I have been absent from writing my usual blog posts for a while. And been doing a lot of reblogging instead. This is because of how busy I have been in my normal day to day life. Unfortunately, my normal day to day life isn’t quite so normal. I was asked to help a child.
Another sick child, very much like the case I worked on a few years ago. And wrote about in my blog. About a child who was being killed by a demonic entity in her family tree. A Generational Demon. This child had the same issue.
Different Demon though.
I was successful at driving out the entity. And helping the family involved. I will write a more extensive post about it soon. Since I catalogue my cases on here to see if they are of help to others. In the meantime, remember I am retired now.
Fully retired. Not semi retired anymore.
I did this because a child was involved and it was a close friend of the family. This entity was the most powerful I have faced to date. I am done. I am outta here. I see no benefit in poking bears with sticks.
Also Hurricane Season has begone in Florida. And I have to prepare for it now. Not to mention help members of my community out. We’re getting plywood and some other stuff ready for when it happens. As I am resting, I can hear the gentle rains outside my room.
It makes the night more beautiful. And I have decided to start enjoying the simpler pleasures in life. I have done enough. It’s time for me to let everything go. Leave all the burdens of the world behind me.
That might seem selfish. But I have no more to give. I need something for myself at least. Catch you later everyone.
Another month, another full moon. But before we start with that, I need to do a public service announcement. I have not been blogging in a long time. And the reason for this is because I am busy as hell. Lots of projects.
And on that note, I need to say something :
I am no longer taking any new clients. That’s it. This was not a decision that came easy to me. But I have come across a lot of ungrateful people. Especially those who seem to have plenty of money for fancy cars.
Women. And even yachts. But none to pay me to protect their asses from their enemies. I’m going to be honest about something. I hate rich people.
I view them as a parasitic class in society.
They don’t produce wealth. They sucker poorer people into producing it for them. They lure them in with false promises of sharing the prosperity. And the “American dream” which doesn’t exist by the way. I only worked for them out of necessity in order to provide for myself.
But they aren’t paying their dues. So last night, after having an intense in depth conversation with my Gods, I let them go. I released them from my protection and let the Gods handle them. This doesn’t mean that I hurt them. It just means they are no longer my concern.
Already receiving complaints. Guess what? Don’t care. It’s time to start severing negative ties. And that is the theme of the current astrological atmosphere. I have begone to notice other people are following suit.
I guess it’s time to kick some people the hell out. I am currently cutting everything out that does not benefit me. Do some late spring cleaning. That’s what this time is all about. At least from what I can tell is in the air.
Another blogger named the peculiar brunette mentions this too. More on that later.
History and names
Many different people had different names for this moon. As you can see by the title alone. It’s believed this was the time when Wild Strawberries grew. But also green corn, roses and other flowers, and even regular plants were at their peak. It’s believed that the last moon of spring or the first of summer is the Strawberry Moon.
That’s probably why it was also called the hot moon. Because it’s hot as balls here in Florida. More than usual. This is a time of unending life. All the animals are mating.
New flowers are being born. Everything is changing. We also started hurricane season here in Florida. I’m tempted to add another name and call it the Hurricane moon. But I don’t want to jinx anything.
There is a whole plethora of names for this moon. And they each meant something different to the Celts, the indigenous nations, and other groups. But all in all it’s a good moon for healing magic. It will reach its peak today. Saturday June 3rd at 11:43 pm Eastern time.
This is also a romantic moon. It’s believed that mead was offered up as a gift to newlyweds after their honey moon. So forces of love and romance are unleashed during this season. Love magic (ethical love magic that is) will be strengthened by the season. As this is a time of mating.
Remember Peculiar Brunette? in her article she says that strawberries are not only seen as symbolic of love and luck. But are even sacred to Freya herself. Hoodoo practitioners also use this time to do honey jars for love or money. Well by love here I think what we really mean is sex. It’s mating season.
And not just for animals.
Remember that heat encourages sex. And if you don’t believe me, put a naked man in a cold room. And watch his shit shrink. Right about now you wish you could claw your eyes out to remove that imagery right? 😆 Sorry not sorry. That’s what you get for doubting your Magus’ words.
Remember what I told you at the beginning of the blog post? I said that the atmosphere of change was in the air. That I was even doing some late spring cleaning. That is what the astrological forces have us set on doing. And the seasonal forces as well.
This is a perfect time to do some clearance work. Removal of bad things from the past. What is commonly referred to as a “Cut and Clear Ritual”. It’s not an old Hoodoo term like lots of people believe. In fact it’s a relatively modern term.
It was used for somebody’s spiritual products. But I can’t remember who it was. But this is just another form of cleansing or clearance ritual. And you can do a clearance ritual based on your own religious or cultural background. Or based on what your spirits tell you to do.
Now if they give you a ritual, listen. And write it down for the future. That’s divine knowledge they’re giving you. But for those who are new to clearance work, this post from Art of the Root can help you out. Essentially it’s the version with a lemon, scissors, and candle.
