alexandria Paranormal Investigations if his researcher can look up odd deaths in the area. But so far everything the priest mentioned is backed and verified. Including strange deaths even in the baby’s family.

 Michael also did Shamanic healing for the child while all of this occurs. I continued my banishing now to include a Pagan Christian funeral mass for the Angels of Death to cross over as many lost souls there as possible. Finally, today the grandmother showed me a video of Penny and she is becoming a normal baby. Growing fast. You wouldn’t have known that she was ever a premature baby. 

The doctors still have no idea what caused her disease or even why she is suddenly getting better. But it worked. That’s what’s important. The banishing ritual and the funeral mass will continue until the spirits are fully removed. If anything changes, I will keep you posted.

– M

The Healing of the Family Tree for Generational and Karmic Curses

I promised I would share my ritual for breaking Generational Curses. I forgot to mention that this ritual also removes regular karmic curses as well. A generational curse after all is just a mutated form of karmic curse. So long ago, I decided to just make one ritual for both curses. The ritual is divided in five parts :

0. Preparations : Meditating and becoming ritually pure.

1. Bowing to the Infinite by praising the Taijitu and the Ouroboros.

2. Calling the Master of Keys

3. Connecting the Family Tree, to the Tree of life.

3. The Aqua Vita (water of life).

4. Sealing the ritual and leaving it in divine hands.

Long ago I made a pact with a Native American Deity. I won’t say who it is. What I will say is that in exchange for my worship, I asked for the power to break any curse. This Deity accepted and now through them I have learned how to break down even the worst spells. That is my master of keys. 

A gatekeeper from the Srivaikuntanathan Permual Temple

The being I call upon to preside over my rituals. Basically, my master takes control of the ritual before I do anything. As long as this God is in control, nothing and no one can mess with the ritual even if I am compromised. The Deity also keeps me safe and protected. Even guiding my hand during the rituals.

That way I know exactly what to do. This God is the one who taught me this ritual. You’ll think it’s weird because the things in here aren’t native. But this Deity told me that some things trascend cultures, she used what I already knew to do this. So before you do anything, you need to decide who your master of keys will be. Will it be the Buddha? Jesus? Isis? Nemesis? Will it be a Saint perhaps? Or even a regular spirit who is powerful enough to break the hex. 

Sometimes people have Guardian spirits who are powerful enough to break a curse. You can if you wish, add more than one master of keys. Make the ritual your own. For while this is what sas revealed to me, it’s flexiable. When that has been decided, you’ll need a few things.

 For one, you need to know exactly what you are removing. Is it generational or a straight karmic curse? How did it start? Why did it start? Is there an entity or entities involved? If there is, you need the names. While you could just say “remove all curses both generational and karmic” and I am sure it would handle the weaker ones. But the stronger ones will remain. You need to be specific.

Which is why traditional healers always do a divination first. Once you have learned from a specialist why you have such a curse, you can take action. And even then you should ask what action? Because as I mentioned in my last post, full rituals aren’t always needed. If a God or spirit was offended, sometimes you can get information on what to do to appease them. Which will effectively kill the hex.

Other times all you need to do is a simple candle or incense prayer. Then ask whoever you believe in to remove it. Curses are not all equal. If you absolutely need the removal of a curse through this ritual, then and only then should you proceed. This is a Gnostic inspired ritual so it holds elements of various cultures. 

Ingredients :

1) A potted plant or tree, the size doesn’t matter

2) The symbols of the Taijitu or Ouroboros on a plaque or pendant.

Or a pencil or some other tool to draw the symbols. You could use eye liner or a sharpie. The type of writing utensil doesn’t matter. 

3) A vessel for holy water 

4) An offering of some kind. Such as, but not limited to : bread, candies, tea lights, incense sticks, or even a decoration for the tree or plant. 

You can also add anything else you wish to add. You can have a prayer book with you. You can have images of Gods or saints or a spirit that is your friend. You can be as creative as you wish. Once you have all of these things, it will be time to do the ritual.

Part 0 : Becoming pure

Cumdeamor, commonly reffered to as ‘bitter melon’ has magical and medical properties. An example of physical and spiritual Purity.

Now is the time to become cleansed of all negative or old energy. Not only in the physical sense, but in the spiritual. This is important because it will allow you to open a channel with the divine. You must clear your energy by clearing your mind. Connect to the energy of the divine.  

