Eu comecei esse blog justamente porque minha mãe me maltratava quando eu começava a falar de bruxaria com ela. E eu me arrependo amargamente toda vez que eu tiro qualquer oráculo para ela, porque ela grita comigo, me espezinha.
Hoje, o Tarô disse para ela que ela precisa meditar. E ela gritou comigo dizendo que eu estava dando um conselho sem noção e que não estava entendendo nada do que ela queria dizer. Cara, não bata no mensageiro, sabe?
Identifiquei o exu dela momentos antes de tirar as cartas, e ele até encostou nela a ponto dela manifestar, e ela ainda tem a cara de pau de brigar comigo como se eu não estivesse só traduzindo uma mensagem do mundo espiritual para ela?
Não sei porque ainda tiro. Não sei porque ainda busco a aprovação dela.
Realmente, a saída é esperar o Universo e a espiritualidade jogarem quem quer que seja meu futuro marido escolhido pelo T. no meu colo, já que tudo que eu tiro fala para eu esperar pacientemente e não fazer nada, para poder sair desse ambiente tóxico e poder ter um lar onde minha espiritualidade não só é bem-vinda como apreciada.
A guardian, she offers protection to those who seek it, especially victims of domestic violence. Intense force for justice and female empowerment.
How to tell if Medusa is contacting you
Dreaming of Medusa
seeing the goddess herself or some of her symbols in your dreams
artistic representations of Medusa begin to appear around her
If you are recovering from domestic violence
is not a requirement for working with Medusa
you may feel more in control of your mental and emotional spheres
Snakes approaching you
injured or in need of other care
Feeling obliged to take action in their own defence
Situations in which to call Medusa
you need strength to challenge your enemies
face your fears
bewitch your abusers
She is a sea goddess, so her domain includes all magic related to water, witches of the sea and storms, seafaring and the like.
Devotional acts to Medusa
Connect with Medusa's element, water
Dedicate space on your altar to Medusa
Create any artwork about Medusa or buy an artwork and place it on your altar
Read about Medusa
Fighting for women's rights
Divination mainly by pendulum
Offerings to Medusa
shells
corals
snake stones
representations of snakes
petrified wood
beach biscuit
starfish
beach sand
silver
snakeskin that has been replaced naturally
aquamarine (crystal)
malachite
moonstone
pearl
sea water
sea salt
fresh water incense
seafood
wine
Medusa Symbols
Snakes
Silver and green colours
Eyes
Aegis: a representation of Medusa that decorates Athena's shield
Gorgon Eyes
Herbs associated with Medusa
sage
nettle
mandrake
artemisia
lavender
hawthorn
Crystals associated with Medusa
serpentine
black obsidian
amethyst
blood jasper
labradorite
Steno, the one who oppresses
Euryale, the distant
Zisa, Goddess of the Harvest
Associated by the Romans with the Egyptian goddess Isis, Zisa is the Germanic goddess of the harvest, fertility, motherhood and the Mother Creator of life on Earth.
Symbols associated with Zisa
pine cone
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the Teiwaz rune
destination matrix
Chang'O/Chang'E, Goddess of the Moon
Origin: China
Symbols associated with Chang'e
moon
hare
cow
bee
frog
Plants associated with Chang'e
lotus flower
Lotus root
Flavours associated with Chang'e
roses
vanilla
musk
Colours associated with Chang'e
white
grey
light blue
baby pink
pastel colours
silver
Crystals and metals associated with Chang'e
silver
moonstone
pearl
amethyst
aquamarine
Haumea, Mother Earth
Origin: Polynesia, Hawaii
Today marks the start of the Aloha Festival, a week-long celebration of local traditions and history complemented by dances, parades and sports competitions.
Guardian goddess of the island of Hawaii, goddess of the Earth, fertility, birth, rebirth, physical nourishment and the protection of traditions to preserve them from extinction.
Twin sons of Iansã and Xangô, created by Oxum who named them Taiwo and Kehinde. Their domains are birth, childhood and play, associated with everything that begins and is born.