Strangely enough, or maybe not so strange, the moon works well with the sun. In fact I’m toying with the idea of making some sun water too. Which is the same as moon water. But using the energy of the sun instead.
Drum Circles in Miami
Another thing that’s done during the full moon, especially in Miami, are Drum Circles!
Every state usually has their own version of this. It’s basically when people come together on a full moon. And have a party beneath the light of the moon. We have bonfires and dancing. Drumming and other forms of music.
These are not Pagan or religious. It’s more like a couple of hippies coming together to dance and party. Not that we need a reason to party. But if we did, nothing could be better than the Full Moon. If I were a sociologist or even a philosopher, I’d be tempted to say this sounds like an earlier memory of Pagan times.
The only thing we’re missing is naked people dancing around a fire
Our drum circles are done at the Beach. With performers as well as musicians. We gather together to unwind from the stress of life. Try to relax. Not care so much.
It’s also a perfect place to do Pagan or mystical rituals. Nobody cares if you do them there. They think it’s cool. And they ask questions. Granted, I’ve always tried to hide what I’m doing.
But when they see me and my friend carry a large melon to the beach to offer it to Yemaya, people always have questions.
” Yo! What are you guys doing? Is it like a Pagan ritual or something? “
This drum circle is located at 79th St & Collins Ave in Miami Beach. I doubt it’s the only one though. There must be dozens of groups in Miami alone with a Drum Circle. Some are more private than others. So if you need an impromptu place to do a Pagan ritual and party, there is where you do it.
I should also add that the energy of the revelers adds a lot of power to whatever you’re doing. Just respect nature. Don’t litter. And the usual rules apply : don’t drink and drive. Don’t leave drinks unattended, don’t go off with some random stranger.
And that goes for the women and the men too. In Florida, we have women con artists who drug the men. And after plying them with drink or a roofie they get to work. Once they get inside to the victim’s house, they rob em blind. Usually it’s the tourists and the rich assholes they do this to.
So don’t be stupid.
Whether you’re in Miami or anywhere else. A handsome or pretty face can result in you losing everything. Either to a sex predator. Or to a thief. Just throwing that out there.
We have a lot of rain down here because of a tropical depression named Arlene. I have no idea if there will even be a drum circle tonight. I may just not go in any case and stay home. But I really need to go. I need that refreshing energy of the beach.
Combined with the moon, the spirits, and people dancing to the primordial rhythms.
The Moon is at it’s peak at 11:45pm EST. But the damn thing is covered up by the clouds. Though it only really gets huge two days after. So expect a gigantic moon in these next two days. Possibly three days.
So I have eaten a late dinner. That way I won’t be hungry and can fast from 11pm-1am. I have cleansed and purified spiritually as well as magically. And I have give offerings to Jesus using Christian Necromancy. I am ready.
Traditionally, you are supposed to go to the porch of a church to find out who will die this year. But I have proven that this time of the year is perfect for any kind of divination. So you could find this information out regardless of what divination you choose to use. In retrospect I decided to stick with it. Either way, when I see those phantoms at the church porch, it’s hard to see who they are.
They appear faceless to me. And I think it would be a worse shock to see the face of someone I know. I mean what happens if it’s me I see down there? Plus there are other advantages. Too many churches have security systems now. Or even actual guards sometimes.
Like this, I can pluck the information I need out of the ether. I have called upon the Chthonic forces to aid me in knowing who if any will perish. Now it’s time to take out the trash. Finish watching “That’s my Jam”. And prepare to hold vigil.
We just got through one creepy Saint’s Eve to now enter another. Saint Mark’s Eve. That time when we see the Doppelgängers of living people march to the church. It’s said that if you fast, then go to the porch of a church between 11pm- 1am, you will see phantoms of the future dead. And it’s a sure bet that persons who manifest there will die within the year.
It’s said that those who appear die in the order that their phantom appeared. Those who appear first, die first. Those last on the ghoulish parade die later in the year. The ritual is only for two hours. It’s said, that phantoms who look into the church windows will not die.
But they will get really sick within that year though. Still, better than being dead. This is also known as the Night of Mystery. These are the nights when men and women alike try their hand at divination. The death divinations originate from England.
Specifically, Yorkshire. And see where fate takes them. I know this to be all too true. Though how they came to be is anyone’s guess.
~ Marked for Death ~
During the 2020 pandemic, I wasn’t able to sneak out to a church like I normally did. There was a curfew imposed on the city at the time. You know, the measures for keeping COVID at bay. Sadly most of these idiots in Miami didn’t obey the curfews. And even less bothered to wear the masks.
Which is what led to so many deaths down here. And which is why, contrary to what the news tells you, we still have COVID deaths. Mostly in old people’s homes and in the hospitals. And at the height of the pandemic it was worse. Way worse.
My grandfather was in a home at the time. At midnight on St. Mark’s Eve, I cast the bones instead. And I asked if someone I knew would die. On this occasion, the bones said yes. I asked if it was my grandfather and again yes.
