So Gosh Darn Magickal.
Baring in, mind that one Mages Maigck is another mages dull dream...
I have a story,..Love to give it a go when it comes to the "Making it Real" in the magical world, I let forth a shoal of Sigils, leaving educational learnedness aside and calling on that right brain. I set my space, called some Ancestors and boom, the cat dragged in a sparrow. Squeals from the kids, yowls from the cat and "Oh my" from me. Duly dealt with and back to work, only this time housework, a lovely time of Grandma Magick.
Now bare in mind, this strand of my journey is around producing a piece of work that contributes to peoples and my own energy, without my feeling attacked, hurt, bitter or shut down. How many years of Shadow Work should it take? If I'm not allowed to float along in my 5d Joy Bubble, without continual, snipeing at my animals, kids and finances, then what's the point?
In need of a Hero and a finding of Others, I heard the Call and joined Rune Soup. If you haven't checked this out, you might like too, HERE
I closely followed the Sigils course, from Rune Soup, which made some sigil stuff easier, over thought other bits, grabbed Planetary prayers, (Rewritten a few. Mars, bellicose, really?), I did say this was a story.
Planetary guides, prayers, houses and days aligned, love my friends, so Friday was the day, I thought to be full on pomp and ritual for my next attempt, or sigil shoal sending session. Wanting to be at, Spark of Dawn as prepped as possible. Angel and Spirit of the day, researched, Venus, where does one get a Swan, a Dove or a Sparrow from? Oh my goodness, (first Magickal Moment) did not the cat bring in a sparrow a while back?, Eww don't be silly, the bird was long digested, but a beautiful wing remained.
Any how, thoughts of the relationship with the Angel and Spirit of the day, were on my mind and I searched and researched on the Angel Agatahael... Nothing just a vague hint of a Saint, maybe, St Agatha. So who is she? Remember, I'm finding Others.
Born 231 died 251, shoot that's young.
Feast day 5th February
I was born in February
Patron Saint of
Apparently, Agatha decided whilst in her teens, she was simply not going to get married, have sex etc, but would in fact become a Bride to Christ and reserve her Virginity for him. And so ensues a lot of drama, all readily Google able.
And so begins her second set of attributes (Magickal Moment three)
Patron Saint of
So, now we have a declared sovereign soul, the magickal synchs piling on and that's me climbing on board, For a Saint? But, Holy Mary Mother of God.
Now, multiply by the Breasts being incised under torture, with body being rolled in a fire of pot shards, and the whole Bell Founders thing, becoming downright ominous, in a Tin Foil Hat way. Hot pincers and fire being found in foundry's, and the bell shaped breast, for ringing forth and making real, then the whole there's a lump, lets lop it off, capitalized on by an ad campaign and buying into a possibly unnecessary foundation, (foundry) and do we need to set etymology into play?
So yes, I'm making acquaintance with a young lady, for whom I made a balm of Aloe Vera and honey (at her bequest, with a touch of Rum at Saint Cyprian's, as he came to the tea party also).
Saint Agatha is connected. When she died powerful earthquakes were experienced and I have been through several of those, I fully intend to support in the healing of this young lady. I'm unsure if she is even happy and freewilled In her Role of Patron. How bound to this earth is she? Would she rather be free? Was she adopted as a later ritual participant? Has she had Justice? Is part of the unveiling of Pedophiles and Rapists happening at the moment attributable to her intercession?
I have spoke her prayer a couple of times, I'm not happy with the words at all, I don't like being "Free from All things which hold us bound to the Earth", I rather like it here. and I am happy to leave the "Rising to the Heavenly Courts" for as long as possible. But if you should like to make this young ladies acquaintance...
THE NOVENA PRAYER:
O glorious St Agatha, who remained faithful to Our Lord even unto death, intercede for me as thou dost rejoice in the reward of thy virtues. Cast a glance of pity on (me /mention the person afflicted with cancer or other serious breast ailment) and grant my petition, if such be the will of God. Make my/her troubles into thine own. Plead for the grace yearned for ardently, and for a blessing that may strengthen me/her during life, so to assist me/her to lead a faithful life, so that, one day, I/she may join you in eternity to behold the Source of Eternal Joy.
Our Father, Hail Mary, Glory Be
(Must be Modern as the "Breast/Cancer" reference)
OH HEAVENLY FATHER
WHO RAISED AGATHA TO THE DIVINITY OF SAINT HOOD,
WE EMPLORE YOUR DIVINE MAJESTY BY HER INTERCESSION TO GIVE US HEALTH OF MIND BODY AND SOUL.