Remember that twins should always receive equivalent, equal offerings
Offerings to Ibeji
honey
fruit
paçoca
lollipop
gummy candy
jujube
cakes
chocolate
mary jane
guarana
kuru
fruit juice
soft drinks
Colours associated with Ibeji
blue
pink
green
Symbols associated with Ibeji
twin dolls
two little gourds
toys
Plants associated with Ibeji
jasmine
apple
rosemary
pink
Metal associated with Ibeji
tin
Salute to Ibeji
Omi Beijada!
Omiibeji, Bejéeró!
Source: Yearbook of the Great Mother, Mirella Faur, (1), (2), (3), (4), (5), (6), (7), (8), (9), (10), (11), (12), (13)
Hi, I'm not going to give my name, just to be safe - after all, people in my family have tried and will probably try to harm me spiritually. I'm in my early twenties, Brazilian, a university graduate but without a real job. I like to study anything, read, play video games, board games, take oracles, watch films and listen to podcasts, usually about politics. I'm an introvert, with no friends, no boyfriend or girlfriend, really a lonely witch - the name of the blog is sincere, even if sometimes it's painful to remember that. I'm sentimental, affectionate, clingy, sometimes a bit clumsy, with a very vulgar vocabulary, but polite when I need to be; I like fashion and make-up, I'm good at handicrafts. I speak four languages and plan to learn more. I've lived abroad, but this is where I belong. Oh, and I also love to cook, especially sweets. I love trying out new recipes and creating my own versions. I also have a passion for music, from classical to good old rock'n'roll. Whenever I can, I go to concerts and festivals, it's where I really feel alive. I've been singing for over a decade, mainly musical theatre, and I play the piano and guitar, as well as the recorder.
Ah, the image above is a very faithful and detailed representation of my appearance in the past life in which I was a Celt, by the way.
Blessed be.
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My mum tells me not to be afraid of her leaving me with no money, but it doesn't seem that way. Just today she told me to pay for my psychiatrist, blocking me from accessing the bacno's mobile phone as if I were a compulsive consumerist.
She does it just like her father; I don't know how she doesn't see it. Or she must see it and not give a damn.
The clan had once seemed like an opportunity to escape, and it fell apart; as did any job and any way of earning my own money; as did a possible marriage so that my mum would stop saying that I depend on her because she's my only family... Everything is going wrong and I don't know what to do anymore.
I need to get out of this suffocation caused by her boot around my neck, and I don't know what else to do. There's nothing to do in terms of prayer or spirituality. Everything is wrong. Everything is going wrong. Everything, everything, everything, everything.......................................................................................................................................
My mum said that if Hecate appeared to me demanding that I blog, perhaps I should write more often. But then I think about what to write about.
The only thing I have to write about today is therapy, and how sad it made me. I agree with K. - that things will only get underway by whatever force of fate is responsible for that part of my life in the second half of the year. However, I still have the same question I asked her today, the answer to which didn't satisfy my self-inquiry. How the fuck am I supposed to distract myself and keep my anxiety out of my passive and active thoughts until then? How do I stay sane and motivated until August?
I had motivation and willpower in November, December, January, February... March has already diminished too much, and now... now I don't feel the presence of any fuel that my vital fire/fire in the arse, to be clear, can consume in order to illuminate my vision of things and warm my cold heart and spirit.
Worse still, if I'd known how to refill such fuel, I would have done it. But I don't. And I don't know how to find out. I have two more sessions tomorrow, and I didn't want to use those times to talk about the same thing. To feel useless and anxious in the same way. To feel confused and weepy and hopeless and once again completely lost and alone and, at the same time, on the edge of an abyss whose floor I have no pretence of seeing. Because I know I won't see the ground, I'll feel broken, I'll feel like I'm about to fall, and I probably will.
I don't even dare ask for guidance from any deity, because I have no way of asking for guidance on a path that I don't even believe exists.
I wasn't going to write anything. But my mum said that Hecate told her to tell me that I had to write about "today" sitting where I am.
I'd promised the Goddess that I wouldn't write again until after Lent, effectively quarantining myself, and I think she's come to collect. More than right.
