HTS 30 Day Magical Item Challenge-Day 2

0 Day Magical Item Challenge-Day 2


Tonight, I started my ritual by cleansing my space with Sage, I moved clockwise and then smudged myself.

Herbal infusion of the bowl. To accomplish this, I was told to put the following herbs in the bowl and keep them in it overnight. I initially thought it would be 6 but it ended up being 9 herbs.They were put the bowl in a clockwise pattern, starting with the 12^th hour position.

Lilac- draws protection spirits, faery communication, helps recall past lives
Yarrow Flower- courage, love, psychic powers, purification
White Willow Bark-  Lunar energy, water, and magic. Signifies transformation and rebirth.
Lemongrass- psychic powers, spiritual growth, purification
Jasmine-  Love, money, prophetic dreams, emotional inner peace and calm of mind
Rosemary- Protection, love, purification, healing, good luck, psychic development
Sweetgrass- Healing, peace, and attracts positive energies
Sage and Tobacco were put in the center of the bowl.
Sage- Purification, wisdom, and longevity
Tobacco- Healing and purification

 

Next, I played Gary Stadler Radio Station on Pandora and let the program choose what songs would be used. As I played the songs, I lay back down with the crown chakra touching the bowl and sent healing and psychic energy to the bowl. I felt tingling on my crown chakra and then put my hand on the side of the bowl.

Song List:
Breath of Love
Athair Ar Neamh
Keys to the Heart

After the songs finished, I laid face down with my crown chakra touching the bowl and my hands holding the bowl while I sent prayers  into it so that it would help the person who receives this with what they need.

I smudged the arm and closed the circle, thanking and acknowledging all who joined me in the ritual.

HTS 30 Day Magical Item Challenge- Day 1

12-2-16- Day 1 of 30 Day Magical Item Challenge

Materials for the Ritual:

Incense burner

Dragons’ Blood Incense

Kanaga water

Prayer/Offer/Spellwork Bowl

Owl Rattle

I started my ritual around 9 pm in my altar room. To clear my ritual space, I lit and burned Palo Santo and went around the altar room and then smudged myself. I put a soft blanket on the floor and placed my incense burner in front of it and burned dragon’s blood incense. I faced east.

I moved the bowl over the incense smoke, took a cloth and washed the bowl in kanaga water.  While I was cleansing the bowl, I intoned Ansuz rune 9 times as I moved the cloth in a clockwise motion. 

I called upon my ancestors, the deities I work with, the rune spirits, and my animal guides to join me in my ritual.

After the circle was open, I intoned Ansuz, Algiz, and Othalla 3 times each while holding the bowl. I also sang into the bowl.

I was told to play 3 songs and just let Pandora shuffle it how it was meant to.  

First song:

Tine Beltaine by Omnia.

With this song, I was told to dance in a circle as I played my owl rattle while the song played. I took the bowl and danced around the circle clockwise and acknowledged the directions, starting with East, North, West, South

The energy was amazing during this part, all the hairs on my arms and behind my neck stood up and it tingled all over my body. It was almost as if I was out of my body and someone else stepped in and infused the bowl with primal energy.

Second Song:

Kuoppa by Tenhi

With this song, I just sat on the blanket and put my hand on the bowl while infusing it with my energy. Olivia came up and sniffed the bowl then laid behind me

Song 3

Full Moonlight Dance
Tina Malia

I wasn’t sure about this one but there must be a reason why this song came up. I sat with the bowl here as well just holding it.

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After the songs played, I made the video of what I was doing and then closed the circle, thanking all my allies.

The Song of the Drum

The Song of the Drum

By Heather Powers

10/10/16

Have you ever felt beauty but it scared you because it was so raw and open? A comment by a kindred sister spurred me to write this story of my drum. My drum, a muse within itself, led me on a dance of spirit and it was achingly beautiful and I want to feel that again. Control has been an issue with me…her claws gripping my head, screaming like a banshee. It’s difficult for me to let go of control, making me physically uncomfortable but I guess it’s one of my lessons to learn which has been a difficult one. One day a few years ago, my drum decided to take me on a journey, one where I lost that bitch called control. Vibrant energy flowed from the spirit of the drum, memories reeled in from the bison from which the drum was made. Strength radiated from the drum and I had no idea what dance the drum would swirl me in, a whirlpool of rawness and beauty that hasn’t been replicated since.

I love drum circles, they are my salve, my healing. When I play, my mind opens and expands and I see raw beauty, pure spirit. As I play the drum, the beat resonates deep within my soul. I connect with the energy that lies within. I feel the bison call….my other drum guardians join in the chorus but that is a story for another day.

This particular drum circle was the epicenter of my awakening, I found it but it’s became elusive in the years since. I feel it calling me but I fear it because of the control I will lose. My tenuous grip on control is unraveling and it seems as if events in my life are making me aware that I need to give up that control and have faith it will work out.