I was so shocked by the answer that I refused to acknowledge it. I called the forces on the other side liars. Even though I had properly vetted the spirits. And used holy names of Gods to activate the bones. But these were good spirits, not evil.
And in my heart I knew what they had told me was the truth. I just didn’t want to believe it. Soon after he got sick. Pneumonia they told us. I ignored the Oracle.
And convinced myself he would be fine. I did some healing work on him instead. And he seemed like he would be fine. And then one day, my mother came home sobbing. And told me he was dead.
Later there was a scandal on the news. The media reported, that over 100 cases of COVID were at that home. And something else bothered me too. They cremated him fast. Which always made me suspicious.
Why did they do it? What were they trying to hide? After all, if he died from “pneumonia” there was no reason to cremate it so fast. Heck we didn’t even know if we wanted to cremate him. And most of not all of the residents of this home were bed ridden. So where could they have gone to get infected? The disease probably came in from one of the workers who was careless. But anyways, there are other rituals for seeking out the future dead.
For example, you have the “riddling of the ashes“. This meant that you would take ashes from the Hearth (fire place). And spread them over the floor.
In the morning the household would rush down stairs. If there was a foot print that matched a family member, they would die within the year. But I have proven that this time of the year is perfect for any kind of divination. So you could find this information out regardless of what divination you choose to use. In retrospect I decided to stick with it.
When I see those phantoms at the church porch, it’s hard to distinguish who they are. They appear faceless to me. And I think it would be a worse shock to see the face of someone I know. I mean what happens if it’s me I see down there? Plus there are other advantages. Too many churches have security systems now. Or even actual guards sometimes.
Like this, I can pluck the information I need out of the ether.
~ Other Rituals of St. Mark ~
Conjuration of Future Husbands
There were other rituals. For example, finding a husband. As strange as this will sound, women left their wet laundry near a fire to dry. And the soul of their future husband would appear in order to turn the clothing. To finish drying it.
Other rituals to learn about your intended spouses can also be learned through this old charm.
Nut Divination for future husbands
“Fast from sunset on St. Mark’s Eve and during the night. Bake a cake that contains an eggshellfull of salt, wheat meal, and barley meal. Set the baked cake to cool on the table and leave the door to your home open. Sometime over the course of the night your future love will come in and turn the cake. You’ll just need to stay awake to see who it might be.
Also, just as at Halloween, there is as well a long standing tradition of divination by nuts on St. Mark’s Eve. Young women would set a row of nuts on the hot embers of the hearth, one for each girl. Each would breathe the name of her intended into the hearth and if the love was to be true, the nut would jump away as it got hotter. But if the nut sat there and was consumed by the fire, the love was not meant to be:
If you love me, pop and fly, If not, lie there silently,”
Then we have the customs of exchanging rosebuds with lovers. It isn’t magical at all. But the story is still worth mentioning.
🌹The legend of Trancedi and Maria 💀
“In Venice on St. Mark’s Day, which is tomorrow, the 25th of April, many rosebuds will be exchanged. This custom actually has little to do with St. Mark; rather, it comes from an old story of love lost: In the eighth century, not all that long before those merchants set sail for Alexandria to steal the relics of St. Mark, there lived in Venice a troubadour of humble means named Trancedi, who fell in love with the doge’s daughter, Maria, and Maria was equally enamored of the troubadour. The doge, however, was not pleased that a man of so low a social standing was wooing his daughter.
And so Trancedi went off to war in a distant land, in hopes of returning triumphant, thereby impressing his potential future father-in-law. And Trancedi did really well for himself, but, alas, just before he was to return home to Venice, was mortally wounded in battle, and in his last moments, fell upon a rosebush. He plucked a single rosebud and gave it to his friend Orlando, who was at his side, and asked Orlando to bring the rosebud to Maria. He did. She received the blood-stained flower, and the news of her love’s fate, on St. Mark’s Day, the 25th of April, and that night, she died upon her own bed, holding Trancedi’s rosebud, a symbol of love eternal. And to this day, rosebuds are exchanged in Venice on St. Mark’s Day.,”
Others will eat a dish of rice and peas.
I intend to make use of these and other rituals I find for my magic. St. Mark’s Eve is perfect for divination and love magic. But also for looking into the wider mysteries of the Universe.
I had already written a comprehensive article on St. George. On his origins as a Palestinian Soldier in the Roman Empire’s army. How he was an immortal and even a Mage for many years until he finally died. And the Dragon of Libya. Here is the article.
Mercury retrograde is upon us once more. We approach that time of the month again. When our divine messenger becomes a psychopomp. And leads the dead away for the mysteries of the afterlife. Let’s begin.
Pretty straight forward. The usual stuff about not making concrete plans or important decisions during a retrograde. However there’s another side to it. A side that is way more positive. The way of silence.
The way of silence involves using dark energy. And dark beings also. For the healing of the mind, body, and soul. It isn’t the typical new age stuff. Not that I am against the New Age.
