Headless Dreaming

A fortnight or so back I did the Headless Rite, as laid out in Gordon White’s The Chaos Protocols. I already work with spirits so it was mostly out of curiosity with a nice dollop of ‘I need to stir shit up in my practice’.

The result?

My dreams are insane. Long, incredibly detailed and weird as fuck. A lot of the time their also kind of pointless, but the vividness of them and my ability to recall them is stronger than it’s been for years.

There was also that incident where I swam into some semblance of consciousness to find a spirit kind of… looming over the bed? There was another running back and forth across the window above the bed throwing shadows on the wall. Of course I’m not great when I first get woken up, so my increeeeeedibly appropriate response was to tell them both to fuck off because I was trying to sleep.

*Sigh* I am my own worst enemy.

Link: Weight Loss for the Soul

Strange thing on a magic blog I know, but part of my new year magic is going towards this self same goal, and I think this post will be one worth coming back to late so I’m linking it.

Adventure’s in WooWoo – Weight Loss for the Soul

And, on the off chance anyone cares enough around here to take offence with this post – What you do with your body is your business. Your weight doesn’t make you a better person or more beautiful… but my weight, though not massively high, is having clear negative health effects and needs to be dealt with.

2017 – The year ahead

Well this is going to be a fun one isn’t it.

At the centre of it all we’re all a little overwhelmed, standing rooted to the ground as the beast bears down on us and unable to make a move in defence, and what we need to do is move. Strategically that is. This year we must tell the difference between confidence and unthinking brashness. The latter will serve to do nothing but see us torn asunder.

January sees us still in defensive mode. More than ever we need to step back and check in with reality. Are we defending ourselves against butterflies in our fear state? Have we lost sight of the real issues to be faced? 

February is time for reflection, there is much to be done but it must be planned. Put aside weapons that no longer serve, and meditate on that which will. Gather your strength through rest and calm this month.

March sees results, but with them responsibilities to shoulder. That which you have been working for has begun to manifest, but at what cost? Do you have the strength to bear the burden or do you need, now, to hand the reigns over to others?

April is a threshold and as with all thresholds it asks us to make decisions. Do we stay put in the calm of known waters or do we make the leap into unknown territory? To stay is to stagnate, but to make that leap into the unknown is always a risk. 

May is the time to nurture your vision. Results have begun to roll in, if you’re playing your cards right, but it all will only be sustained if you can put aside your doubt and continue to steadily breath life into it.

June sees the potential for positive energy to feed into our lives. The Queen rides the energies that surround her and dances with them. Look to the positive energies in play in your life and work with them, nurture them and let them lead you to productivity.

July is once again time to stop and reflect lest we lose our way and our battles cease having meaning. Reflect and remember why you’re fighting, review the little details and make sure you aren’t becoming lackadaisical. There’s nothing worse than charging to victory and realising you lost yourself and your magic along the way.

August once again tells us to look up and take stock. It may feel like we’re trapped but the bars aren’t really holding us, we’re just too caught up to see it through our despair. 

September brings on a gentler energy, but one that equally requires your full attention. The garden is blooming but unless you continue to tend and cultivate it your work will be for nothing as it will wither. 

October is the month where the heart really takes front stage, we’ve lived in our heads for quite a while. Find a way to channel your emotions, give them productive outlets, and take control of what’s happening in your life. Emotions aren’t your enemy, they’re a powerful weapon in the arsenal when they are well known and given productive outlets. 

November is time to refocus on balance. Bring yourself in line, check your indulgences and your battles. Share. It’s all a game of give and take between you and the universe, as much as between you and the neighbour.

December… the year ends with the beast tamed, but not dead. Sorrows, grief, despair, these aren’t things we can kill, but we can learn to control and contain them. The queen is a force of strength and clear sighted decisions, follow in her steps as the year comes to a close. Let the beast be tamed, if only for this while.

2016 into 2017

This could be a long one but in truth it’s brutally short.

I did next to nothing in 2016, magically that is.

I maintained my altars. I blogged a bit. I did some tarot readings. I thought about doing magic a lot… and that’s it. I didn’t even remember to post most my blogging on the Australian blogging group I moderate.

I did read a lot in 2016. Gemma Gary, Peter Grey (again), and lots of blog posts and essays on magic. It was uninspiring for the most part. Not to say it wasn’t interesting, but it wasn’t inspiring. I’ve felt a bit like I’m doing nothing but going through the motions for a long time.

