Choose the appropriate color candle and with your athame, carve a symbol representing your magickal intent. Focus on this goal while carving the candle emitting your own energy your own energy as you carves. Charge a quartz crystal with the same goal and place it with the candle at your bedside. Every night meditate, focusing on the intended outcome. Repeat this ritual every night for 7 days, or until you goal is reached.
“Morn,” replied Beau.
Quinn took her seat with a thud. She felt as though all her energy had been sucked out of her.
“So give me all the gossip then,” said Bella leaning forward with excitement. “You were still here at midnight with us, but by an hour past when we were leaving…” There was a mischievous glint in her eye as she continued. “… you were gone, without even a farewell or good eve.” Bella tossed her head over -dramatically , pretending to be annoyed.
Quinn smiled. Bella had been her best friend since they were very young, and the two of them were very close. Beau, was Bella’s birth twin, born of the same mother, and at the same time. The three were normally found in each others company, and they shared a strong bond.
“Well actually,” replied Quinn, her smile broadening and her cheeks flushing slightly. “I went home.”
“I’m sure you did dear Quinn,” smirked Bella. “The question is did you go home alone? And if you didn’t then what happened on the way?”
Laughing, Quinn’s cheeks turned a deeper shade of red. She hadn’t been alone the night before when she had returned home. She reached forward and grabbed a bread roll and begun to butter it.
“Come on Quinn!” whined Bella. “Tell me. I have been dying to hear what happened.”
“Yes,” said Beau rolling his eyes. “Please just tell her Que. She has been driving be batty with it all morn.” As usual, Beau’s face was sullen when referring to Quinn and other boys. It was well known that Beau carried a torch for his long time love Quinn.
“Oh shut-up Beau. Just because your jealous,” said Bella defensively. She would have said more, but knew that Quinn’s love life was a touchy subject. Instead, she tucked the lock of white blonde hair which escaped her braid behind her ears, and continued serving herself a helping of chicken and corn soup.
Quinn was used to the Twin bickering, and picking at each other. She too continued to server herself lunch also, and said nothing more on the subject. Last nights details would have to wait until they had some time away from beau. She knew Beau had feeling towards her that was more than friendship. But as neither Beau nor herself would outwardly admit it in the vicinity of each other, a possible romance had never blossomed.
Oaken are the most widespread tree fairies in England; sometimes they are merged with oak trees, and sometimes the appear as forest dwarfs who offer tempting food to passing mortals, which will turn out to be poisonous fungi disguised by fairy glamour. They inhabit copse, it invariability indicates the presence of oaken, and mortals should be warned to avoid the area.
Oaken become extremely angry and dangerous if their tree is cut down. It was said the when an oak is felled, it gives out shrieks and groans that can be heard a mile away.
Oaken also guard all the forest animals and punish those who harm them, such as foxhunters. However, they also possess beneficial, magic; the rain that gathers in their oak hollows has powerful, magical healing qualities.
The oak tree has manifold associations with fairies. The majority of fairies are found in woods and forests, particularly oak groves. Elves and fairies are often said to dwell within the hollow trunks of oaks. A New Forest rhyme advises to “turn your cloaks for fairy folks are in old oaks”. The concept of tree spirits is ancient and very widespread. In Greek myth, dryads and hamadryads are the spirits of the trees themselves.
The oak is a tree that is perhaps more honored in lore than any other. The Roman writer Pliny recognized that the Greek drus, meaning “oak” or “oak spirit,” Is related to the Celtic word druid. Some authors suggest that the second syllable may be related to the Indo-European wid, meaning “know,” and the derived meaning would be “oak knowledge.” It has been proposed that bard in Welsh is bardd. The Celts carved the grove of oaks. On the island of Anglesey there are still traces of the ancient groves of the druids. An oak coppice or grove near Loch Saint on the Isle of Skye was so sacred that no one would enter it, even into the nineteenth century. Oaks were often designated local meeting places, a practice that goes back to druidic times but persisted well into the recent past, with Gospel Oaks being popular location for itinerant Christian preachers.
Morgan le Fay was the sister of King Arthur. In his stories, Thomas Mallory made her the wife of Urien and the mother of Yvain. She was a rather tempestuous, malefic woman who tried to murder both her husband and King Arthur, and who had a number of lovers. She learned the magical arts from Merlin and used this knowledge to trick Arthur into sleeping with her. From this union she bore Mordred, the son who brought discord to Camelot and died inflicting a fatal wound on his father.