One of the people I admire the most was Edgar Cayce, the Father of the New Age. He was a Christian Mystic and Prophet. This man had powers that baffle even the more traditional mediums. My problem is with people who have taken the New Age and perverted. Making it into the trendy, feel good, Splenda flavored crap it has become today.
Simply, dark energy does not always mean evil. It actually doesn’t ever. All energy, such as light and dark are neutral. And can be used for evil or good accordingly. Let me show you an example of the darkness being used for good.
The Path of Silence
This is what I call the path of silence. It’s a term I sort of self coined in my own meditations. For my own brand of shadow work. So in my shadow work, when a Retrograde comes, I try to sit still in the pain. Sit outside of my comfort zone.
Where most people don’t like to be. I think of the things I typically hold in. Like a closed fist. And I unclose that fist. I let the flood waters out.
I react in a variety of different ways. Including crying. I let myself shake even. Or sometimes I get so overwhelmed I sleep. And sleep is actually the best way to do this work.
There in the Darkness
There in the darkness, I eventually quiet the voices down. Until I hear nothing. Just the empty void. As quiet as a tomb. I hear a single water drip down into a pool.
And when I open my eyes I’m in a cave. And there, walking towards me out of the infinite shadows that would drive all of us mad, is Lord Hermes. The Shadow Lord. No longer the young, clean shaven youth. But the older, darker, bearded man.
I am on the cold sandy floor crossed legged. He sits on a stone in front of me. He studies me for a long time. It makes me uncomfortable as hell. And he asks me what I wish to discuss.
And I begin my therapy with him.
Actually this is therapy and confession as well as cleansing. During this time I practice pure necromancy. I avoid anything related to the light as much as possible. And I gaze into the void we all carry within. And I try to learn more about myself.
I don’t hate myself at all. In fact it’s the opposite. I hold court with myself. Different versions of myself appear behind him. And each speak and tell me their problems.
I begin to strategize with Hermes and my guides. About what changes to make. One by one each version is purified in a ritual cleansing that is secret. Then I re-absorb them into myself. In this way I am regaining my personal power.
And doing away with negative things that only hinder me. I am also promising to myself in the name of a God, that I will at least try to be better. And to do better next time. This is a form of shadow work you can do during any retrograde. You just substitute Hermes for the whatever God of whatever planet is in Retrograde.
And of course the problems each retrograde brings out are different. Another thing to do, is perform a Necromantic Ritual. Either with your own ancestors or the God whose planet is about to enter retrograde. Asking them for a deliverance from the bad luck and other negative aspects of a retrograde.
The Shadows Grow……
but that’s not a bad thing
There’s a solar eclipse tonight. Which when combined with the New Moon and the Mercury Retrograde unleashes a lot of shadow power. When there is a solar eclipse, it’s the Sun Gods and Goddesses entering their death forms. This may sound like a contradiction right? How is it possible. How the fuck can a Sun God like Ra or Hawk Maiden or Apollon or Amaterasu be dead? Because everything dies.
Even our sun will one day die.
And then it all comes back in an endless cycle. A hoop that never breaks. The Sun Gods can and do die. In fact they appear in several funerary texts. Eternal life can also be the same as death.
In Christianity, you can only gain immortality through dying and entering Heaven. And then you become one with Jesus and therefore be eternal. So it’s not a contradiction. The Solar Deities entering their deathly aspects increase the powers of the Retrograde and the New Moon. Which is the natural time of the dead.
Now to make it even stronger, today is the feast of Baron Samedi. The Vodoun Loa (God) of the dead. And it’s also the feast of Saint Expedite.
The Stars of the Dead
This is what I am calling all the astrological forces I am seeing and sensing right now. Because I view them in my mind as stars. And they are lining up in Star form. Right now it’s a Hexagon. A six pointed Star.
The New Moon in Aries. This also means Aries the God of War is in his death aspect.
And therefore he adds his own power and wrath. Barron Samedi the Vodoun Loa (God) of the Dead and Saint Expedite. Tonight’s solar eclipse. And finally, the effects of the Mercury Retrograde. Tomorrow it drops to a trio : Mercury retrograde, and the New Moon with chthonic Aries.
Then a Pentagram with those two plus Saturn’s Day (Saturday). The day for the dead. And St. George’s Eve which is the time of the dead and phantoms. But also the dark spirits.
Demons roam the skies and land. And wicked things are everywhere. Black Witches practice their rites to Satan and Lilith on this night. Mercury Retrograde takes place on Friday. Any and all kinds of magic during this time will be powerful.
For good and bad.
Some legends say that you see Will-O’-the-wisps at night. And that these are souls of the dead that guard treasures they buried before they died. So that if you see these fiery spirits, you must mark on a map where you saw them. So that you can take the treasures. Yes this is a dark night indeed.
The veil will be at its lowest this week. So what does it actually do? I’ll make it easy. It can,
• Magnify all magic by means of lowering the Veil
• Create doorways to facilitate travel between the worlds
This goes both ways. Certain witches have been known to use times of the day or night of year to enter the spirit world. During the Wild Hunt, some witches used to astral project and join the Hunt. And this is such a time. The Stars of the Dead as I call them, will begin to fade Sunday morning.