Today was... interesting. I was going to go out with S. to study Tarot, but we happened to bump into R. and, outspoken as she is, she immediately took over the day and stopped my Tarot lesson that I was going to give S.
But that led me to draw cards for another protégé of the Lady of the Night, and discover that my master is also of the Lady. I never knew that, and I'm honoured to hear it. She's pretty cool, really, it makes sense to have a Goddess on your shoulder like I do. And still the same. I'm amazed that Hecate even chose me.
Today, T.'s chosen one came out of his quarantine. After not posting anything on Instagram since 8 March, I had been worried until L., T., K., and the Gypsy Ticia (who I have no idea who she is), apart from the Persian Goddess whose identity I have yet to discover, told me that I would know he was physically well on 1 April. Said and done.
He posted a singing reel today, and I missed him so much it broke my heart. I've decided not to work as a prayer therapist this month - I'm going to focus on my studies, not on my practice. Because when I draw for others, I feel like drawing for myself and I see my cards for others being confirmed while all the cards I draw for myself are not.
I apologised to him for burdening him, even though he asked me to tell him everything... But he didn't reply, and if I were him, I wouldn't either. I deleted the Instagram app, considering that I only downloaded it to know that he was alive and well. Its function has been fulfilled.
The Maha Lilah told me to focus on myself, to trust in divine providence and the I-Ching told me to trust in T. And I do, and that's why it hurts. Because I trust so much that I don't want to fail him again. I don't want to fail L. by not being able to bring him to life as I did in my last life.
Perhaps dedicating myself to my studies is the answer for now.
The complete absence of T.'s chosen one hurts me in a strange way.
It hurts me as a person, because we were going down a very nice path, and obviously, at the very least, I like him. There was no time to fall in love, of course - but my feelings for him go beyond a crush, for example.
It hurts me as a soul because I feel I'm failing T. and L. by not being able to take the relationship with the one they both chose to be my family forward.
But... Yesterday, when I went to see my teacher, my leg started to bruise out of the blue, all day long. And another child bite appeared, on the same leg as the bite that became a scar last month, but on the front of the thigh this time.
Considering that these two things have only happened once in my life, when my uncle was fucking with me and redoing the spell whose purpose is to prevent me from enjoying my completeness as a woman, I decided to stop procrastinating and write down the list of ingredients in the ebó that Taurina received from Oxalá during the conch reading.
I'll list it in this post, so I feel more obliged to keep my word since it seems like I'm promising something to others (even if I'm not, at least it's worth it).
A situation in my life led me to reflect on who would be responsible if someone took a certain action after a reading from any oracle.
A few things were passed on to me by my master, although I haven't had many lessons with her yet: never talk about betrayal; don't identify those responsible for murders; warn the consultant not to take any action aimed at finding out more about the subject of the drawing. And I followed all these rules.
One of the waitresses at the café where I study every day asked me to see what had happened to her brother, who had been missing for two years. She (called S. here) had dreamt that he was dead and came to me for confirmation.
I confirmed it, said that the death took place in Rio de Janeiro, and that he was in a serious relationship at the time. The waitress asked me to tell her if he was single or not, as there was a possibility that he had left a child before he died, which I promptly realised was non-existent in the letters. Yes, the brother had died. He had died during a serious relationship, but there are no children from that relationship.
He had died on a trip to Rio de Janeiro, probably to seek a better life (this was told to me by the gypsy). I learnt more about who had ordered his murder and how he had died, and I realised that it was because he was involved in a dangerous life, which would bring harm to me and the deceased's family if I revealed it. The gypsy told me not to reveal it, and I didn't.
That happened a few days ago. Today, when I arrived at the café, one of the other girls told me that the waitress I did the reading for hasn't been to work since, and that she justifies her absences by what I revealed in the letters a few nights ago. Immediately, I felt a sense of guilt beyond belief.
I was told this information about the absence of the deceased's sister from her work twenty minutes ago. And as I write, I feel an immense and irrepressible urge to cry. I feel responsible.
