Welcome to the Worlde of a Fated Fey, one who walks the Shadows between the OtherSide and this Dreamland. This is the Book of Shadows of a hereditary and self-taught Magickal Woman; a Dreamer who possesseth the lineage of Fae, Wytch and Starr Blood. Interwoven together to make an ecclectic source of Magick and Chaos. To walk between the Worldes of the Starrs, the Hidden Realms, the Spirit Worlde and to also Live a human life...

Friday, February 28, 2014

Magicks and Revelations, odes and spell-full things... }i{ Favourite practical magick...

I believe in magick
Magick believes in me
Betwixt magicks and Belief
You shall always find me.

Dragons need to share with humans
Humans need to share with dragons
Simplicity and yearning
Is the Key!

Faery Stones...
The  finding of a faery stone, be it great or small, is a good sign.  But it should never be given away, because the reciever will get the good luck, some disaster shall befall the giver.

How to have money always...
Take the black feather of a black cock, go to the crossing points of three faery paths (leylines),and while holding the feather and a gold-coloured coin, call the name Aine three times, to bring you everlasting prosperity.

How to go invisible...
Gather the dandelion plant plant on the first fullmoon after the flowerheads have appeared.  Call on the powers of the goddess Brighet and ask her to grant your wish to be invisible.  Walk three times right-hand wise around a sacred well.  Scatter the dandelion plant around the well as you walk intenting to become invisible.

How to win love....
O, Aonghus who bore the wounds of love and longing,
If this person be ordained for me
Let me hold theyr hand now
And breathe theyr breathe
O my love
I set a charm at the top of your head
To the sole of your foot
To each side of your breast
That you may not leave me nor forsake me
As a foal after a mare
As a child after the mother
May you stay with me and follow me till death
Comes to part us asunder.
Let it be so.

Do they love me Apple spell....
To determine whether or not someone loves you, eat an apple to the core until you find a seed.  Remove the seed and name it by the same name as the one you love.  With a pin, inscribe the name of your love on a candle.  Light the candle and leave it to burn for a moment before dropping the seed into the candle flame.  If the seed makes a crackling sound, the one you desire can hardly contain theyr feelings for you.  Snuff out the candle.

Latin Magickal Wordes of Enchantment...
Accio;              To summon. Used to summon objects and arrive to the spellcaster.
Auguamenti;    To bring forth water.  Used with a pendulum, to find water sources.
Alohomora;      To unlock a doorway.
Anapneo;         To breathe.  Clears lung airways to help overcome breathing issues.
Appareo;          To become visible.  Makes transparent objects appear.
Colligere;          To bind objects together.
Colloportus;      To seal doorways.
Diffindo;            To split. Causes separation between objects.
Dissimulo;         To conceal. Disguise, keep hidden, or keep secret.  Can be used to opposite effect and revealing.
Episkeyi;           To repair.
Finis;                 To end, resolution of a matter.
Homorphus;     To transform, creating shapeshifting abilities.
Levo;                To raise, to lift up something.
Libaro;              To liberate. To set something free.
Lumos;             To illuminate the dark.  Turn lights on.  
Nox;                 To make the dark.
Patronus;         To call in a protector.  To call forth your guardian god/dess.
Protego;           To find or create a gateway portal.
Specialis Revelio;  To unveil, reveals hidden magickal workings.
Tergeo;             To wipe clean your slate, for cleansing objects.

Raven and Crow Omens...
They slept until the black raven,
The blithe hearted
Proclaimed the joy of heaven.

The raven symbolises the void- the mystery of that which is not yet formed.  The raven draws in all energy towards itselfe and releases it into new forms.  Element is air, they are the spirit messengers.  Known as the Trickster.

One for bad news
Two for mirth
Three is a wedding
Four is a birth
Five is for riches
Six is a thief
Seven a journey
Eight is for grief
Nine is a secret
Ten is for sorrow
Eleven is for love
Twelve is joy for tomorrow.

Saturday, February 22, 2014

Prying Eyes and the Changeling... }i{

Theyr was a time once before, forever ago it now seems
I knew my life, I knew my dreams
Alas, the forbidding of understanding and realisations
Now is the life I lead
Why this is so, this deepened yearning to know
I ponder the thought, overwrought and underwhelmed
Visions of heaven and alone in hell
How can this be, this is new to me
How can this be so, I no longer know
The mysterios path that befell me
Perhaps my head is no longer theyr
My heart doth no longer care
Nevermore, evermore and forevermore
Three terms and wordes that mean so much
My broken, and cracked heart hath become my binding crutch
A day with mirth, a night with joy
Realms of ancientness and times devoid
Songlines are the leylines of an ancient craft
The earth is hard, the sea it drowns and the sky thunders 
This raging storm I have become
Twas a thing I could not of perceived
What I knew, was no longer for me
So much hate and anger thrown at me
Gentleness of spirit I feel is not for me
Although this is something I do try
The battle for my heart and soul, my life and my fate
Thrust into a shameful display, unfortunately for me
Something I never, ever did foresee
This life, this fate is not yours, but another's destiny
But for me tis my very own curvature of learning
Of a journey undertaken, my spiritual path 
One where everybody fights against me
Them who once loved me now say they never knew me
Turns a gentle thought into a wounded cry
How loneliness and strangeness overcomes me
I know the ancientness was me all along
That must master this slighted discretion
To keep my very selfe on track
It is my heart that must nevermore look back
As much as my mind tries 
For the past is to stay the past
If one wishes to carry on theyr very own way
Sometimes I do wish I am that perfectly bright day
And not a blackened, hardened heart that became this way
Tis my songline, this parable poetic life
Something had snapped within this broken chest
Looking for life, I tripped and fell much into this newel bequest
My heart has treasoned me, this I know
For tis my mind that says this is the reason, and all good will follow
Such a battle writhes inside for heaven and hell, to feel depth
I never thought my pagan heart would be bothered by this heaven and hell
I cannot deny, this cries with an unbidden and lonely sigh 
That came from nowhere, and now remains
Once I knew, now I can only wonder 
Why curiosities consume me
Burning morrows and starry nighs.