A few weeks ago I picked up the wonderful Chaos Protocols by Gordon White. I believe my exact comment was that ‘If Peter Grey was poetry for my soul then Gordon White was the good swift motivating kick up the ass’. I can not recommend this book enough. There was nothing there, skill wise, that was overly new – a few technical things I can incorporate on top of well honed skills though – but the book as a whole was inspiring and motivating. It’s what I’ve been needing to get my magical brain buzzing again.

So we’re leaving 2016, which was one hell of a year in both the good and the bad sense, and moving into 2017…

I can’t think of a much better time to rediscover my motivation and inspiration that right on the cusp of a new year really. Can you?

The Iron Queen

He kisses without reserve, before sending the through the arch. She won’t wait forever after all, and the wind is cold.


I find her taming the beast.

“Do you kill it?”

“Not at all.” There’s an implication in her voice that it is immortal. The  beast of woe and sorrow that we can tame but never truly destroy in our life times. I comment that her dress isn’t entirely suited to this task and she laughs at me, standing in the snow in torn jeans and a singlet. She threads her arm through mine and leads me away from the tamed beast now tied to a stake.

The snow clears, the marble floors start, and we are in her throne room. The throne looks uncomfortable, but she sits anyway and invites me to do the same. Apparently sitting on the floor is just odd in her books, but I am not fit for the throne at her side by my own measure, so at her feet is my chosen place.

She talks.

She talks of a husband that focusses so much on the future that he ignores the present, and her, so for intents she is the widowed Queen. Here she looks to her people. Using hard won knowledge and experience to rule and resolve. Decisions always from a clear, cold place, regardless of any personal sympathies.

She talks of existing in the now, but not forgetting the past. Of watching over and guiding with clear vision the day to day. She explains, in a way, how it is we get lost and her role in bringing us back.

She smiles readily, and I feel no need to try and remove her mask as I did her husband’s. I know that underneath it is scars from old hurts, and she does not seek to hide the grief and pain she still feels. But she rules, there is iron in her spine, and she sees to the people regardless of her personal pains. She neither denies nor wallows in them.

Pushed wrongly she can be hard and cruel. She’ll use everything she nows of you against you. She’s not shy in admitting it. Not shy at all. Her mind is her greatest weapon and she’ll use it come hell or high water.

She reminds me, as our time comes to a close, that I too am Queen. She tells me that she hasn’t a lesson to teach me, I am already applying her lesson without guidance, but I must remember that I too am strong.

Review: Belladonna and Bones – Clary Sage Single Note Flying Ointment

I’ve put off writing this because I’m hopeless at reviews truth be told. I usually just squee and then tell everyone to try it for themselves. So, to start with, I am not being paid for this review in any way shape or form, it’s just a product I really like…


This Clary Sage Single Note Flying Ointment is probably one of the most beneficial things I have spent money on as part of my practice in years. I’m so glad I got the chance to try it in ritual with the lovely creatrix, and bought some. 

Dream-magics are my forte. They’re what I do better than anything else and have been for as long as I can remember, but I have always struggled to get into the right state to work between worlds deliberately. I struggle to get my own head out of the way, especially when lying beside a partner, to travel between or hear those I’m interacting with well. The state of relaxed needed to get started properly would elude me or I would not remember anything when I woke, even though I’d have that ‘I know something happened’ feeling.

The Clary Sage Flying Ointment has been a huge assistance on the occasions I’ve gone looking for that dream-magic state of being with specific goals in mind. My head clears out of the way quickly and I drop into a relaxed fugue state – not here nor there – where I can move between this world and the other smoothly within a short time period. I remember everything when I wake whether it’s 15 minutes of fugue state later or 8 hours of proper sleep later.

Belladonna and Bones is doing some maintenance and travel right now so the store is down but you can find them over here. Better yet, they’re Australian so no worrying about ointments vanishing in the mail because customs.

The Brittle King


The blade feels awkward in my hands as I throw myself at my lover. He smiles slightly as he pushes me back and over, again. I’m frustrated and he’s gently amused by it. It takes time, I know. Mastery always takes time. In the meantime, I’m the cutest frustrated little fox-kit ever according to this overgrown bastard.

The wind comes through the archway, ice cold, and that’s the cue to take my leave.

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