The girls are having to deal with a reasonably full café because of the rainy days, with one less employee, and I feel guilty. It's my fault, isn't it? For revealing information that led to the behaviour of waitress S., who decided not to come to work anymore.
However, waitress F. told me that S. had learnt nothing more from my letters. I only confirmed what she already knew. From what I understood, waitress F. was telling me that I wasn't responsible, because I hadn't given her any new facts that she could focus on to justify her behaviour.
But I can't see it that way. And so I began to debate in my mind whose responsibility it is for actions taken in the face of a print run?
Do I bear responsibility for waitress S.'s continual absences from work, because the reason for her absences is information given to her by me? Or is it her responsibility for missing work? If she dies going after the information I didn't reveal, because I realised it would be dangerous, and I warned her to leave it alone, is it her responsibility for killing her, for the act itself; hers, for going after what she shouldn't have; or mine, for warning her to avoid such an action?
Uncle Ben was right. With great powers obviously come great responsibilities. Are my gift of clairvoyance and the others that make me the witch's soul that I am, blessings or curses in this case? Isn't the responsibility for this waitress's faults mine, because I'm the trigger? It could be, but doesn't she have her own brain to make her own decisions and attitudes?
Do I still feel like crying, feeling guilty? Absolutely. Whether the other girls blame me, I don't know. I have to be responsible for what I reveal, don't I? Wouldn't it be better if I just didn't open any more letters to anyone, even if they asked? Would that be a heretical attitude on my part? Am I denying gifts that are blessings instead of aptitudes that I see as curses at times like these?
Would it be better to have these gifts or to have them taken back by the Gods, since I apparently haven't been using them properly? What would be the right way, given that there are no manuals? Should I take the continual presence of these gifts within my reach as an approval from the deities of how I've been using them, considering that the gods show no mercy, least of all to mortals who use the gifts they've given incorrectly?
To conclude this text, I asked the waitress F. and the waitress I. if they blamed me for the actions taken by the waitress S., and they both said they did not.
"It's her actions, not yours. You're a nice customer, you make us laugh, you trust us, we trust you... There's no reason to hold you responsible for her behaviour when we know and have heard what you've told her and it's not the first time she's been like this. You were just the latest justification," said I., who isn't very talkative.
Still, the question remains. Whose great responsibilities stem from such great "powers" (being, in fact, the powers of the Gods and entities, we humans are only allowed access to them, not their "owners")?
In my opinion, the oracle therapist has a duty to translate what the spiritual plane has to say to those who can't instinctively interpret and translate the signs - it's another language, just like any other. A witch is a native speaker of such a language if she's a medium, while someone who wasn't born with access to the spirit world will have to make an active effort to become fluent. What about the consulter's responsibilities?
I've seen texts about the responsibility of oracles. The right of the consultant is to know the message that the spirit world has to give them. What about duties? What are the duties of a consultant in the face of a draught?
Maybe in a few months I'll have an answer to this within my own spiritual development.
DISCLAIMER: I'm not generalising or saying what other witches/esotericists experience with their faiths. I ALWAYS refer ONLY to my beliefs and experiences.
Even if I stop to think for a few minutes or more, I can't remember exactly how I decided that I needed a more concrete and forward-looking spirituality - and I usually remember everything.
Growing up, I always knew that I had some kind of spiritual affinity, considering that I've seen spirits here and there throughout my life - but my mum had never told me anything that confirmed this until I, in 2014, remembered something that happened when I was three years old. She then told me that I'd had other experiences, even if I didn't remember them, and I understood that as my reality.
I had never decided to call myself a medium; the stereotypes are so grotesque and society is so hypocritical that it judges anyone who can see the spiritual world that any religion preaches exists. In November 2022, I decided to start exploring my mediumship.
I believe that in December 2022 or January 2023, I spoke to my mother and considered following Candomblé or Umbanda when I considered my black, gypsy and indigenous ancestry: it's not because I haven't felt the pain of my ancestors who were unfortunately raped for their blood that I won't honour them. I was afraid of being accused of cultural appropriation when I started looking for this ancestry, and I began to think about which other religions would fit in with my deep-rooted spiritual precepts - ever since I can remember, I have firmly believed that the Earth has its own life and consciousness, and that it balances itself, because everything is like that, negative and positive energy, masculine and feminine energy, for example. When I mentioned these concepts to my psychologist, she suggested I look into Wicca.