You can do this by meditating with your master of keys. Call to that person and ask for guidance. Close your eyes, sit crossed legged at the foot of a tree somewhere and visualize that being. Ask them to help you prepare. Once you have felt them and heard them, it’s time for confession.

Confess any sins you may have committed. If you haven’t done anything sinful enough to confess, then use a special prayer. You can get your iPod and listen to mantras. You can also just go on YouTube and find a prayer you like and begin visualizing water, or fire, or even air or earth cleansing you of any worldly energy. You will know when you are ready for the ritual. 

If you fall asleep, good for you. That means you achieved a level of spiritual calm. So you were purified through sleep. You should fast and not eat when you do this ritual. Only drink water. 

You can eat two hours before the ritual if you like. But eat light, such as fruit, vegetables, or bread. Drink water and only water. You should not do anything sexual either. Not even kissing someone or masturbation. 

This is meant to be a sacrifice to purify you. Not to mention Jesus who I view as a mighty Magician, said this is very good for rituals. He mentions that some spirits are so powerful that one needs to fast and pray to cast them out. Also, other cultures including the Native Americans point out that fasting and purification allows one to be clean from the inside out. And that the person retains more of their personal energy when doing it. 

Which has the effect that a ritual becomes more powerful. And generational and other karmic entities are very strong. You’ll need all the help you can get to face them. Once you feel that are you ready proceed to the next step.

Part 1 : Bowing to the infinite

The Taijitu or “dark bright” the original version.

Magicians like me are usually seen as masters of witchcraft. However, more often than not, we are just students of the divine. Like other witches, we are constantly in tune with the natural energies around us. So we all bow to the divine or to the infinate. I first learned that term from a Hindu friend.

There are some amazing things in our world. In our universe. So you need to mentally and spiritually prepare for opening up to all of that. Let the Earth and the Universe be your guide. Now, if you are using a tree rooted into the ground, you should have pendants with the Taijitu (yin and yang symbol) and the Ouroboros (the serpent who eats his own tail). 

One is infinity and the other duality. Place the pendants onto the tree roots as a decoration. Or if you are using a small potted plant, draw the symbols on the pot. One in front and the other in the back. Or you can print the symbols out and resize them to be able to fit on the pot. 

What I used, was this candle holder. It’s in the image of an Evergreen Tree for Christmas. The Evergreen has powerful magics within. What it does is purify.

I drew the Taijitu inside the Ouroboros on the bottom of my tree of life idol.

Then you can cut them out and glue them to it. It’s up to you. Be as creative as you want. All that matters is that you believe. Once you have done this, feed the tree holy water that you blessed with your own prayers.

You have to bless it yourself. It can’t be done by a priest. The whole point of this is to connect to the divine through faith. It’s you opening yourself up to whoever you believe in to give you the power to bless the water. You can even bless the bottle itself to automatically bless the water when it is filled.

It’s not you doing the blessing. It’s your master of keys. You are being used as a conduit for the blessing. Once this is done, bow before the tree as a form of acknowledgement. The word “namaste” means “The divine in me bows to the divine in you,” so acknowledge the tree as a divine being.

Not just a decoration in the ground, but your equal in creation. Sense the spirit inside of it. Sense it’s wisdom. And ask it in your own words to become another master of keys and aid you in your ritual. Once that is done, you should feel a strange spark, an invisible energy field connecting you to the tree.

You may even see it in your mind as a green field of energy. This is the life force of the Earth. When the spark finishes or stabilizes you will feel it. And now you are ready. Remember, it doesn’t matter if it’s a potted plant or a tree. What matters is the faith and the love you share with that entity. 

Part 2 : Calling your Master of Keys

At this point I would call my Deity. But in your case you would call in whoever you have chosen to guide you. Sit under the plant or tree or right next to it. Or in front of it by facing that direction and sit cross legged. Now you call out to the master of keys. 

Ask this person to help you remove the hex on yourself personally or on your bloodline. With the information you have, briefly explain to your situation to the master of keys. Obviously, they know already. The point is that in magic you have to request for the help and be specific with what you need or want done. However, if you need help with what to say, here is a guide.