Leaving only the New Moon in Aries and Mercury Retrograde. Then the New Moon will vanish with the first quarter moon. And it will be just Mercury Retrograde (for now). But this is just for now. I haven’t consulted my calendar in a while.
I promised I would tell you all what happened the next day after my last post. So here it goes. I cleansed my house after some spring cleaning. And then instead of blessing the house with my Exorcised Water, I used something else. My sister had gifted me some Hoodoo protection oil from Georgia.
The lettering is faded. But no matter. The point is this oil which I never used before, works. Besides the witch who made it, my sister blessed it herself. Making it extra strong.
Though based on how potent this stuff was, I’m guessing it didn’t need much more power than it already had. Normally I use fiery wall of protection or Elegua Oil (oil sacred to Elegua) to ward my home. This was the first time I used this type of oil. It acted like fiery wall of protection. And it was just as potent.
I learned from watching a few Christian preachers and using their charms how to best apply the oil. I took the oil and liberally made crosses of protection with it on all the walls. I anointed the exists and entryways. I anointed the doorknobs. I even anointed my idols with it.
I saw and felt how Fire energy rose from wherever I applied this oil. And then I added sea salt to the windows and doors to increase the strength. All the time, I took my confirmation Bible and began reciting theBible during the blessing.
The Book of Revelations Chapter 5,
The Book with Seven Seals
“1And I saw in the right hand of him that sat on the throne a book written within and on the backside, sealed with seven seals. 2And I saw a strong angel proclaiming with a loud voice, Who is worthy to open the book, and to loose the seals thereof? 3And no man in heaven, nor in earth, neither under the earth, was able to open the book, neither to look thereon. 4And I wept much, because no man was found worthy to open and to read the book, neither to look thereon.
The Lamb is Worthy
5And one of the elders saith unto me, Weep not: behold, the Lion of the tribe of Juda, the Root of David, hath prevailed to open the book, and to loose the seven seals thereof.
6And I beheld, and, lo, in the midst of the throne and of the four beasts, and in the midst of the elders, stood a Lamb as it had been slain, having seven horns and seven eyes, which are the seven Spirits of God sent forth into all the earth.
7And he came and took the book out of the right hand of him that sat upon the throne. 8And when he had taken the book, the four beasts and four and twenty elders fell down before the Lamb, having every one of them harps, and golden vials full of odours, which are the prayers of saints.
9And they sung a new song, saying, Thou art worthy to take the book, and to open the seals thereof: for thou wast slain, and hast redeemed us to God by thy blood out of every kindred, and tongue, and people, and nation; 10And hast made us unto our God kings and priests: and we shall reign on the earth.
The Lamb Exalted
11And I beheld, and I heard the voice of many angels round about the throne and the beasts and the elders: and the number of them was ten thousand times ten thousand, and thousands of thousands; 12Saying with a loud voice, Worthy is the Lamb that was slain to receive power, and riches, and wisdom, and strength, and honour, and glory, and blessing.
13And every creature which is in heaven, and on the earth, and under the earth, and such as are in the sea, and all that are in them, heard I saying, Blessing, and honour, and glory, and power, be unto him that sitteth upon the throne, and unto the Lamb for ever and ever. 14And the four beasts said, Amen. And the four and twenty elders fell down and worshipped him that liveth for ever and ever,”
The Lion of the Tribe of Judah hath conquered the root of David is a line used in St. Benedict’s famous exorcism. Which is why I used the whole chapter where it appears. I just visualized a red holy fire from the Seraphim entering the oil. And consecrating and re-dedicating the house as a Temple. I finished outside on the Balcony.
As well as at the front door. I even dropped some of the oil onto the threshold of the door. Then it was time for some seasoning.
I had blessed this baby with a medieval exorcism prayer. Medieval Catholicism may not have been the most enlightened version of Catholicism. In fact they were anti scientific and against any form of free thought or equality. But, nothing beats the magic. In terms of rituals and sorcery and knowledge of various spirits it was a true golden age of magic for the church.
Sadly, the Vatican councils change everything. They keep weakening and watering down the rituals and prayers to be more modern. So we get ultra conservative dogma of the church most of the time, but not magical or spiritual enlightenment. Though thanks to Pope Francis at least the church is no longer as backwards as it once was. And he’s trying to reform it for the best.
But there is absolutely nothing wrong with the medieval prayers and rituals. And though they are “defunct” for use in the modern church, they still contain power. The prayer I read over the salt to make it holy was like a nuclear bomb in the form of a pill. Imagine that each grain of salt contains enough power to ward off any bad spirit of any kind. Break any curse. And even curse any enemy witch trying to hurt you.
They are like a mini armory. And together they can defeat armies. So I rubbed the salt together with the Hoodoo oil. And the spiritual fire became an almost electric fire. An alchemy of magics such as I had not seen before.