I started playing in this drum circle completely in control of my faculties for a while…but the drum had different plans unbeknownst to me. I started getting caught up in the emotions of the songs that we played but I was still in control. Then an extraordinary gentleman joined in the fray and started singing. That did it, my handle on my control fell apart and the journey began. I felt my spirit soaring and it scared me, oh how it scared me. But that didn’t matter, the drum sang and that was that. I remember falling into my head and another joined in. My pulse racing, edgy with anticipation but fear of what was to come.  As the drum sang, I too sang in a language I was unfamiliar with. I later found out it was Lakota. And I sang, my vocal cords straining with the tones of the song…And then that’s where my control got lost in a myriad of beats. The song from my lips gentle but heartbreaking. Tears fell down my cheeks, leaving their salty trails on my shirt. I felt utter beauty in those moments, a butterfly caught in flight, the colors sparkling in the sunlight. The song continued without stopping and then I just stood there. Fear’s fingertips touching my rational brain but also the utter certainty that I was safe that I wasn’t in harm’s way.

The beautiful moment was done, my wretched mind stepping in and bringing me back. With it came fear, the tendrils growing stronger. Strong enough to make me run out of the drum circle like a scared deer caught in headlights. I spent several minutes searching for help for someone to bring me back from the abyss. I finally found someone who knew what was happening and she sat me down. Snapped me back from the fear mindset and grounded me. She connected me back with my drum to see what messages I was meant to receive. For you see, I wasn’t getting it so they decided to take action. I sat there with tears in my eyes, the fear dwindling, and laid my forehead on the drum. The vision came then, I was in a leather dress, long brown hair, braided with feathers and in front of me was a papoose with a baby inside. The baby was crying and I felt fear in my heart that my baby was going to die and the only thing that would calm her was a lullaby. So I sang in this vision and it was the song that I sang in the drum circle. And the message I got was life is precious and it’s fleeting, and I should treasure it. Nothing else is important. Material possessions are meaningless in the grand scheme of things. The stars in the sky prove that, we are speck in the universe and everything will be okay and everything will work out. You just have to let go of the control and have faith.

DREAMS AND SUCH JANUARY & FEBRUARY 2013

After my shamanic cleansing Saturday at The Wandering Owl and an enlightening conversation with one of my shamanic mentors, I’ve determined that my ancestors have been trying to tell me some things and after a particularly vivid journey Saturday evening, I finally figured out what. I’ve been using my paternal spiritual gifts because my maternal ones were either lost or stolen several generations ago and it appears that I’m being called to start the process of fixing something that occurred in my maternal family line several generations back. I have also been imposing limitations on my shadow self who I affectionately call Green Woman. She is full of wild magic and very sensual and feral. I basically did this because I was afraid of what I can do and the unknown factor terrified me. I’ve came around full circle again and accepted that part of myself and decided to remove my self imposed limitations and see what happens from there. The first thing I’ve noticed is that I’m feeling very balanced and centered and because of this, I see things with crystalline clarity. This excites me as well scares me a little but I’ve came to accept it.

So I’ve decided to put down my dreams that I’ve had over that last month and give my analysis of each one.

Dream #1 1/19/13

Starts with me walking outside a warehouse trying to find something.

In my head, I’m thinking a metaphysical gathering and I’m trying to find my way there.

I come upon 2 dogs who remind me strangely of gargoyles.

They do not scare me just make me feel like they have ancient knowledge and they felt like guardians of some sort. I speak to them and ask them where the fair is. They turn and start walking to a house in the middle of nowhere and pause until I follow. They take me to this old cottage and there is a family there. An old woman, young couple and kids dressed in what I would say is peasant clothing. I ask them where the fair is and they point to this building and say. Go there.

I walk into this building which looks like a warehouse and come upon what I would say is a carnival of sorts, there is an olde tyme ride and a man running a ride that looked like a train... he didn’t seem to notice I was there until I spoke and asked where is the fair and then he looked up and pointed. There are kids in old fashioned clothing running around with huge lollipops.

I walk through a doorway and see two slides. One that falls into a pit of plastic balls and another one that is like a waterslide. A little girl comes up and says these are the fun ways to get there pick which way.

I choose neither and then was guided into a room with old machinery…no one is here at all. I see a double set of doors at the other side of the room which feels very cavernous to me. Then I walk into a room where there are lots of costumes hanging on rollaway holders…hats, gloves, dresses, feathers and there is a sign hanging that says I must get a costume on to proceed. I bypass the hats as I seem to have an almost obsessive aversion to them and then I look over the racks and see a group of woman at a table making what appear to be masks, laughing. I ask them where the fair is and they say through there. Another doorway appears and then I see various members of the spiritual group speaking in small groups.

My dream ends there.

ANALYSIS OF THE DREAM:

THE FOLLOWING DETERMINATIONS ARE MADE BECAUSE THEY ARE THE PARTS OF THE DREAM THAT ARE THE MOST VIVID,

THE DOGS ARE MY METAPHYSICAL GUIDES AND AFTER A CONVERSATION WITH MY HUBBY ABOUT THEM HAVE DECIDED THEY ARE WHAT I WOULD DESCRIBE AS FOO DOGS. THEY ARE NOT WHAT THEY SEEM.