I didn't really know anything about Wiccans, I just knew that the followers of this precept called themselves witches. I began to identify strongly with the reverence for the elements, but some part of me was still missing - I never went in for spiritualisation because I don't like limiting dogmas. I'm like any Sagittarius - a good adventure always cheers me up, especially if I follow my spontaneity and am not afraid to be original, or strange, I've been called both.
After a few months of trying to fit in with the Wicca tenets of various traditions, I still felt unsatisfied. So I began to create my own journey, choosing topics of study related to any and all spiritual/esoteric fields in which I expressed an interest. When I discovered the existence of a witches' circle next to my psychologist's office, I was afraid - while I missed being able to express the traditions and share the rituals with others of the same faith, I knew that the great fusion of different cultures and spiritualities that I had brought together and created as my own path under the torches of Hecate would not be accepted by many people.
I took out more and more oracles, trying to understand if the Goddess was satisfied with my great concoction, and everything led me to realise that she was. Recognising this, I was suddenly able to meditate and my spells worked more and more, because now I was being myself, my mind laid bare before the Great Mother.
If you think that being a witch could be the path for you, I want you to think about what your journey will be like, without lists of compulsory knowledge drawn up by others or limitations imposed on the spiritual world by those who don't experience it the way you do. Am I a witch? Yes. All women are witches - the first witches date back to kitchen witchcraft, making stews and nourishing their families with food lovingly prepared in a cauldron by the fire. Everyone has a bit of doctor and madman... we could also say that everyone has a bit of doctor and witch.
How me It was my decision to become a witch. I started out at home, alone, without even my mother's help or any participation in my rituals or my faith. She has always given me the freedom to follow whatever spirituality I wanted ever since I learnt that I have a mediumistic predisposition, but I never felt the need to explore this path until 2022, and walking through ancient pagan beliefs was what I chose for myself, whose rituals I performed alone but not without my mother's financial, emotional and spiritual support - when I questioned my faith and thought I was doing everything contrary to how religions are normally followed. It's not traditional at all, and I've read in several places that it would even be wrong. But, as I see it, why would the Goddess refuse devotion from a witch seeking a path to better living and better honouring pagan ancestors just because she wasn't coming down the pre-established path? Pre-established by whom, exactly?
Through this question, we arrive at the same question about God. Does God exist? But it's logical. With many faces, in many pantheons. Zeus, God, Olodumarê, Osiris, Odin and so on. God exists, but what doesn't exist are the limitations imposed by the Catholic Church and other Christian denominations that claim to know how God thinks, acts, what He considers right, wrong, etc. Once this is understood, we move on to the realisation that God is different for each person; he expresses himself in different ways; he acts in different ways, more visibly for some and less clearly for others. Everyone has their own truth above that imposed by religious leaders.
I guarantee that the God and Goddess will not expel you or punish you for following their own precepts and rites, because your faith is true and just as important to the deities and entities as the combined faith of any organisation or collective rite. The collective unconscious is one, and you have access to the energies of that egregore in the same way that someone living the commandments to the letter does.
I call myself a witch because I am, because it's what defines me as a spiritual person and as a person who is faithfully devoted to paganism and especially to the Triple Goddess - a devotion that I now know has lasted throughout all my past lives, especially the last Celtic one. One of the Wiccan principles that I incorporated into my practice was the Wiccan version of the Hippocratic Oath that doctors chant at their graduation: I swore never to harm anyone on my own initiative, nor to help in any spiritual ritual that involved harming a loved one, whether on this physical plane or not, and I have done so. If someone attacks me, I don't take revenge; I don't attack back. I know that the Goddess protects me and that such an attack will be retaliated with Her strength and power as She sees fit and as She wills.
