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Tarot & Witchcraft ~ with author, Amythyst Raine


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Double Dreams ~ Anyone care to Interpret this?

The other night, on my way to see a movie with my daughters, I told them about my dream the night before.  One of my daughters was intensely excited when I told her that I had a disturbing dream the night before because she said she did too, and she wanted to compare them.  As I started relating my dream to her, she said, “Oh, my!”, and virtually started bouncing in her seat.

My dream ~  There was a shadowy beginning part that was dark and ominous, like black and white quickened clips from a horror movie, most of which slipped from my mind for the most part, except that it involvd “A Man”.  This man had something to do with the second part of this dream, which in contrast is starkly blazened on my mind.  Some dreams are like that, I believe, because they are more than just an ordinary dream.  And this was one of those dreams.

The second part…There was a knock on my front door.  I opened and heard someone say, “The police want to talk to you.”  (Your stomach kind of goes ‘thud’ when you hear those words.)  I went outside, where there was a squad car with two officers sitting in the front seat.  I stood by the passenger side, and the officer opened the car door.  He was holding a child’s baby doll in his hands.  He was crying , and he was retching, and he was trying to get ready to tell me something.

I realized in one sickening moment that it had to be something unusually gruesome and extremely horrific because of his reaction.  I don’t think I wanted to hear what he was going to say.  I woke myself up, which sounds odd, but I believe that I deliberately pulled myself from this dream.

My daughter’s dream ~ My daughter told me that she also dreamed of “A Man” on the same night.  She said it was a terrible frightening dark and horrific nightmare.  The man kidnapped her, and she said she tried and tried to escape from him..but she couldn’t.


If anyone reading this is interested in interpreting either of these dreams, or in posting an interpretation behind both dreams together, please feel free to do so in the comment boxes below.  Needless to say, the dreams themselves were scary enough to each of us who had them, but after we put them together, I must admit, we’re a little creeped out.

Now on to more cheerful thing!!

SPELLS-IN-A-JAR

https://amythystraine.blogspot.com/p/spells-in-jar.html

There is everything you will need in these jars to cast
these spells, including the directions.

Money ~ Keep It Flowing

Calling in the Spirits
(Black Cat Oil Summoning Spell)

Seal the Mouth
(Stop Gossip & Liars)

SAMPLE AUDIO TAROT READING

(Enjoy the personal photo slideshow that I
added to this special video.)

http://tarotreadingswithamythystraine.blogspot.com


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The Witch’s Desk: An explanation for this ~ Doppelganger? Astral Projection?

An Explanation for this ~ Doppelganger? Astral Projection?

Yesterday morning my husband and I had a very unusual paranormal experience, and when we were in the midst of it, we weren’t even aware of it!  We get up early at our house Monday-Thursday, because Joe works 1st shift, and he has a short commute to the next quaint Nebraska village-down-the-road.  So this all occurred sometime between 3:15am and 3:45am; he left the house around 3:30ish.

He’s up first and heads out into the kitchen.  Laura (our 19-year-old daughter) is sleeping on the couch, as is usual for her.  She has her back to the living-room, her wild blonde hair in a pony that’s all flouncy on the pillow.  I follow Joe out to the kitchen and glance at her too, thinking we have to be quiet so we don’t wake her up.

Joe exits the front door, I go back to the bedroom to get some flip-flops so that I can go out and crack the big garage door for our outdoor cats– a thunderstorm was coming, complete with fantastic lightening, and the wind was picking up.  I tip-toe back up the stairs when I enter the house (it’s a split foyer), and I glance once more at Laura sleeping on the couch, quietly making my way down the hall so I wouldn’t wake her, and even watching the news in the bedroom with the volume real low so that she wouldn’t be disturbed.

At 7am, Joe calls on break.

First thing he said was, “So, who did Laura lend her car to?”  I was totally stupefied: “What do you mean?”  He said, “Her car was gone when I left this morning.”  I said, “No, it couldn’t have been, she’s asleep on the couch, she wouldn’t lend her car to anyone.”  I had been so intent on the storm and the lightening when I made my fast jog to the garage and back, that I hadn’t even noticed whether her car was in the driveway.

I said, “Just a minute.”

Phone in hand, I walked down the hallway to the living-room.  The couch was empty.  I looked out the window and saw that her car was not in the driveway.

