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Kazoozles has to be one of my all time favorite candy. It is difficult to come by and usually only available at our local movie theatre. I have purchased this over at amazon on a couple of occasions to keep our family in stock. It is one of those joys that is probably best left to not reading the label and only for occasional treating. But it makes an ordinary day a little more special. It is like a raspberry flavored licorice rope filled with a sweet and sour blue chewy -blue filling.  Our family loves the stuff!

J.K. Rowling


J. K. Rowling is a hero of mine. And this is for many reasons. Firstly, for being a wonderful example of magick making. Poor and feeling isolated from the world, she began writing the now incredibly famous books about Harry Potter. Isn’t it funny how she wrote (dreamt and thought constantly) about someone who was poor and lonely that actually turned out to be rich and famous? Well, I wouldn’t call that funny I would call that magick, manifestation, dreamwork.

J.K. Rowling has given us a modern day vocabulary for wands, tree lore, myths, magick, dark arts, the mysterious and most powerful magick of love, ghosts, spirits, room of requirement, spells, charms…on and on. She is not alone as an author of witchcraft fictional writing but she has given us a common ground in a way no one else has done in this generation.

She created a silly sport with brooms in her books and it becomes a college phenomena. Here is the link to the 20 minute Semi-final Quidditch Match of Middlebury vs. Texas A&M and I can’t stop thinking how great it will be once we get streamline hovercrafts to take the place of common brooms.

It is difficult to say what is my favorite thing to have materialized out of the Harry Potter books. The hours of entertainment and imaginative daydreams from the movies and the books is a big one. Bertie Botts every flavored beans is another. But perhaps my favorite is the wand lore and tree lore that is tied into it. Before Harry Potter it was almost impossible to go shopping for a wood wand. The wands in existence were metal with gemstones or a long, smooth stone. These are beautiful and important tools. But for people who are really drawn to the spirit of trees it just was not quite the right tool. Now we have fabulous wood wand makers. It is not to say that there were none before but now certainly the demand and understanding of their existence has increased so much. Here are some of my favorite wood wand making sites: This site also has a wonderful link to Tree Lore. All wands are hand created in his since of the Bardic/Druid fashion.

WizArt or WizArt she does amazing Druid/Celtic artwork that is not limited to wands.

Mc Taggert’s Woods traditional looking turned wands

I have created a page of wand makers I enjoy viewing. Please see my Wood Wand Makers List. And please feel free to share your favorite wand maker!

Jumping into pond scum

I started my sacred space at Imbloc. And it is a space created for the green of springtime. I did not so much design it or decide what it was to be for as it dictated to me. I was to have a water feature. I had the perfect thing. My grandmothers planter. It was white and circular. It took up just the right amount of space too. It set it off very nicely. I added a fairly large crystal at the bottom of the planter sealing it with wax. And then after the space was dedicated I began to add water. At every devotional I added water. ImageAnd the spring rains added water as well. Soon it was brimming with water. I enjoyed this ritual of mine very much. In an altered state this water was very much the center focal point of my devotional journey. And slowly it became green, like I knew it would.

I wanted to clean it. Spirit wanted me to embrace it! Really? Green slime? But I understood somehow with planted was to turn into a pond. A pond with plants and fish and tadpoles – just as it already was in the spirit world. OK. So, then I got some tadpoles.

I am enjoying the movement and growth of the tadpoles. I wonder in amazement that pond scum is all that they eat. I am really learning the role of color green in a way I never expected.

Ideology, Mine

Since the Pagan Blog Project has two “i”s in it, I thought it was time I wrote out my Ideology. I am sharing it on this blog but this is really a very personal statement here that I am making and declaring for myself. Since I have discovered my wytch-soul I have not written out what it means to me.

1. I believe that all things come from energy source. Everything. All forms of matter (hatred, love, hair, essence, money, beings, paper, time, Gods and  Goddesses, worlds)

2. I believe that all matter can be influenced by thought, intent. Whether the outcome is as I want it to be involves A. The soul’s level of belief that the change can occur. B. When in conflict with other spirits whoever has more focused intent.