I really have to ask my sister where she got this stuff. I think I’ll start ordering from whoever makes this. When I finished I added a special binding to the spell. I won’t say what it is or where it comes from. Except that it’s also Christian Magic.
It really finished the ritual with a bang. Finally, I felt the whole house glow. I didn’t just see it, I felt it. I felt a heat go through the house. And then as a suddenly as it had arrived….it stopped.
I meditated and prayed. I couldn’t do anything else during Holy Week. Later that night I braced myself. At first I felt nothing. But then I felt anxiety.
And anger. But it wasn’t mine or anyone else’s. This time I was glad I remembered to pray before sleep. And I heard this crazy buzzing outside of my front door. At first I thought it was electricity.
But then I paid attention and realized it was the buzzing of many insects. They sounded like wasps or something. Whatever it was, I wasn’t going to open the door. I looked out the peephole and saw nothing. And then I felt it : anger.
From outside the door. They were trying to come inside and couldn’t. And I just thought it was strange. Until I remembered that witches aren’t the only ones who use animal familiars. Animal guides can be used by spirits as their proxies.
Their physical world avatars. I didn’t bother to ask my spirits. I knew that the things that had bothered me the night before were causing this. At best, I would allow aggressive insects into my house if I opened the door. And at worst, I would allow something far worse to cross the threshold.
So I went to my bed and placed my Bible under my pillow, prayed, and slept. And guess what? Nothing happened to me. For all their talk and threats, they couldn’t enter my dreams this time. They couldn’t even cross over into my home. Or float outside my window or above the roof.
Nothing. They were stuck outside. And last night during the April Moon I didn’t see or sense them. Nor hear them. You saw my pictures.
I even went downstairs after the witching hour and nothing attacked me. I was fine. I feel like whatever attacked, has either given up. Or is being blocked from coming here. So I’m back to sleeping soundly again.
~ And the bad news is ~
Unfortunately, I can’t say the same thing about others I know. Some of my relatives have been harassed by things around them. Some of my friends too. I had to help cleanse a friend of mine from a negative stain a spirit left on him. He doesn’t even know where it came from.
He has no enemies. Though I have a theory. He’s a security guard and is up late at night at the main gate. Which means he is always facing the road. Which is where spirits like to congregate.
And when he leaves, sometimes it’s at 3am. Or later. I suspect something followed him home one night and messed him up. To make it worse, the residents there are mostly negative people. And some of the other guards have had paranormal experiences.
One guy even claims he saw the Skunk Ape. It’s sort of our version of Big Foot. So he may be exposed to certain paranormal energies from the other guards. I have to help him cleanse with his spirits and mine. I have to keep you posted on his cleansing.
But at least as far as myself, I am safe. To those who read my posts I would suggest a spiritual cleansing for the home. Followed by a blessing. For everyone during this Holy Week. I have already bought some more candles and incense in preparation for this.
And preparing some moon water during this week on my balcony. I added moonstone, quartz, lapis lazuli, and some other stones in the water. With a statue of Poseidon on one side and a statue of Yemaya to the other. I let them and the moon and crystals do their work. I also prayed to Selene and Endimeon as well as the man in the moon last night.
But I am stocked up on holy water, incense, candles, and my other supplies. If you don’t practice magic, find a local holy temple. Of any religion. And stock up on supplies and blessings. And do a blessing like me.
I’m on my Earth and Air shrine which I use for meditation and Astrology. And the view of the moon is good here. I’m waiting for it to be 12:34 am my time to get a good sight of the moon. So I figured I would show you my pictures so far.
I’m just here on my balcony, praying to the Gods (which includes Jesus). Enjoying the night breeze with my plants. And listening to advice from my spirit guides. Grounding with the Earth, because one does not need to be on a tree or dirt to ground. You can ground from anywhere.
If you’re on planet Earth, then you could be a thousand feet in the air and still access it.
Even while one looks up at the Moon. Here, let me entertain you with some of the links on the moon sent to me today.
Part way through I realized I would not be able to see the moon from my shrine. As it moved, it got into place above my roof. So I had to go downstairs just to see it get to it’s peak. But I waited until the appropriate time so that I could enjoy being with my plants and spirits. Just a little while longer.
A cloud cover started to come in at the last minute.
So I decided to hurry my ass down and hope for a good image.
So I took out my wallet as is the custom among the old witches of England and I opened it up. And I prayed to the man in the moon to fill it up with money. And any and other forms of prosperity. I already had my Moon water prepared when the Moon began to show how big it was on Tuesday. This time I prayed also for my other charms to be blessed as well.
I also uttered a secret wish.
And I left. Oh by the way the ritual I did for protection worked. For those who are wondering. I will write that post up soon enough. But for now, I’m going to take my moon bath.
Many of you are probably asking why I am posting this. It’s only partially religious. Also remember I am a Christo Pagan. It’s mostly paranormal. Some weird shit that happened to me last night.
But I should start from the beginning.