How could this be?  Joe and I BOTH saw Laura sleeping on the living-room couch.

Now I was worried. This was so extraordinarily odd, and one of the first things I thought of was a doppelganger, in the old definition, someone who’s passed making themselves briefly visible in a mundane setting.  I texted Laura; I called her phone; I left a message for her on Facebook giving a very short version of the above occurrence.  Eventually, I got a text back from her– she agreed this was weird, because she’d been gone all night, she was never home!

She wasn’t home at all when Joe and I thought we saw her sleeping on the couch.

I’ve talked about this with Laura’s sister Anne, and we recall that this type of thing has occurred off and on throughout the years, with the figure always resembling Laura:  Laura’s youngest sister Emma had seen her enter her bedroom during the night, but it couldn’t have been Laura, because when Emma called to me and I checked Laura, she was sound asleep in her bed; my ex-husband was upset one evening because he saw Laura down the hallway, moving from one doorway to the next, when she was suppose to be asleep, but when I checked her, she actually was asleep in her room, it hadn’t been Laura he was watching.  There have been several other incidences like this when one or more family members thought they saw her when it could not have been possible.

The only other explanation I have, and I’ve talked with Laura about this, is that she has the ability to astral project, but she only does it sub-consciously in her sleep.

We’re all shaking our heads over this last incident though.  It went way above and beyond the realm of weird.

Anyone have any ideas?

dragon 1

 


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The Witch’s Desk: A Reader’s Dream

As I’ve noted before, I receive emails from readers all over the world on a variety of subjects (both occult and personal!).  This week, at The Witch’s Desk, I’m going to take the time to answer one of these emails.  The following submission is going to be printed as received, with no editing, other than what’s necessary to maintain the anonymity of the individual who submitted the question.

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1)  Hey so lately I have just been drawn to desiring to be a witch I honestly can’t explain why. I am emailing you to see if when I tell you my experiences you will be able the help me understand everything that’s happened. okay so when I was little for around a 6 month period of time I have these horrifying dreams about an evil witch who would chase me and take over my family’s body’s . This caused me to wake up in the night screaming crying terrified for my life? Before I went to sleep I heard voices calling my name. One night when I woke up in the night I saw an outline of a women holding a laundry basket standing half way up my stairs looking at me. When I was walking back from school once in the same spot I stopped in the dream a car pulled out in which a women who look almost paralyzed and like the witch in my dreams and was staring at me doing an evil smile waving slowly after I stopped having these dreams everything stopped all these weird accuracies . But lately I feel like I can intimidate people with my eyes and the sun is somehow if I’m in a room full of people the sun will shine on me through the window and I will have to move seats but then the sun goes away and little things like that have started happening ? Have you got any explanation thank you for reading this email?

There so many layers to your letter and your experiences.  First, I want to be clear that I normally don’t do dream interpretation, nor do I ever refer to books when it comes to this.  I believe that images and connections in dreams are so personal and personally tailored that it would be impossible to be accurate using a book to tell you what an image means. As an example, someone who doesn’t like snakes may view them as evil and bad omens when they show up in a dream, but someone who has a spiritual connection with this animal would view it as the Goddess, wisdom, positive sexual energy– good things!  Do you see what I’m saying?  I’m probably going out on a limb here, but I want to address your dream first:

Being chased in a dream is really quite common.  When this has happened to me, I’ve always noticed that what was chasing me in the dream really had more to do with the pressures and stresses that I was dealing with in my waking life than it did with the entity in the dream.  What was chasing me was more of a manifestation of all that stress.  You said this happened to you for a 6 month period of time as a child.  I’m guessing that there were things going on in your life, or with your family at that time, that was troubling or confusing to you (the child), and this was your way of playing out the confusion and dealing with the stress.

The fact that the Evil Witch in your dream possessed the bodies of your family members could be that it was their actions, their situation, their behavior, that was causing you distress at that time.

I know this explanation is more down to earth and mundane than you were expecting, but it’s really just common sense.  Our everyday mundane life is what takes center stage in most of our dreams– yes, there are people who have prophetic dreams, visits from angels or spirits or spirit guides, but to tell you the truth 99% of our dreams are just everyday ordinary life manifesting in our sub-conscious.