3. All Spellwork (including but not limited to prayer, meditation, daydreaming, ritual casting) must be “bought into” to work. You/I must buy into the outcome for the outcome to exist. If for example, you have a 12 step complicated spell and you do all 12 except that step 2 stated during a full moon. And you performed this spell leading up to the full moon. Then this spell will work if you believe it to be a full enough moon for this spell. But it will not work if you decide the moon was not full enough and that it needed to be exactly at the full moon for the spell to take hold.

“There is no special ingredient” it is just the “belief” that it is special.

The most powerful of spells requires no canting or ritual work. Instead it is the connection the soul creates with the universe with absolute intent and belief. My father who holds no belief in witchcraft placed upon me the most powerful spell/enchantment that I have known. Before I went off to the Navy. He came out to the garage where I was. He knew I was alone. And he held me with both hands tightly one hand on each of my shoulders. He looked me in the eyes and with all the energy he could call forth he stated “You will come home alive. Do you hear me? You will come home alive.” This enchantment rang through me as nothing else has ever done. And too many years later I hear it clearly and deeply. He did not scream it. But it came from a deep, deep, core and echoed in the energy around me still.

Also see Elayne Lockhart blog on curses to read more about this type of deep magick.

4. I believe there is more power given to the gods/goddesses as more belief is given to them.

5. I believe in multiple realities. The difference in the sane and insane is knowing which reality you are in.

6. I believe a soul will live where a soul can live.

7. I believe the judgement I make (or you) make on others will be used as your own measure of worth in the end.

8. I absolutely believe in Magick.

9. I believe in reincarnation. I believe it to be an option not a requirement. I believe the journey from death to reincarnation can be difficult. I believe the intent and thought process of one during death makes all the difference on how easy or difficult the journey will be.

In between Time


When I stand in my Sacred Garden, and in my Sacred Space. I am called there in the day time. I am called there in the bareness of my feet, and arms and body. I am called there and feel the warm sun falling onto me. I am called there to look deep into nothingness. The fence 2 feet in front of me disappears. The redbrick of the house’s fireplace disappears too. The sounds of the hummingbirds and songbird and the Caw of the crow however all change to forests sounds. My small, tiny pond enlarges to become a great pond. And my toes are made wet from the closeness. I see and hear the forrest surround me. Feel the coolness of the woods and smell the wetness of the soil. Knowing that living things are surrounding me, knowing too that I am in another time and another place. I can’t explain it more than that. Simply put I am standing in another time and another place. At times I feel I must look or appear like a holograph or shimmering. I can not tell you how long I am there for. But soon after I know that I am there because I have been called upon. Or rather Goddess Nemain has been called upon.While standing there/rooted there, by the pond in the Sacred Space of unknown time and place,  there are those that come before me always with the same request. “I am seeking shelter for me and my family.” Or “I am seeking safety for my small village. There are those who wish to harm us and we are seeking protection.” My voice answers in reply, “Yes. I have seen into your heart you will be protected in my meadow. Be sure to stay within the circle of trees of no harm will pass.” And then slowly my redbrick fireplace comes back into notice and the fence replaces the forrest in front of me. My toes are no longer wet from the large pond but tingle slightly.

I should take that back it was not always with the same request that people (almost always men) would ask. Now it is always for shelter and protection. But in March it was for honor in battle or protection in battle.

In this world and in this time I created this space for myself at Imbolc. So all of the other time and world experience as Goddess Nemain is new but becoming routine. I allow the Goddess Nemain into my being. She has always come to me in Sacred places. Usually at any Denominational church service/ritual service. I feel her smile and her encouragement for the speaker emanating through me. But back then I thought it was just me. I had no idea that I was inviting a Deity into my body. But she has always been with me as now I can feel the difference between the two of us. She has/or I have set limitations. it seems to me that these limitations were pre-agreed upon before this incarnation.  Because she has always emanated through me at Holy, Spiritual places.

So, in my Sacred Space, my Sacred Garden it is not a space to worship her per say. It is a space to worship the Sun God Belatucadros through her beauty of green things that grow. In seeking the God the Goddess comes to me.  And those that also seek him or her protection in the forest, in some other time and in some other place find it.

When my “In Between Time” experiences/sessions are done. I give  thanks. Long, soulful thanks. I don’t understand how time and the veil work but I enjoy the experience and the mystery. And leave my devotional time feeling more connected with our universe.