Santeria and Latin America
Santeria is a mix of the Catholic religion with traditional Yoruba religion from Nigeria. It isn’t Vodou per say, but it does have some things in common. Santeria also have deep connections to Spiritualism. Spiritualism and Spiritism actually. Especially those things taught to us by Allan Kardec.
In Latin America and in Santeria, magic is usually never practiced during Holy Week. The reason for this, is do to Catholic traditions. In which the crosses and altars are hidden from view during this time. White cloths are placed over the sacred items. And we Santeros and even Spiritualists and Spiritists do the same.
To honor Christ. A spiritualist once told me that during this time, Jesus re-enters the underworld. And he’s there to cross over innocent souls still trapped in Purgatory. Until he spiritually resurrects after Good Friday. In which case he goes back to Heaven with all of the souls he has saved.
So perhaps it’s not right to say we can’t practice magic. We can. But it’s a spiritual type of magic. We pray and study scriptures or spiritual things with our spirit guides. We just don’t burn candles.
Instead we allow the energy or power of God to do it all for us. So Holy Week can be a very sweet and spiritually fulfilling time. However, as I have mentioned before and will keep mentioning, everything has a dark side.
The Dark Side of Holy Week
It’s said that on the day Christ was crucified, there were all sorts of demons reveling. They had failed to stop him from accomplishing his mission. So they decided to celebrate that he was suffering and dying. A small “victory” for their side. And that has become a tradition ever since.
Demons tend to have their own celebrations at this time. And practitioners of black magic tend to perform rituals and honor to their own evil spirits as well. I say practitioners because not every evil sorcerer is a Satanist. But the main belief is that before, after, and even during a holy day or week, they celebrate. All in order to mock whatever higher power has a feast day.
This isn’t just a Christian thing. Similar things can be found in other faiths. Where black rites and evil spirits celebrating can be found during the feast days of other Gods. The point is to commit sacrilege against the holy. We see the same on other holy days.
We see it on Walpurgisnacht (Walpurga’s night) which was originally the Christianized Beltane festival. It was believed the Devil and his followers gather on Mount Brocken in Germany. To celebrate their own black rites. To dance, and drink, and make merry. For this reason the evening of April 30th to May 1st is sacred to most Satanic groups.
Granted, this arose from the Christian perversion of Nordic religion. Even calling Odin or Wotan a “devil”. Regardless of how it arose, in the 60’s Anton LaVey made Walpurgisnacht an official satanic holiday. So it is celebrated by many modern and traditional satanists. And even they say they believe the stories of Mount Brocken are true.
There are many people who think that Satan and his horde still hold court on that mountain to this day. To mock not just the Christian God, but the Pagan Gods as well. So it’s not just the Christians getting harassed by these dark powers. It’s us too. And something similar is found in Santeria.
It’s believed that no Santero, Witch, or Spiritualist will practice magic on this day. Except someone who is intentionally trying to work with the darker spiritual forces. This doesn’t always mean a Satanist though. A Santero might break the taboo. If they think that in order to help their client, they need the aid of darker forces.
Now let me clarify, Santeros and Witches in general don’t have a black and white mentality. We believe in using whatever we can get help from depending on a situation. So if we believe that we need help from the dark side, we will get help from them. That doesn’t mean that we will engage in Devil worship. Or that we will make it a habit of working with dark things all of the time.
But in order to help an abused woman. A child being violated. A person being harassed by a landlord. Or even someone who owes money to the wrong people, we won’t hesitate to dip our toes in the darkness for it. And that is a long Judeo Christian tradition.
Going back to Moshe (Moses) who often used dark arts to help his people. As well as King Solomon who learned to bind demons and employ them against his enemies. So don’t think that we are unholy for doing this. It goes back to Biblical times.
Strange Visions in the Night
Now I am not saying I saw a Flying Head from indigenous religion. I live in Florida. And we have totally different Native groups here. But I did see something and whatever it was decided to come fuck with me in the night. It was strange.
Technically, it started Sunday night. But I didn’t put two and two together until recently. On Sunday I felt….something nasty. It made me uneasy. In the middle of the night I felt that that deep primordial fear of something nearby. It wasn’t in my room though.
But whatever it was, made me feel like a child again. I was scared. I figured it was just a bad dream. Until last night. Because last night I had strange dreams and visions.
And one of them, was of a floating head outside of my window.
It couldn’t enter my room because my house is a temple. There are shrine-altars everywhere. And the home is specifically consecrated through a dedication ritual to block things out. And my room has the most shrines of all. Even on my window.
So it couldn’t enter.
But I felt it saying something in English. It said something about “gathering souls” to eat. It unsettled me. I couldn’t make out any features because it was just a large shadow outside my window. At this point I still thought it was a nightmare and forced myself to become more awake.
I didn’t think anything of it. Until I heard weird noises all around me. Then I heard a scratching sound on the front door of the house. But again, I have protection everywhere. I didn’t do any of my normal protection spells do to Holy Week.
So instead I slept with a blessed confirmation Bible under my pillow. I finally realized it was all real when I used my sight. I could see the shadow of a haggard old woman with native features. She was floating above the roof top of my house.