The voices you heard calling your name before you fell asleep:  mundane explanation– I remember falling asleep in the house as a small child, listening to the conversations and murmurs of the adults in the next room.  It was actually comforting, and as I fell asleep, the sounds of their voices would weave and tangle through my sub-conscious, creating images and stories, and…dreams.  A more “magickal” or “spiritual” explanation– I have often experienced hearing my grandmother’s voice calling my name, and this has usually happened just as I was drifting off to sleep, when I was “between the worlds”, neither awake, nor asleep.  I believe that it was her spirit communicating with me, just letting me know that she was near by.

The woman with the laundry basket…most likely a spirit connected to the house, a previous occupant no doubt.

The woman in the car…I really don’t have an explanation for this aspect of your dream, though I too have had the same character show up in more than one dream.  I believe that, if it is not a Spirit Guide (and you’ll know this, at least I do, and it will be an enlightening “aha” moment, a positive experience), it is another aspect of your mundane brain creating dreams in your sub-conscious.

Why would you want to intimidate people with your eyes?  And, by the way, lots of people have this ability.  It’s not magickal or mysterious.  It’s even found in the animal kingdom.  There are certain animals that view direct eye contact as a threat– gorillas, canines, etc.

And last , but not least…the Sun.  It seems, dear, that my explanation for this is going to be more along a mundane everyday viewpoint.  I would say that, for some reason, you are seeking the shadows.  My advice– look for the positive aspects in life, positive connections with people.  Instead of seeking the shadows, glory in the light.


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Dream Journal: LA Dawn

It seems like a very long time since I’ve remembered any of my dreams.  This is last night’s dream, and it’s full of all kinds of symbolism:

I was sitting outside an apartment complex waiting for someone or something, not sure what. Along comes a heavy-set blonde man who reaches to take something out of his pocket and look at it. He notices me in passing, walks up to a container for trash and tosses the item he’s holding in his hand, a ring, unceremoniously into the box.

I watch him walk off.

I’m curious and want to see what it was.

I pick it out of the trash– it is incredible! It’s a man’s ring:

Large, very large; square; silver metal; size 13-15; across the top in tiny rows are small amethyst stones, the whole creating a large square design that covers the entire top of the ring; I turn the ring over and am startled to find all kinds of information etched into the back, presumably about the owner of the ring…By “Race”, it says “Dawn”– I presume that this is a Woman’s Name, or reference to the time of day; by “Medical Condition”– there is also a word, but I only remember the first two letters, “LA”–I presume this is the beginning of the name of a medical condition, or the initials of a Place.

As I hold the ring, I also see the owner in my mind’s eye:

A black male; 40-50 years old; hollow looking eyes– you could see lots of white around the iris; not a super bulbous nose, more carved and narrower; a squarish strong jaw, almost but not quite a lantern jaw; full lips, but not super big; high cheekbones; the skin (on his cheeks) looked like they could be acne scarred. He was wearing a black suit, including a tie, and a black fedora.

The man who disposed of the ring:

Blonde hair– smooth haircut, a fairly short cut, with blue eyes; 35- 45; broad shoulders and a big belly; very tall, at least 6′, maybe taller; wearing a black suit jacket over a sports shirt, tan pants.

I waited until this man (the blonde man) had walked some distance from where I was seated before I got up to retrieve the ring from the box; and even then, I was nervous and afraid that he would see me do it. I had the feeling that if he did, I would be in danger.

ocean dawn

 


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Dreams: I Want Off

This is one of those weird posts that I’m not sure where to put– here or at my “Other Blog”.  I’m going to opt for here, just because of the whole ‘dream-scape’ thing and dream interpretation.  I’m also going to state, before I even record the dream, that I am not racist. There’s not a racist bone in my extremely pagan liberal body, just ask my Japanese husband and my gorgeous Asian/American Native cousin (She’s about 4 years older than me, and still exquisitely exotically beautiful– has to be those cheekbones!).  I love most people and am a pretty free spirit, an old left-over from the 1969 hippie era– I was 12 in 1969 and incredibly impressionable and impressed, mostly with the clothes, the jewelry, and flowers in the hair, most of the other stuff went right over my head.

But I digress.

