Wytchy Chit-Chat: Books n’ Pics n’ Stuff

Right now I’m reading a book by Sherrie Dillard,

“Discover Your Psychic Type:
Developing and Using Your Natural Intuition”

Discover Your Psychic Type: Developing and Using Your Natural Intuition

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So far, I love the book.  Ms. Dillard has all of the psychic types nailed down pat, making them easily identifiable:  the emotional intuitive, the mental intuitive, the physical intuitive, and the spiritual intuitive.  She’s included questions, guided meditations, and exercises in order for the reader to identify what kind of psychic they are and to build on those skills.  She also includes personal stories and anecdotes that add interest and personalization to the psychic and the process.

Ms. Dillard says, “Our intuitive development can help us to stay connected to the deeper meaning of what occurs in our lives.”

Tarot Special!

For an undetermined period of time, I’m offering a three-card tarot reading at $20.00.  For more information, or to purchase a reading, follow this link: 
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I grow a lot of my own herbs and dry them in my kitchen.  These herbs are used for my own personal magickal purposes, as well as in the oils and spell bags that I create for Wytchy Wares.  My list has grown to include mint, sage, lavender, rose, lilac, lemon balm, thistle, catnip, wormwood, and goldenrod.  I can’t wait for the weather to warm up so that I can replant many of the herbs that are annuals in our location– especially rosemary and lavender.

After the herbs are clipped from the garden, the stems are tied together and they’re turned upside down and tacked to the kitchen ceiling to dry.  From there, it’s a short journey into one of many magickal pots and jars found all over our house.

There are new items available at Enchanted Jewelry. 
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I’ve also added a special sales page for Wytchy Wares,
and you’ll find Clearance Items on this page, click  Here


Using Psychics to Solve Criminal Cases

Psychic ability is not something that’s looked upon with favor, belief, or respect in our modern culture. Shame. It’s a gift, and it should be used as such to the benefit of anyone it can reach in moments of crisis. I have heard of one psychic who was arrested and spent a couple days in jail because she came forward with information that the authorities claimed ‘only someone connected to the crime could know’. Incidents like this don’t give gifted psychics much impetus to come forward.

I have for years honed my divination skills, particularly tarot, by doing private readings– just for my eyes– on missing person cases. I did this until a case in Florida a few years ago involving a 10 year old girl. The information I got was so clear and so shattering– she was still alive at the time I did the reading and shockingly close to her own home– and I knew this, and I couldn’t tell anyone. And if I had told anyone, they would’ve thought that I was some crackpot. Other images and disturbing information were revealed to me as well, and it turned out to be one of the most accurate readings I’ve ever done on a case like this. It gave me such a helpless feeling, and the case became so personal– I’m a mother with children of my own– that I decided to stop doing these readings.

Until this year.

There just seems to be an explosive wave of abductions and murders lately of children. It rankles the soul and shakes my faith in human nature. I feel like anyone who can should do something– anything– to help find these victims, or the perpetrators– to keep them from committing these crimes again.

Will I hand over my readings and information to authorities for their benefit and scrutiny? I don’t know. Someday I hope I have enough confidence in myself, and in our legal system, to do so. There’s going to have to be a huge adjustment in attitude in our society where psychism and clairvoyance are concerned. Yes, we can ‘get it wrong’ sometimes…but what about all those times we are right?

(reposted from one of my other sites)

© Amythyst Raine 2009

The Scent of You

July, 2009, John C. Fremont Days in our community, which means tents of vendors, open air food courts, shaved ice treats, and entertainment.

I had taken my girls to the park, and we were making the rounds, just heading over to the food court, when I suddenly stopped in my tracks. I caught a whiff of a scent, for the briefest second, a familiar scent, a very dear friend.

I raised my hands slightly to stop the girls, and I said, "I smell Lori." My 16-year-old daughter said, "That is weird, and if we run into her it will really be weird."

We made our way through the food court and couldn’t decide what we wanted. We were really waiting for the shaved ice cubicle to open, to tell you the truth. So we went around the outskirts of the park, cutting through, past the tent set up for entertainment, when we heard someone shouting ‘Hey!’

I turned around, and there was my friend, Lori,  with her partner. My 16-year-old daughter murmured, "That is so weird!"

I think it is so wonderful.

What must it say about the kind of connection we have to people who touch our lives in a genuine way.