Practice Statement

“Oh holy spirit/God/saint name here I ask for your holy intercession in my affairs. I am suffering from a Generational/Karmic curse. It started when explain the situation here (when you’re done explaining move to the next line).  I have bared myself to you. I have denied myself food and any drink that is not water in your honor. 

 And I have denied myself other pleasures. I pray thee divine master of the keys name here, do not ignore my plea. I need your help to remove this curse. Please drive away from me this horrible pattern/spell,”

If an entity or a witch or God was involved say the next part. 

“The God/Demon/unknown witch if name here has bewitched me and my line. I call on you name of masterto set us all free. To cleanse all of our karmas and energies from highest to lowest. To break these dark patterns and codes in our very being. Even those patterns that have become luck, destiny, disease, or any form of misfortune both worldly and unworldly alike. 

Great name of master I call on you to remove these and all other harmful things from me and mine. Heal us as you see fit. If there is anything I do not know or have forgotten to add, please add it to this ritual. In your name (or in the name of a Deity if you working Amen/Mote it be/Aho/Ashe or Ache etc..

You can even say Namaste or whatever other word you wish to use as a prayer seal to remove the curse. If it is just a karmic curse also add,

“And as my karma is cleared, may it not pass down to my relatives. Free them as well,”

That prevents it from becoming generational to someone else. You should feel the powers working on your behalf now. Something strong aiding you. When you feel that it’s done, move on. 

Part 3 : Reconnecting the family tree, to the tree of life

Now this is a very interesting concept. I was taught by a Kabbalist once that each of us carries a part of the tree of life. Similar to the concept of namaste. But we can become disconnected from it sometimes. By our actions or by sins or baleful energies that head our way. 

A Christian spirit once told me that we all carry a piece of the tree of death too. Also known as the Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil. But this tree is parasitic. It binds us to past sins and the curse of death. When a person has a generational or karmic curse, that tree grows powerful in the person’s karma or line. Basically, imagine a weed growing near a tree or a garden. 

Like a dead vine and weed piercing each ancestor and descendant and spreading suffering to new generations. To kill the tree of death, one needs the tree of life. Each bloodline has it”s own trees and rivers and other things. In the world of the dead I have seen ancestral spirits with lands they created for themselves.
I have seen beautiful afterlifes that people’s ancestors live in.

Not just a heaven in the skies but in many ways a Heaven on Earth. And likewise, I have seen people on the other side live in the spiritual equivalent of a waste land. 
Like a broken down neigboorhood. Or a third world country or even a frozen cold mountain. People huddled together in caves for warmth.

But I digress, every family has a main power center. A Tree that is a small clone of the original tree from the beginning of time. You must call on your master of keys to guide your soul to the lost lands of your ancestors. Sit down and visualize the master of keys and say,

“Master name here, I ask you to show me where my original ancestral tree is. Not the one full of sin, but the one full of grace.”

Then wait for the master of keys to show you that place in your mind. They will be guiding your spirit to that place. At first you may have trouble finding it or seeing it. Particularly if something negative is in your way. Pray against the negative energy and your way should be free again. 

Once you finally see it, you may see it not as dead but in a state of disrepair. It may need special care. So now sit crossed legged beneath this tree and pray to your master of keys. 

“Oh good spirit/saint/God name here, I pray for you to please show me how to reconnect this poor seedling to it’s mother tree once more. May those abandoned and scattered seeds find their way home again, Amen,”  

You should feel strange rush of energy. As if something within you has awakened. When it stops, you should know within your own heart what you need to do. Then just do it. Reconnect your tree to the Tree of life in a visualization however you have been told it need to be done.

If it’s a karmic curse on you, imagine your Karma as a large tree and do similar prayers.

Part 3 : The Aqua Vita

Depictions of the Alchemical child are numerous in ancient texts. This image reminded me of that.

Soon you will feel the power of the Tree of Life flowing inside your bloodline. Once this is done, it’s time for the mass purification using the water of life. In the world of the dead, visualize empty river beds that became dry long ago and pray to the master of keys.

“O divine name of master please intercede on our/my behalf with the Goddess Ganga Devi. Let the Living Waters flow through these empty river beds. Make them all teem with life eternal. And may the dead, even those sleeping in death or those in torment for sins be awakened and free. Let them be bathed in holy water and washed clean.