To set the stage:  You should know that I have never flown on a commercial airplane.  The only flying I did was one 15 minute tour across Fremont in a small 4-seater on John C. Fremont Days umpteen years ago– one of the kids was still a baby.  It was odd and not at all what I expected- no one told me that air is bumpy.  I’m not sure I believe any of the explanations on this that I have heard– I suspect it might be Mother Nature reminding us that only birds fly naturally.  I also had no idea that I am intolerant to motion.  After this flight, I spent the next 5 hours sick as a dog.  And that is the extent of my flying experience.  So there ya’ go.

The Dream:

I had to fly, it was a job requirement, and my husband Joe was coming with me.  This was my first time on a commercial plane and I was, as might be expected, a nervous wreck.  The flight attendant was being super sensitive and trying her gawd-awful best to keep me calm, and to answer my numerous, stupid, and repetitive questions.  There were many knowing glances exchanged between the Flight Attendant and Joe– they were actually getting quite a kick out of this, but at the same time, they both wanted me to relax and go with the flow, embrace the experience.

Ok then…we sit and we wait while other individuals are coming aboard– single individuals, couples, three at a time.  I like to watch people.  I’m actually a pretty avid people watcher; you pick up all kinds of things about people (intuitively) by watching them.  Well, maybe you don’t, but I do.  So, as I’m sitting there tapping my fingers in my lap and trying to be calm about it all, here comes a young man of mid-eastern persuasion who takes a seat across the aisle from me and about 2 rows back.  Ok, interesting, it’s an international world, there’s people from all over Kingdom Come and then some on this plane.  Cool.  A few seconds later, another man of mid-eastern persuasion comes aboard, he gives a passing glance to the first man, and then he takes a seat on our side, several rows ahead of me.  In the time that we sit there, waiting for all the passengers to board, two more men of mid-eastern persuasion come onto the plane.  They take seats behind me, several rows back, on both sides of the aisle, but out of my line of vision.

To tell you the truth, it’s at this point that I begin to get a little nervous; but I look around and everyone else seems calm and relaxed, absorbed in their own little worlds– their ipads, or phones, conversation, or whatever.  Ok then…it’s just me because I’m nervous anyway.  I glance at Joe beside me and he’s intent on something in his hands– maybe his phone, I don’t remember.

I glance over my shoulder at the young man 2 rows back on the other side of the aisle just in time to see him look at his phone, then look up at the man sitting several rows ahead of us, make eye contact, and give a very slight nod.  The man ahead of us looks down at his phone, then turns, looking over us, to someone behind us, and does the same thing– makes eye contact and gives a very slight nod.

It hits me like a thunderbolt, right in the gut– These Men Are Communicating With Each Other!!

I grab Joe’s arm and start whispering hysterically, trying to explain this to him.  I’m so hysterical in fact, that Joe grabs me by one arm and the Flight Attendant, who’s rushed over, grabs me by the other arm, and they take me back to the kitchen food-prep place.  “These men are communicating with each other!”, I tell the Flight Attendant.  I explain breathlessly, what I’ve observed, what my instinct and intuition tell me, sounding like a nut-case, I’m sure.  I ask frantically, “Are they friends or family members who just weren’t able to get their seats together?”…”I can’t tell you that.” she says in a prissy-business voice.  Well, shoot-a-mongay, life would be a lot easier if this woman would just spill her guts and tell me if this is so!

Suddenly…*Ding*…the light-bulb goes off in my mind.  That little voice in my head says:  “Get off this plane.”

“I want off.” I say suddenly and solidly.

“You can’t get off now, it’s too late, no one can get off this plane now.” she says, looking deep into my eyes with deadly finality and a “I-wish-this-woman-would-shut-up”,  “why-on-my-flight” stare.  At this point, less strong-willed individuals would have meekly crawled back to their seat in abject submission.

When we’re in dangerous predicaments, our mind tends to speed up and figure things out in some sort of time-warpy way, so although all of this is happening in the matter of just a few minutes, at the same time my mind is racing with a solution…I know how to get off the plane.

I glance down ahead of me to see a metal tray all laid out with food, ready to serve.  In one fell swoop, I grab the tray and give a mighty ‘whoosh’ towards the ceiling of the plane– food splatters everywhere.  I then start banging the empty tray on the wall, on the counters, acting like a raving lunatic, I’m sure.

It worked.

The next thing I know, we’re doing a Walk-of-Shame through the airport surrounded by a swarm of armed security guards.  And I could care less.  I’m so relieved to be off the plane, I could get down and kiss the ground.