FREE US FROM ALL THINGS WHICH HOLD US BOUND TO THIS EARTH AND LET OUR SPIRITS LIKE HERS RISE TO YOUR HEAVENLY COURTS
THROUGH JESUS CHRIST
YOUR SON OUR LORD
WHO LIVES AND REIGNS WITH YOU FOREVER
(Not where sure this one is from) but it jibes a bit
“Do not offend Agatha’s nation, because she will avenge all insults”. – Inscription on the façade of the Cathedral of St. Agatha in Catania, Sicily
The best site I could find and recitation of Saint Agatha's Mass
So a couple of days of Magick, and a new Acquaintance. Thank you to all of those praying for me. I think I may have a new ally, to help me pray for you.
Much much love
As I have said, I lived a very different life to many...
When I was four, I went to see a friend of mine who lived on the Cul de Sac. I knew she wasn't ill in the normal way and when her parents denied me access to her, closing the door on me, I literally booted their door down to get in, shoved past the shocked oldies to find her, in bed, not ill, but very very sad. A sadness we both understood.
At five I entered school, there had been no preschool for me, and I found the routine extremely hard. I remember wetting myself as the teacher said i wasn't allowed to go too the toilets except in the breaks, though she didn't explain that rule until after I had asked to go, I threw a desk, and walked home in my wet knickers. Rules were changed after that, as how can one expect a new entrant to exercise such control?
Half way through this year, I was diagnosed with a learning disorder, requiring special classes for reading, I learned very quickly as for some reason I only need to see the top half of the letters, and once shown the techniques, was away. Code breaking is a skill of mine. Though the special lessons continued.
At six my parents were called to the school to watch me swim, the teacher had never seen a child swim under water for so long, let alone swim like a fish after one lesson. I went on to hold the 10 year old girls 100meter swimming record for New Zealand 1.06, I think it was, though I was pulled from swimming not long after, as I was gaining attention.
At seven, upon a sponsored walk up a local mountain, I started off with a family, who were too slow, I was up the top, stamped and met them on the way back, where they were not even a quarter of the way. Just as well I had my stamp, they accused me of cheating.
And that's the way it was. I could locate a place to be, where I was, and move between the two points, very quickly. And every time I achieved something, there was someone to slap me down, take the joy away, or treat the achievement as nothing.
I over came my programming, you can too. I have skills and tools waiting, to support you. Please, take my hand.
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Like I said, I've lived a very different life to many...
I was born in Keneperu Hospital in Porrirua, New Zealand. A very different kind of hospital, dealing mainly in Mental Health and to the New Zealand Government, or as it was then, Post Office, crowd.
My best friend in those early years, for example, father went on to be a prime leader in the Fijian coup. Yeah I remember...
Any how, my father was a Telecommunications Engineer...he designed and built Satellite Receiver/Transmitters. It wasn't just "mechanics" these guys were playing with.
My real programming aside from the usual trauma started when we moved out of the "State Housing" and into another form, a subdivision, with a lot of children, over 30 in our little CulDeSac, all up and coming professional people (pilots, physicists etc).
I will never forget the terror that visited me in that house...so much so I would visit the stars...but that is what the terror was for. To get me to split into pieces, to fragment, so I could be programmed on different levels...Yes I remember the sacred geometry movies, and bits of the programs instilled, though not much, during office "parties" when some children would walk through one door, and others through another.
I remember, when I was around 6, an older lady with an accent, whose house I randomly chose to visit, often, giving me a book...It was a Special Edition Readers Digest full print with color plates, leather, maybe fake, embossed, with gilt edging, some of you have probably guessed, it was a copy of Alice In Wonderland. To this day I have an aversion to both this story, and the Wizard of Oz, possibly part of the programming to avoid accidental triggering.
So you see, it wasn't just mechanical bits of metal, these people were working on, it was minds. I became a Satellite Receiver/Transmitter, skills I still have, so if I'm talking on AI, codes and programming etc, I'm still tapped in tuned in and turned on, and I can distinguish between a psyop and the real deal, so listening may be beneficial. So I avoid certain groups, as AI still follows me everywhere, but I have also learnt to circumnavigate a lot, including deprogramming trauma and suicide programs, integration of soul fragmentation a lot of the Monarch (well that which suits lol). When I say, I have a joy filled life, and I can support you to have one also. I'm very, very serious.
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