But these tales are of a late date. Earlier tradition makes her the ruler of the island of Avalon. Some associate Avalon with modern-day Glastonbury in England. Its name is derived from the Welsh afall, meaning ‘apple”, since the island is covered in apple orchards. It is also sometimes called the Fortunate Isle and may be compared with the Irish Tir Nan Og.
Avalon is inhabited by nine sisters, of which Morgan is the most beautiful and most powerful. As king Arthur lay dying after the battle of Camlann, Morgan appeared with a ship of women and carried Arthur to the island of Avalon. There he still lies with his knights under a fairy hill until Britain shall need him again. The island exited in legend long before the familiar Arthurian tales. In early Celtic legend, it could only be reached on a boat guided by the sea god Barinthus, and was a place fit only for the bravest and best.
Morgan was a goddess of the druids, perhaps related to Modron or Matrona, the Welsh divine mother goddess. She has aspects of maiden, mother, and crone. She is certainly related to the Lady of the Lake and to the fairy rulers of enchanted islands. Her name may be derived from the Welsh môr, “sea”, and gân, “a birth,” i.e., “born of the sea.” Again, the name may arise from the Welsh Mor Gwyn, meaning “white lady.”
Reluctantly, Quinn managed to tear herself away from the window and made her way down the stairs. The next tower held the great dinning hall was the Acolytes would gather for lunch, and although she had eaten more than her fill the night before, found herself starving.
Perhaps it was all the magics that from the night before, she thought. It’s been a while since I’ve done that much magic all at once. I guess I should be grateful I haven’t magic sickness with all that I did.
With that, Quinn continued in the direction of the dining hall. She had first intended to stop by and collect her friends Beau and Bella. But the rumbling in her stomach told her that breaking her fast was much more important.
Quinn descended the staircase, as she had done numerous times before. The towers looked to have been active for hours. The delightful smells of roast meat cooking along side freshly harvested vegetables, wafted towards her.
As always, the foyer at the foyer at the base of the stairs was filled with freshly cut flowers. Magnificent Iris blooms, Roses, violets, flowers of many kinds and colors. She adored the fresh cuttings, and wondered how they would look still growing in the earth. The wind making them dance as they open and close as the day passes. The sounds of talking and laughing echoed from not far in the distance. She wasn’t too far from the dining hall, and what most likely were students gathering for the lunch time meal.
Yawning again, stretching her arms widely. Allowing one finger to pluck as Iris from its resting place as she passed by.
Bella and Beau had been woken early also, and surprised Quinn by already being seated at their usual dinning table. All three were had been out late and the signs were now showing.
In the Victorian era, Gypsies began to travel glorious ornate horse drawn wagons or caravans known as Vardos, which captured the publics imaginations, inspiring countless paintings, poems, novels, and children’s stories.. The gypsies have always been mistrusted and persecuted for their ways. Where they really healers and clairvoyants? Or where they really charlatans and parasites? The Gypsies hang on to age old customs, courtship rites and dialect. Romany communities are still to be found all over Europe, and deep inside the former Soviet Union. In Britain today, barely a dozen families are to be found wandering the country in horse drawn wagons. In a decade or so, their may be none at all.
Listen to the Gypsy’s word,
Calling the All, a gulf to ford.
Bridge the fast realities,
An harm it none do what ye please.
‘O’ elements watch and guard this book,
From wandering eyes and prying looks.
In this night and ready hour,
Fill it with thine ancient power.
Powers of the North, Earth below,
Show us to live, to learn and grow.
Lend us your strength and stability,
To practice our craft and find ourselves free.
Powers of the East, Wind and Sky,
Watch O’er these pages with thine eye.
Your wisdom and knowledge for these we do ask,
That this book be worthy – the craft and its task.
Powers of the West, Waters and Sea,
Transformation and growth are granted by thee.
Bless these Pages with all that you know,
That all righteous readers may learn and may grow.
In winter, in spring, in summer and fall,
In our Shadows and Dreams, ask the aid of the All.
To practice the craft of the wise as we must,
With truth, and love, respect and trust.
We ask for the blessings of the Lady and Lord,
As we hold up her chalice and brandish his sword.
All that we know is infused by his power,
From sun and from moon, from rock and from flower.
Guard us Earth Mother and teach us your lore,
From silvery moon, to the earth’s inner core.
When working our magic, please help us not fear it,
We know you will guide us and strengthen our spirits.
Grant us Sky father, your wisdom and strength,
To complete all our workings to go the full length.