You think this is the end of this dream?  I thought so too, but there was one more scene:

Out of no where come these guys in suits and ties and shades.  They’re motioning to the security guards, ‘bring them this way’, they’re saying without actually saying anything.

I was right, I realize, something was very wrong.

Joe and I found ourselves at a long table in a windowless room, where these men– whoever they were– slapped down several great big books full of mug shots, the books probably 5 inches thick.

“Can you identify these men?” one of them asks me.

And this is where my dream ends, Joe and I pouring over mug shots

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I find it a sad sorry state of civilization when someone’s fear of flying isn’t based on the usual stuff– bad weather, pilot error, mechanical failure, but on the threat of terrorism.  You hear people complain about all the hoopla you have to go through to board a plane now-a-days, and how long it takes, and how inconvenient it is (whine, whine, whine).

Well, I gotta’ tell you, I want to know– with 100% assurance– that when I get on a plane, it’s going to go where it’s expected to go, and it’s going to get there all in one piece.  I don’t care if the check in process has to start the day before departure.  I’ll wait.

Hippie Culture


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The Queens’ Magick

The four court cards for the Queens, found in the tarot deck, carries the energy of the four elements: Earth— the Queen of Pentacles, Air— the Queen of Swords, Fire— the Queen of Wands, and Water— the Queen of Cups. I’ve developed four magickal oils that carry the essence of each of these Queens, and I’m posting spells here to use in conjuntion with 1) the tarot card connected to each Queen, 2) the oil created for each Queen, and sometimes a candle for each Queen in the color correspondence to her element: Queen of Pentacles- green (Earth); Queen of Swords- yellow (Air); Queen of Wands- red (Fire); Queen of Cups- blue (Water)

The magick for the Queen of Pentacles will weigh heavy and is grounded to the energy of the elemental realm of Earth, as well as to the physical realm of manifestation, and it is manifestation that this Queen will bring to our spells.

Spell:

To Manifest Your Desire

We’re talking about a physical manifestation of something that you want, whether it be money; a new house; a better car; or some other physical item you long to have. We’re also talking about manifestation of something you want, but something that is not made of molecules and atoms, whether it be a new job; success with an endeavor; a dream vacation; or something else that is very real, yet not an actual physical object.

Correspondences for Manifestation Spell:

Day: Thursday
Planet: Jupiter
Moon Phase: waxing to full
Colors: Earth/green; Jupiter/purple
Oil: Queen of Pentacles Oil
Herbs: Earth- (included in the oil);
Jupiter- cloves, sage, star anise
Stones: malachite, mystic topaz, peridot
Incense: patchouli

Other items:

1. an image of your desire,
or a written explanation of your desire
2. a green candle
3. a fireproof container

The Method:

Gather all the necessary items together for this spell, including an image of what you’re going to manifest, or a piece of paper upon which you’ve described exactly what it is you’re going to manifest. It’s recommended that magick be cast within a sacred space, but this is not a written rule. If you’re not comfortable casting a circle, at least sprinkle a little salted water around your work area, or smudge the area with sage or an incense of your choice.

1. place the fireproof container in the center of your space or altar
2. dress the candle with the Queen of Pentacles oil & place it in the container
3. sprinkle the herbs for Jupiter around the candle in the container
4. place the stones on your altar, arranging them around the container
5. light the candle & your incense
6. hold the image or the paper in your hand; close your eyes and still your mind- ground & center; as you’re holding this object in your hands, envision it in your mind, envision it in your mind until it is as real as it would be if you were looking at it, envision it in your mind until it is as real as it would be if you were experiencing it.
7. open your eyes & immediately touch the paper to the candle flame; drop it into the fireproof container with the candle and allow everything to burn down.
8. once everything has cooled down, bury the candle wax and ashes from this spell in the earth upon your property

The magick for the Queen of Swords is often intangible, moving through the mediums of thought and communication. She is connected to the elemental realm of Air, and it’s her magick that touches us with a spark of creativity, mental fortitude, self-expression and communication.

Spells for Communication, Messages, & Ideas

1. Talk to Me

When communication between you and someone within your circle has either petered out for no apparent reason, or stopped abruptly due to disagreements and a falling out, it’s important to get that communication flowing as soon as possible to repair the relationship and reaffirm your bond. There’s a very easy way to do this:

Take a dab of Queen of Swords oil on the pointer finger of your dominant hand and anoint the bottom of a water glass, moving your finger in a clockwise circle- round and round and round she goes.