Let them partake of the waters of life and be refreshed. May the past be forever washed away. May all pacts and promises, may all guilt and crime, may all the mistakes we/I have made or harm sent against us/me by others be washed away now. May all the bad karmas be washed away. May everything impure be now made to leave.

And may all bad spirits also be washed in the water of life and put to rest in the mother trees roots. May anything negative be forever removed from us body and soul amen.”

Even ancestors trapped somewhere nasty will be set free. Unless they committed sins that were too great or some other circumstance that is beyond our control. If that is the case you may want to do a consultation with me. Ganga Devi is the Goddess of the River Ganges in India. She has the power to free even the most evil souls from Hell.

Part 4 : Sealing the Ritual

To end everything, you should have some kind of offering ready to serve the master of keys. Both of them since the plant or tree is a part of this as well. For the tree/plant you are using the holy water you blessed to feed it. Once that is done, give the other offering (candles, food etc..) to the master of keys you choose at the beginning.

Then say

“Holy Masters, thank you for this great work you have done with me and for me. I ask you now to take control of the rest of this ritual. I now leave it in your hands and as I feed you both this offering, may you both now feed my ancestors and guides on the other side, Amen,”

If it’s actual food leave it outside somewhere in nature. And it’s done. Even if you made a mistake, the masters of the keys will handle it all. In many cases the loss of negativity will cause a “healing crisis” where things get worse before they get better. This could be a flu like sickness, “bad luck” which is actually your karma reforming etc..

If it does happen to become too intense, give another offering to the master of keys. Explain that it’s too much and you need help baring the load. They will help everything slow down and things should improve. However, if that’s not the case, contact me for a consultation. If you have any questions contact me. 

– M

The Egg Moon in Libra

Also known as the Pink Moon due to the pink phylox flowers. This is the time when animals lay their eggs in Spring.

The Fool Moon is upon us once more. Some witches will dance on this new Sabbat. Others of a more Christian inclination will attend church. And some will do both. This Moon rises on Good Friday.

For Santeros, we are forbidden to do magic at this time. For us, Jesus Christ is in the Underworld finding lost souls who need to be crossed over. He is in his Cthonic form. Therefore in his honor, we do not do magic. Those who do magic at this time in our community, are doing black magic.

That or they’re from a Santero tradition much closer to the original African traditions. Therefore they don’t acknowledge Jesus. Everyone is calling it the Pink Moon, so me being the non-conformist that I am decided to go with this name instead. I am also planning to do a special offering for Ostara using milk. After all, she’s one of my Goddesses.

I had to sit down with the Angels and explain that while I intend to not do magic, I have other Gods to worship. They understood and I have been celebrating other holidays these days. Now, I am going to post all the articles I have found on the Moon in Libra here :

From Cherokee Billie the Medium

https://cherokeebilliespiritualadvisor.com/blogs/all/full-pink-moon-april-19-2019-in-libra

The Eye of Horus Astrology link couldn’t be uploaded for some reason. But here is a small snippet of Pandora Astrology.

From Pandora Astrology

They all pretty much state the same exact thing : radical transformation, lots of conflict, and the reaping of negative things from our lives. The conflict and transformation are because of the reaping. It’s a Green Reaping. Nature removing the blocks keeping us stagnate. So as long as you are consciously removing the negative stuff in your life you should be okay.

You should also watch your mouth and what you say at this time. These kinds of lunations force the subconscious to the surface. You end up saying things you don’t really mean. Or actually yes you do mean. But you don’t care who’s feelings you hurt in the process.

You act like a dick basically. This is because the Moon represents our subconscious. So we act a little drunk depending on how powerful the lunation is. If you have something to say, try to find a smooth way to say it. Or vent to a friend to get the anger out.

Think before you open your mouth. Trust me, this will save you a lot of trouble. Especially with your loved ones and your boss. Relax, take the time to meditate. In my case, I realize I am having a nasty crisis in my life and having to deal with it.

The Moon triggered it and I realized how much poison I have inside to remove. I’m working with Shiva and Christ for the removal of this hurt. So it isn’t just you. Spiritual people are also effected. You’re not alone.

On the upside I now have a Patreon (Miami Magus is my name there too!). I’ll focus more on it when I get the chance to list all of my services on there. What conflicts are you going through? What problems do you need solved? Remember that if you need a reading (or maybe some help on your journey) I am here for you. We’ll figure it out together.

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