“What the fuck?” I shouted.
I was almost waiting for an answer. My friend had recently told me she noticed a lot of dark activity near my home. And that I needed to be careful. I live on a crossroads. Which are interdimensional portals.
But besides that, the lands here always had something off with them. There are good spirits here trust me. And the Land Spirit is good too. But there’s also a lot of weird shit here. At some point I had to do a Deliverance to get rid of the spirits showing up here.
Finally, I got fed up with this shit. I took the confirmation Bible in my hands. And I focused on the energies of the entities. And I put them together in one image in my mind. A mental representation.
Similar to a Voodoo Doll. And I said,
“In the name of Adonai Tzevaot (Lord of Hosts) I command you to leave me alone and go to Gehenna(Hell) where you belong,”
Then, I focused in the image in my mind. And I smashed it over the head with the confirmation Bible in my hands. I heard multiple voices shriek in terror and pain. And anger, as if they were cursing my name in another language. And they finally fled.
But it took a good five minutes before they left. If they didn’t leave I had a plan B. After I was satisfied they were gone I began to pray. In retrospect I should have from the beginning. I commended myself and my home to God and asked for our protection.
After that all I had was peace.
I am going to do a special protection prayer and cleanse my shrine-altars again. I have some protection oil my sister got from a Hoodoo store in Georgia. And I will combine that with prayers to the Archangel Michael. But I had the strangest feeling when I woke up this morning. It was actually a memory of a dream I had after this took place.
I heard a nasty, diabolical, voice tell me I was being tested. To prove that I am as good a man as I think I am. I guess whatever it is got pissed off I drove them away. All I know for sure is that whatever this is, it isn’t over yet.
I’ll keep you all posted, be safe everyone. Some nasty shit is out and about these days. And they don’t care what God or Goddess you follow. They just want to feed.
Post Script : This is the continuation of what happened.
“Praises to you O Lords and Ladies, blessings to you who answer prayers! Thank you for lifting me up high when I was low, for putting a smile on your child’s face once more!
If you remember yesterday’s post, I was in the middle of a Greek ritual. And for some reason I started spontaneously praying to the Gods for something other than my usual requests. In fact it was almost like my subconscious was coming out. Usually on Noumenia I ask for cleansing and purification with Apollon Noumenious. Or I ask Selene and Endymion for money since the moon and the Stars are associated with money.
And I work with Zeus Ktesios and Hestia on bringing prosperity to the Household. But I ended up asking for the original cold weather of my early childhood. Of waking up one morning and feeling the brisk chill. And seeing cirrus clouds in all of their feathery splendor. So I just went with it.
And this morning it was a beautiful grey day! When I was a child I loved days like this. When it would rain I used to pretend I was Captain Nemo. And I played with my maternal grandmother. Usually with a Nick Jr. cartoon or puppet show. My favorite was Eureka’s Castle.
The Tuatha de Dannan have recently been making their way back into my life. When I started out doing magic, like many I fell into Wicca. During this time, I was exposed to the many Gods and spirits of the people in the United Kingdom. And the Greek Gods. My Master even says the pantheon there is more like a “UK Pantheon”.
Because the cultures and peoples are so mixed in this area that no one culture can describe it. From the Welsh and the Irish, to the people of the Isle of Man and the West Country. I had worked as an eclectic witch for years. Then I decided that while I am very good at eclectic magic, I wanted to study and officially serve the Gods. In each of their cultures.
I had already initiated into Greek Polytheism/Paganism. But I still hadn’t reconnected to my Celtic roots. And I began to look around for a person to teach me. Properly. For a while that was a bust.
Until one day I found out that in my Greek Temple there was a Druid. And not just any Druid, but an elder in her tradition. I couldn’t believe my luck. Here she was. My Master.
Fast forward to the present. I have been studying them. And lately they have been very vocal. Besides the totem pole that I shared yesterday, I also have been giving them libations. And food.
And for some reason I thought of them when praying to Selene. The Tuatha are Faerie Gods. And many of the Fair Folk work with the moon. Maybe that’s why they entered my working. But I prayed with all my might.
Prayed for that chilly weather that makes me relive the happiest times of my early life. And the next day, they answered,
Some shots from the Balcony
My Balcony Garden
The Sun partially came out near the end but that was okay
Now I’m sure some idiot somewhere is going to come on here and say, this proves nothing. Or it’s coincidence. Let me say this : normally I would agree that it isn’t enough to be evidence. But lately our “spring” in Miami is more like Summer. Even for Florida, we have had historically high temperatures.
Courtesy of Global Warming. Some of the heat we have experienced hasn’t been seen since past centuries.
In fact, whenever the meteorologists claim a cold front will come, we don’t bat an eye anymore. Almost all cold fronts before this one have failed miserably. And they were stronger and had more of a chance of becoming cold weather than this meek little front. But instead we all saw a grey and cool day. With heavy clouds.
A good cool wind, and a gigantic smile on my face.
Praise be to the Gods, for the Shining Ones have answered prayer