Fill this glass with a beverage of choice and serve it to the person you are trying to re-establish communication with. The flow of conversation usually begins before the glass is empty.

2. Magickal Messages

If there’s someone you wish to get a message to, there’s a magickal way to do this. When all other avenues have failed, either because communication is being deliberately blocked, or they are just not listening, write down exactly what it is you have been trying to tell them. Anoint this paper with Queen of Swords oil and tie it outdoors, somewhere where the wind will catch it, preferrably in a tree, but a fence-post or a porch rail will work too.

3. Ignite Your Muse

If you are involved in a creative venture and get stuck for ideas and inspiration, anoint a clear quartz crystal point with Queen of Swords oil, place it in a small pouch and sleep with it beneath your pillow. You will wake the next morning filled with inspiration in the form of dreams, ideas, and images.

The Queen of Wands, connected to the elemental realm of Fire, rules magick of fiery unbridled passion with intensitiy of purpose and a ruthless pursuit of justice. It is her magick that will add swiftness to your spells, giving them focus and accuracy, and the Queen of Wands oil can be added to any spell crafting for this purpose.

Spells for Passion & Justice

1. Light the Fire

…and this is exactly what you’re going to do, literally. You can do this several ways. You can either do it in a big way and light an outdoor bonfire, or a quaint and cozy fireplace fire, or you can even start a very small flame in your cast iron cauldron or some other small and very fireproof container. (Let me re-emphasize the words “very fireproof”.)

At least three pieces of the wood or sticks that you add to this fire will be anointed with Queen of Wands oil.

When you get your fire going sufficiently, write down on a piece of paper just exactly what aspect of your life needs more passion or energy, or exactly whom it is you wish to ignite passion with. Touch this paper to your lips, and throw it into the flames.

2. Sweet Justice

If you are confronted in life with a situation that wreaks of unfairness, predjudice, or underhandedness, make a mojo bag aligned with magickal energy to right a wrong, a mojo bag to bring justice.

To this bag add:

1. a stone of apache tear,
anointed with Queen of Wands oil
2. three thorns from a flowering bush
3. a cat’s claw, if you have it
4. a small slip of paper on which you’ve written
the name(s) of those you believe to be unfair

After all of these ingredients have been added to the mojo bag, spit in the bag and tie it shut. Keep the bag in a safe and secret spot.

Magick connected to the Queen of Cups will be the most elusive and illusionary of all. Connected to the elemental realm of Water, this Queen’s energy will rule your dreams and visions, throwing open the door to magickal realms, infinite possiblities, and emotions.

Spells for spirituality & intuition

1. Spirit Guide Speak

If you wish to connect with your Spirit Guide, if you wish to receive a message of wisdom, insight, spirituality and secret knowledge, you’re going to create a mojo bag that you will place beneath your pillow. Every night, for seven nights in a row, you will sleep with this bag beneath your pillow. Every morning, you will jot down in a small notebook any dreams,unusual thoughts, or visions that came to you on the previous night. On the morning of the eighth day, you will wake- and you will have the wisdom, inspiration, direction, or knowledge that you seek.

To create a mojo bag to call your Spirit Guide, add the following items to a small blue or white bag:

1. a stone of moonstone or rose quartz,
anointed with Queen of Cups oil
2. a pinch of mugwort
3. a marigold blossom
4. a talisman for the goddess- such as a Virgin Mary pendent,
or a pendent connected to a pagan deity

2. Third Eye Sight

To help you open your Third Eye chakra, and thus increase your psychic ability, anoint a blue candle with Queen of Cups oil, roll it in crushed mugwort, set it in a fireproof container, and light it.

As the candle burns, take a dab of Queen of Cups oil on the pointer finger of your dominant hand, and touch it to your third eye.

After the candle has burned itself out, fill a crystal bowl half-full of water, adding the remains of the candle and ashes, and set it outdoors where it will catch the moonlight.