THE BROKEN MACHINERY IS MY ANCESTRAL GIFTS THAT ARE BROKEN AND I NEED TO FIX. THIS PARTICULAR PART OF MY DREAM IS VERY VIVID.

THE AVERSION TO THE HATS AND MASKS IS PART OF MY BROKEN LEGACY AND THEY ARE PIECES OF THE PUZZLE. PERHAPS THEY ARE MY TOOLS TO USE. THIS IS ANOTHER PART OF MY DREAM THAT WAS VERY VIVID AND CLEAR.

Dream # 2

The dream opens in a large city with many apartment buildings and I’m led to an old apartment building which has many floors and I’m walking up to these floors thinking this is my home. I feel I have children but I have this crazy thought that they are missing. It feels like me and my house but yet it doesn’t.

I feel a sense of urgency and then I look outside and people are looking up at the sky and screaming. I’m immediately put in fight mood and feel I need to find my children to protect them from what is coming.

I run down the stairs and find myself going to a bar…people in the bar are strangely apathetic and appear to be unconcerned about the screaming outside. I walk up to them and try to say…get out of here they are coming and you need to leave now. They look at me and shrug and say nothing to worry about mam. At this moment the sense of urgency manifests and I am compelled to start looking for my children a unwavering sense of protecting my children fills me with dread…the air changes texture and I look at the sky and see a green moon with some sort of strange electricity and it in turn stretches and connects to another green moon and so forth until there are 7 green moons with crackling blue electricity all around them and I remember saying they are coming I need to find my children.

I then woke up

THE ANALYSIS OF THIS DREAM IS VERY INTRIGUING. I BELIEVE THIS IS ANOTHER MESSAGE FROM MY ANCESTORS THAT THIS PROBLEM MAY GO BACK 7 GENERATIONS ON MY MATERNAL SIDE (Moons mean maternal generations). THE THOUGHTS ON MY ANCESTRAL GIFTS ARE THAT WE WERE POWERFUL HEALERS AND THAT AN OUTSIDE INFLUENCE WANTED OUR POWER AND ESSENTIALLY TOOK IT FROM MY LINE OR WE CHOSE TO HIDE IT AND ALL THAT I SEE ARE PIECES OF A LARGER PICTURE RIGHT NOW AND EACH DREAM IS ANOTHER STEP CLOSER TO FIXING THE PROBLEM.

Dream #3

In this dream, I feel as If I’m looking through the eyes of another and reliving her experiences. This woman meets a man who seems perfect for her and he weaves a tale about his place and what he wants in a woman…wines and dines her in fact and then she is just drunk enough that she can’t drive so this man who seems so ordinary and harmless says he will take her to his place so she can shake it off. There are dull stirring of danger in her head but she ignores them and walks out with the man. He is tall skinny and very well-mannered and well spoken…very handsome. He takes her down some road in the boondocks and at this time the voice is getting steadily louder that something is wrong. She ignores it and then end up coming to this national park and he shows her a truck camper... She really starts to freak out now and clears her thinking. She realizes this man isn’t who he seems and she must tread lightly. She starts to say what happened to your apartment. He said I never specified where it was. Come on my lover, She is very scared but acts like she is in love with him and he takes her into the truck camper and starts talking to her about how much he loves her and how long he has been searching for her and her perfect t mask of agreement slowly cracks and then he becomes very agitated and screams at her that she is a liar and that he will show her what he does to whores. He pulls out a long serrated blade that glints and his eyes go completely blank.

Then I wake up!!!

THIS DREAM IS ABOUT THE OUTSIDE INFLUENCE THAT CRAVED OUR ANCESTRAL GIFTS AND I BELIEVE IT WAS A MALE WHO WANTED THE POWER AND TOOK IT FROM ONE OF MY ANCESTORS OR SHE BECAME SO FRIGHTENED THAT SHE CHOSE TO HID IT SO IT WOULD BE SAFE.

RAMBLINGS FROM 2008

1-30-08

It’s very late but I’ve got too much running thru my head. Have to get it all out.

The winds blows outside, gusty, vibrant, and full of power; much like my feelings at present

Wind walker is one of my names

I can only grasp why this name chose me, other than I walk the wind and as I walk the fury of it pounds against my skin like memories of who I was once.

You meet people-but I do in so many ways-it feels like I’m being pushed down paths beyond my control. I just don’t want to give in to destiny. I want to have some control in it.

Why do I meet certain people at certain times? Why do they show up when you think everything is fine and make you think different?

I can’t give my heart to everyone. Or maybe I can just not my soul. What one thinks of your soul maybe truly different? You can go on all day about soulmates but do your really truly have on somewhere else from where you are. Or is it your mind playing tricks on you? Giving you something more complex but really simple.

How can anything be simple with so many variables??

So I go with the flow and ride the wind and see where it takes me??

But I’m so afraid.