Defence Against the Dark Arts (When You are Locked Out of the Circle)
A young woman contacted me a while back asking for knowledge. Not some Craft secret or anything. What she wanted to know was why. WHY?
You see, she had spent the year or two (or more) being harassed by what we shall call a (demon) nasty asshole spirit. She hadn’t done anything in particular to attract such a beastie. She’s not sure when it found her, but she thinks it started with nightmares that kept her up at night and by the end of it, she was a mess. Depression, lack of sleep, couldn’t really eat. The joy of life being sucked out of her, strange obsessions and compulsions. The constant feeling of being watched.
It wasn’t a mental illness, it wasn’t a physical illness and she wasn’t playing games or looking for attention.
She searched high and low for help and found none. She lives in a large-ish city in the USA, a city with a thriving Pagan community. Yet, there was no help for her there. She went to bookshops and asked for help. She went to Meet & Greet Coffee Cauldron type events and found no help. She went to the local teaching coven… Continue reading
Recommended Reading
I don’t comment on other people’s blog very much. Because I’m lazy. However, every now and then I will put together a post of links to articles I find … well I just like them or find them interesting. So here’s a link to the article and maybe a little comment by me below it.
Juniper from Bewitching Names
I am unlike many others in that I am fine with other people having the same name as me. I really don’t have to be that original. I actually had another person in the Pagan community (out here, in Ontario) tell me that I should stop using Juniper because she has used it online and as a stage name before and people might be confused. I didn’t respond.
Adventures in Depression by Ali Brosh
Get well soon Champion of the Internet!
Under the Ancient Oaks: Hoofprints in the Wildwood
Yay! A book review!
Let’s Talk About Necromancy by Sarah Lawless
Sarah always defines things much clearer than I could. Probably because I put very little thought into defining things clearly.
New World Witchery Podcast 36 – Dealing with Spirits
Corry and Laine offering some good introductory tips… Continue reading
Unpacking
Well, I am still unpacking.
I know, I know how could I possibly be still unpacking? I can hear all you awesome super Mom types who are organized and who know (and actually care about) the difference between a pillow case and a pillow sham reacting in horror. Well, I’m not you and why are you reading my blog? Go away perfect people!
Continuing on…
This move has been surprisingly epic considering that all I did was relocate to a different neighbourhood. I mean, I’ve moved to different Provinces, to the USA and back, I’ve moved from the city to the woods and back, I’ve moved from a house to an RV and back.
About 2 years ago I moved from a ramshackle trailer in the woods with a woodstove for heat and a well for water in the BC mountains to a “McMansion” in Ottawa’s suburbs (that was one difficult transition, I think I had more anxiety attacks in 6 weeks than I had in the year before then).
I’ve done some pretty drastic moves. This move was not supposed to be dramatic in the slightest. Pack up, load up, drive 15 minutes down… Continue reading
I am the 99%
I was born into a working class family in one of the best countries on the world. We struggled mightily after the divorce; Mom went back to school while cleaning rich people’s houses. The government didn’t consider making dead beat Dads pay a reasonable amount of child support on time to be a priority. Sometimes Christmas dinner came from the food bank. We lived in a ramshackle house heated with a wood stove and a kitchen sink that drained into a bucket.
I was teased and bullied by the well-to-do kids at school for having thrift store clothes and plain or subsidized lunches, because that is what they were taught by their parents.
I tried my very best at school and did well in some subjects but failed utterly in others. I was told this was because I was a bad and lazy child. It turns out that I had learning disabilities that should have been receiving treatment and help so that I could succeed. Because my mother was often working two jobs to keep a roof over our heads she could not badger the school and be an advocate for me. The schools refused to accommodate the… Continue reading
To Fly By Night
Hoofprints in the Wildwood
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