The Queen’s Oils
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Tarot images used:
The Gilded Tarot
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Witch’s Chit-Chat: Facebook, Tarot, Books n’ More

This week I changed my user-name on Facebook, dropping the Wiccan title, so that my FB user-name is the same name being used on my books (Amythyst Raine). I thought it would make it easier for people to find me. I also changed the name on the url to my Facebook page before I realized that it would break the link everywhere I might have it posted– oops! So I’ve been trying to make the internet rounds and correct this, but I’m sure I’ve missed some links… My new FB url is: http://www.facebook.com/amythystraine

 

I’m working on my December newsletter, and this newsletter will be my last one. Because of other writing obligations, I’ll be discontinuing The Witch’s Corner newsletters indefinitely. This blog has become so successful (Magickal Connections), that I will be using this spot for updates, stories, inspiration, networking, promoting, and otherwise shooting the breeze. The links to all my newsletters, including the older archives, can be found in the sidebar (right side) on the home-page of The Witch’s Corner. Churning out newsletters on a regular basis, first monthly and later on quarterly, has been an experience in determination and perseverance!

For anyone who might not have heard the news, my next book is on the way! “The Gray Witch’s Grimore” was accepted for publication by Moon Books, an imprint of John Hunt Publishing. Production is expected to take approximately six months. I’ll be posting updates, including cover art and release dates, as this information becomes available. I’m thrilled!– this project is one that is close to my heart. It is, in essence, my own brand of magickal practice.
 


Complete:
A 7 Chakra Engraved Pendulum Set

This gorgeous set of pendulums is available at my website– click Here. I find this set of pendulums perfect for chakra balancing. They feel wonderfully trembling and ‘alive’ in your hands. Each pendulum is unique to a particular chakra, through both the stone used and the symbol engraved on each stone. After I received this set of pendulums in the mail and realized how much I like them, I decided that I’d have to have a set for myself– and you have no idea how often this happens for me!
 

I drew the following card specifically for myself…but this doesn’t mean that it won’t apply itself to other individuals who come upon this post…

Tarot Card of the Day: Ace of Cups…reversed. This card, when appearing in this manner, let’s me know that a relationship or friendship has ended. It is ironic that this card has showed up at this time, but not surprising. The universe, the All, or whatever spirits or energies work through these cards, always seems to be in tune with me and my life. Someone has left my circle, through their own desire, through mine, through fate, through a series of synchronistic events, however it happened, the bottom line is that they are no longer a part of my life, and I assumed that they would be for decades to come. It just goes to show that nothing in this world can be counted on as permanent, because life is a series of continuous transitions. As the old saying goes, “When one door closes, another shall open”, and this is true. It also brings to mind the magickal rule– when a space is emptied, it creates a vacuum, and the vacuum will not stay empty, it will be filled. And this is also true. It’s best to remember that people often come into our lives for a season, at a time that we are meant to connect with them to share and learn and grow. But there might come a point when it’s time to move on, when the lessons are learned and all that’s meant to be shared has been. It is a natural progression of the seasons. 

I have been thinking about giving local tarot readings by appointment only. The main issue I have here is that I’m not sure I would want to open my home up to total strangers. The fix to this issue would seem to be simple– find another venue. I was thinking that I could simply meet a client for coffee somewhere, but I’m not sure that just any establishment would allow a customer to spread tarot cards on the table and give readings– although personally I would consider this a private conversation between two individuals, not every restaurant or coffee shop owner might look at it this way. I have a couple of people that I have to talk to, owners of coffee spots here in town, and I’m going to see how they would feel about having a tarot reader and a client enjoying a cup of coffee at their establishment. If I find the ideal spot to hold tarot pow-wows, you’ll see my advertisement in the local paper. Stay tuned.
 

Dreams…I only remember a snippet: I’m on the phone, talking to someone on the east coast from the Scifi program, TAPS. In my dream I’ve been invited to be a guest on the program for an episode. The thing is that I will have to fly on a commercial aircraft in order to be there on time for taping. I actually felt the sinking feeling in my stomach at this thought– even though I was only dreaming. The last part of this dream that I remember, I am reluctantly asking someone over the phone, “Isn’t there any other way to get there?”

And this is what happens when you watch a whole day of TAPS reruns on Scifi.

I’ve received an increased number of phone calls from people this week with questions, requests, and all kinds of things. I have to say that most of you must have paid attention to those ‘guidelines’ for contacting me, which I posted to this blog. Almost everyone identified themselves, and they were all very polite, and no one called at the crack of dawn or at the witching hour…thank you!
 

 
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