I have lived in my tree-house for over three and a half
years now. When I first moved in, I cleansed
my rooms, blessed them and cast protections. If those protections were not
strong, they were sufficient for the magick that I was capable of at the
time.At that time my relationships with
my Patrons were about as much protection as I needed, as my magick was not truly
strong enough to draw attention from anyone with whom I did not have a strong
It took me one year and three moves to find my tree-house. Since moving in, my home has supported me,
comforted me and sheltered me. It has
kept me warm and safe. It provides me
with light and beauty and the quiet solitude that I find necessary to do my
work. It nurtures my life, my work, my
heart and my soul. It is the place I sleep,
dream, write, make love, share tea with my friends and family and cast magick,
worship my Gods, honor my Ancestors and my Allies. It is the home I return to at the end of every
day, and the place where my Pwca lives day in and day out. It is that place of safety and strength from
which I venture forth into this world and into the Otherworlds.
During the past three years my magick has grow and at one
point it became bright enough, strong enough to draw interest from “others”. Pwca was reacting to the presence of other
energy with a great deal of agitation, not a good thing in a familiar who is
magickal and wild by nature. So I
decided that we needed to cast new protective spells in order to keep out what
was disruptive to us and our peaceful cohabitation. I included Pwca in the casting because he
lives here and he has his own magick.
But something unexpected happened. The spell was transformed. It was made into something more elegant, lovelier. Instead of simply providing protection, the
magick lifts glamours and facilitates truth and healing. This was not even in my thoughts although, my
heart would have held these intentions had my mind thought of them. I believe that it was the Spirit of the
tree-house who affected the spells.
Ysbryd is a Welsh word for spirit. It is the name I use for the Spirit of my
home. I have been working to strengthen
my relationship to Ysbryd. I have a
small altar on a corner of the kitchen counter where I make offerings of thanks
and love to Ysbryd. I greet her and
light a small candle. I burn incense and
offer my thanks for all that she does for me and Pwca. I place a small vase of flowers or a cup of
tea and ask for her continued care and magick. And I sing for her and then listen to hear
what she might have to say to me.
I give thanks for Ysbryd and
for her influence on my life and for her care of my beautiful home.
I have been trying to live up to the expectations of others
for most of my life. I have never really
known what those expectations were, I have usually failed to meet them and, I
have never stopped trying. But in trying
to understand what others expect from me, and in trying to meet those imagined
expectations, I have failed to see what it was that I expected of myself. I have limited my beliefs of what I am
I have failed to see that I can do and be more than what
someone else expects. I have assumed
that I am less than, rather than more than, what another wanted me to be, or
what I imagined that they wanted me to be.
There is a lovely and delicious freedom in letting go of
those expectations and the limits that I have placed upon myself.
My imagination is enjoying the freedom and is discovering
possibilities that I have never dreamed of before.
We are constantly changing.When we are involved a process of spiritual evolution, our abilities and
the ways in which we function, are constantly growing and shifting.
In order to learn how to live with these new
perimeters, we need to experiment.
We need to try new ways of doing things. We need to test different ways of magick, of
loving, of living, of being.
Some of our
experiments will teach us about what no longer works, some will teach us what
might work and we may need to adjust our course along the way. Partial successes, failures, false starts,
miss-steps, course-corrections are part of the process. Perfection is not a realistic goal. We learn by trying and every time we attempt
something new, or in a new way, we gain understanding through the
I am a fan of the scientific method. I enjoy the experiments and the
exploration. I enjoy the creative effort
of figuring out what works, how I work.
The journey itself is the point. The journey IS the magick.
Words have power.
Spoken aloud, they carry our power and focus it with our intent and release
it into the world. Spell-craft is often
accomplished with words directing the energies that have been gathered from
physical sources, from spirits who have been invoked with language. Spoken words help us to refine and express
our intent, and to keep our selves focused upon that intent.
I believe in speaking aloud. I believe in invoking my Gods, Ancestors and
Spirits with song, and expressing my devotion with my voice. I believe that words spoken in sacred space
act upon us until the stated intent has come to pass.
But I also believe in the power of whispers. Words spoken aloud have power and whispers have power. Whispering to the herbs we
use in spell-craft, to stones, to magickal objects, to tools, enchants them
with our personal magick. Whispering is
an intimate form of expression. It is
like telling a close and trusted friend our deepest secrets and asking them to
keep those secrets and to help us to accomplish our desires.
Whispering our spells in the moments of our daily life can
be a powerful way of keeping the magick in our consciousness, of keeping our
intent in focus, and of helping us to act in accord.
Without Water the Earth itself would be unable to support
life. In fact the Earth is covered in
the element, and our bodies are more water than any other thing.
Water is the Ocean and the Tides and the Moon that moves
It is the waves and the currents and the depths where life
It is the lake and the mist rising from the surface and the
fog that clings to the open places between the woodlands and to the road we
walk in the evening’s twilight.
It is the stream in the woods where birds and creatures
gather to drink of its life-giving. And the rain that falls upon the fields.
It is the river always flowing to the sea, carving the
earth and moving everything that stands before it.
It is the fluid in which all life gestates and which flows
when each life begins, whether from womb or egg or chrysalis.
It is that which we use to wash our bodies and the dishes
and the laundry and the floors and the windows.
It is the silver chalice upon the western altar and the Cauldron
at the center of the Wheel and the blessed water used to purify, and the wine
that we share in the name of the Goddess, and the Holy Well that heals us.
Water is the semen that carries the seed and that which
flows to welcome it.
It is the sweat on our skin and the tears of our heart and
the dreams in our sleep.
It is the grief and desire and joy that fill our lives and
the love that powers our greatest magick.
I have been "head-blind" most of my life. I was not always so, but I made the visions go away when I was a small child. And I do not mean visual messages only. My most effective talent is auditory, in the form of language. I have never really been able to silence "the voices" completely. But my strongest talent is neither of these, nor is it the tactile or kinesthetic sense of knowing that I sometimes feel.
I have recently unlocked one of the boxes in my heart that was covered in cobwebs and dust. It had been locked up tight for so long that I had indeed almost forgotten that it ever existed. This is the task that my Patrons have been pushing me so hard to accomplish. I opened the box and discovered...empathy.
I have been working to unlock the boxes for months now and, as each one has been opened, more and more of my senses have returned to me. I am becoming less and less head-blind with each box. I have visions, I remember dreams, I can identify and engage with the various voices that I have heard my entire life. I am more aware of the "feelings" and the information that they convey, But most of all, my heart has become open and I can feel.
It has been awkward and painful. It has been frightening and has caused me to revisit many old demons and self-destructive behaviors to be sure that they will not serve but, I see again, I remember, I feel. I am no longer living the half-life of someone blind, deaf, and dumb. I am no longer one of the living dead.
May my Gods be pleased with what they have wrought.