You smile down upon us, the light of the sun,
Rejoicing in life, with you we are one.
Guardians from the four direction,
Lady and lord, we ask your protection.
And you love for which we look,
To inspire and lead us as we write this book.
Yet to the unschooled eye let see,
Confusing words and sophistry.
Lead them from these sacred pages, On blessed ways throughout the ages.
Yet to the Gypsy this book shall stay,
Plain and truthful, clear as day.
Direct and show, guide and teach,
Their dreams and goals, please help them reach.
Free will for all, And harm to none,
As I have willed it, so it shall be done.
Sun shone through the stained glass windows of Quinn’s room, bathing it in a soft pink light. In the centre of the light stood an enormous bed, and curled up among the covers was Quinn, still fast asleep.
It was a beautiful day outside, and the residents of the Sangreal Towers had started their day many hours before. Unlike Quinn, and many others her age who had attended the celebrations and rituals of the previous eve. It had been a celebration of Mid-summers eve, as well as a testing of power. Quinn had performed well showing skill and precision with all she attempted. She had retired to bed around dawn with pride and joy in her heart.
The Towers hand Maidens had been ordered to allow the young Acolytes to sleep longer than usual due to the previous night’s events. Each of them was exhausted both mentally and physically. This was not at all pleasing to them, and many were in an impatient fluster come mid-morning. Now their duties would continue long into the evening, when they could be at home.
Sadly for Quinn, as well as a handful of other Acolytes, was woken abruptly shortly after noon. Disgruntled servants helping them to bathe and dress before ushering them out of their chamber doors.
Quinn turned to say something to the woman who had just served her, but she had already disappeared back inside the chamber doors, muttering under her breath before she had the chance. Yawning, and somewhat bewildered, she turned towards the corridor, and wandered absently towards the spiral staircase at the end.
Rubbing the sleep from her eyes, she was met b a cool breeze blowing in from outside. She breathed in deep, enjoying the smell of the sea. Quinn loved the sea, swimming in its waves and surf, its cool depths and velvet touch on her skin. Even the colors fascinated her, with many shades of blue, grey and green. She paused a moment to gaze from the upstairs window. She stood in awe of the sight. No matter how many billion times she had gazed out the window, it always managed to appear different each time.
The all-seeing Eye – a single human eye found in many eras and cultures. It is generally found in many eras and cultures. It is generally a symbol of the watchful and protective power of the watchful and protective power of the Supreme Being, watchful and protective power of the Supreme Being, especially when that entity is considered in a solar or heavenly context. It appears on the great seal of the United States, and is among the many beautiful symbols of Freemasonry, where it represents the Great architect of the universe.
In regions where the evil eye belief occurs, the all-seeing eye charm is used as apostrophized talismans against danger. In its specifically protective role, “the all-seeing-eye”, appears on at least one North American Good luck coin to ‘guard’ the bearer ‘from evil’. A similar talismanic function was assigned to the protective widget eye or ‘Eye of Horus’ of ancient Egypt and the third eye of Buddha in India. Even the Mexican ojo devenado charm, an ancient Shamanic amulet made from a psychedelic legume seed is given an eye related name: ojo de venado means “deer eye”.
The Eucalyptus leaves crunched beneath her feet and darkness grows with a quietness and serenity. Tonight she steps out of the mundane world and enters the unknown Underworld on her own. When she returns it will be with insight.
She arrives at the ritual site, an old disused mine in South Australia. The darkness envelops her as the clan brings in the quarters. They circle and sing and watch as she approaches the Underworld. This she must do alone.
She throws a coin down the mine shaft and slowly descends the ladder. She had no sooner put one foot on the ground when Kali springs to life asking her the purpose of her intrusion of her domain. Her heart pounds. She responds and then is directed on her journey.
The darkness is so black; she must feel her way along the shaft, touching the sides. There is only just enough head room to stand. She can only continue to move forward. Turning back would loose her way.
The chants of the rest of the group are barely audible now. She is there. She is on her own in the womb of the mother there is no fear. She feels safe. She feels beautiful. Minutes pass. She keeps on going.
She sees a change in the blackness, first to brown, then to lemon. She has done it. She is overwhelmed with pride. Ecstatic! Wonderful! On her arrival she receives a gift, a reading from the High Priestess, before taking her place in the circle with the rest of the group. Tears of joy streamed down her face. No one spoke, everyone knew. Although it is different for everyone, it is an experience they will cherish always.