The Almanac is more succinct and focused on the reverence of the Goddess and the God regardless of their faces, incorporating all of them in their titles of Goddess and God, without specific names; it also indicates the phase of the moon, the day of the week, the time when the moon's position goes out of course and when it returns, the colours of the candles for daily prayer and the definition of incense for your moment of devotion.
Drawing a magic circle through the elements and invoking an Earth Goddess, an Air Goddess, a Fire Goddess and a Water Goddess for each element, each at their appropriate cardinal point (Earth to the north, Air to the east, Fire to the south, Water to the west, although the shamanic traditions have differentiations) is something I learnt to do while studying Wicca, However, today I know from my spiritual master who follows a path as original as mine, mainly through Umbanda in her work with the Gypsies, that the way I draw the circle is something she's been doing for forty years, and not something exclusive to Wiccanism. So even the most basic thing, like a circle of protection, crosses many beliefs - and you can throw everything into a blender and decide what you're going to strain out to determine your spiritual/religious essence.
The faith of each one of us begins within us and can find similarities in the beliefs of others, perhaps as participation in a collective cult such as Catholicism, Judaism, Islam, Evangelism, Umbanda, Candomblé and thousands of other devotions around the world; However, you may not find a mirror in anything you find when you desperately search for spiritual foundations that can help you distribute and better bear the weight on your shoulders caused by the experiences of past lives, this life and everything that must be worked on spiritually through the profession of your faith when you begin to follow the signs seen in the stained glass windows of your sacred space. Stained glass windows are found in temples, but they are also found in ourselves - we can all choose to see the world through coloured glass, showing us the world as it is perceived through each colour.
Considering that each colour of a stained glass window is a different religion and form of devotion, everyone sees the same thing, but each with their own point of view and experience - no one has the power or should be able to break your inner stained glass window. If you do, know that there's no breaking that coloured crystal that guides your faith to your spirituality.
It will always be there for you, although sometimes the light is dim and distant; with light and spiritual enlightenment as your goal, no matter how long it takes, you will reach it, and bear in mind that you may be the first and only one to forge your own paths, and that doesn't make them any less correct or any more right than the others already forged before your quest for self-knowledge and for reasons greater than those explained by scientific rationality, without any spiritual intervention.
I hope that my stories and experiences can help you to understand your faith and to accept its originality and belief as it is, without measuring it by rulers already pre-established by other dogmas, if that's what you want.
In the name of the elements of Earth, Air, Fire and Water, of Lady Artemis, Lady of the Moon; Lady Athena, Lady of Wisdom and Strategy; Lady Persephone, Lady of Spring and Flowers, Queen of the Underworld; Lady Yemanja, Lady of the Oceans; in the name of these, I close the circle I opened around myself to write this text.
I didn't even have time to finish the entry about my mum boycotting me before she did it again.
I really don't understand why she wants to screw me over and finish me off. It must make her feel very good about herself, it doesn't make sense to me that she has any motivation other than sadism. In the end, she chose my father, the guy she calls a monster but from whom she copies methods to bring me down and torture me psychologically.
But she won't make it.
I'd sent a message to say that, coincidentally or not, the guy my cards say is T.'s chosen one was (and is, until now, 6.38pm) sitting at the table literally opposite mine. I don't know why I told you. I don't know why I keep doing this.
K. warned me, my teacher warned me, and I myself know that I can't share such experiences, especially if they involve spirituality, with my mum. Why did I mention that he's in front of me?
What I've done is put my own arse on the line, since she called me and shouted at me so much that I got dizzy, and I know that I have the saddest, most dejected expression after the call ended. I'm trying to get the sadness out of my eyes because I can feel it; but I also feel that I'm not succeeding.
I know that before I was confident and now I'm defeated. What a bollocks.
At the moment, my mum is to Hera as I am to Hephaestus. Add to that Sisyphus who keeps trying to roll the stone to the top of the hill, I'm like a rare evolution of some pokémon, a fuck-up that Mum is throwing out of what should be her home at the same time as I'm uselessly rolling the stone for eternity to get to what was supposed to be my home, but isn't.
I don't have a home. I need a flat for myself, something like that, because the last thing I wanted for myself was to identify 100% with the lyrics of Listen again. Ass.