To Shimmer and Shine...)O(

a prologue to faery shapeshifting.

      Fata Morgana... the very name itselfe imbues memories of mythology, magick and fae. Derived from an Italian translation of the Sorceress and faery ShapeShifting half-sister of King Arthur, the Morgan le Fey. This magickal name describes a very complex, decieving series of unusually elaborate vertically-stacked images, that form one rapidly-changing mirage. A very pretty and faeryesque description of ShapeShifting. The worde itselfe mirage comes to us from the Latin Mirare, meaning 'to look at, to wonder at', this is the same root line for the terms 'to mirror', and 'to admire'. ShapeShifting is the act of, or the magickal ability and power of metamorphosis, the transformation of the physical shape into another form; also known as transmorgification or transfiguration. This transformation can involve physical changes from a simple alteration of one's appearance, to a complete transformation into another bodily form. But to be a Shimmery One is when the shift takes place within the astral body, and can only be witnessed by others also within the aethers. This I seen during a dream of a friend, who had become a harpy that descended from the sky picking up people with her clawed talons, all the time screeching. To be a ShapeShifter on the astral plane does not come without warning, shifting dreams, flying dreams or running at extremely high speeds should not be kept in this state for long periods of time. The longer the Shift, the harder it is to change back and return.

It is the magick and nature of the faery wytch and those who carry it's BloodLine, to re-discover this innate built-in talent and genetic Wonder. The next time you see a crow remember that these common creatures have no natural enemies, and if acting peculiar, you may in fact have a Shifter about! That which Happens on the OtherSide of the DreamLand, will eventually manifest itselfe in this waking worlde. Dreams and residues of the Shimmery One, the Shining One, the Changeable One...sometimes leaves remnants and distant memories, of that which is told to be impossible, hence the warning!

As my magick grows stronger, I discovered that I do my best thinking in the InBetweens of Dreams and Wake, the Shadow Realm...and my kitty Twilight Merlyn Black sometimes gets very hungry and covered in dust in the morne also. After a period of Wolf and Shifter Dreams they began to leave real-Life residues. Dreams that I was up in a tree, upon waking I found a splinter embedded in my foot, and another I awoke with a long, red scratch upon my belly.

The physical manifestations of Shape Shifting and Shimmering was very evident in the reflection of the mirror of myselfe during a spontaneous, Shamanic experience. For Real-and not in DreamLand and the OtherSide. Fierce-looking, Bright with Light, Shining and Shimmering and more than a little scary, I looked back at myselfe with apprehension and the odd thoughts that I hoped I did not turn out too horrible looking. I felt different and so Alive with Power, repeating to myselfe the wordes of my Reflection “I Now Need This Strength And Fierceness To Survive!”. I grew much Brighter 'til I could stand no more, so I returned back to mee. Once before this, in another mirror spell of myne 'Goddess Divine, what You See I will know in Time.' brought forth the change in my eyes. First they were myne, then cat-like, lastly serpent; the very next day not far from where I lived had a Natural Disaster. I have warnings like that often.

I once saw a DragonFly Faery, and dragonfly's surely are not what they appear to be. They are the faery messengers of the Dragon Keepe. The faery's legs fuse together to form the dragonfly's tail, the back of the dragonfly is in fact the front of the dragon fae, as they lay back to back, wing to wing. This was my very first experience of ShapeShifting or Shimmering, something so magickal that was shown to mee to pique my curiosity of what can be.

Ambrosia, Beloved...

Dedicated to the Spirit of Ares,  By Bella Annesley.
Chapter One
            The name Ambrosia rolls palatably over my tongue, the sweet nectar of the Gods slides down the back of my mouth, heating the warmth in my belly and turning into fire.  Peeping into my own eyes, I stare back into the reflection of the mirror, already large and widened with recognition.  My pupils contract in the dazzling light exuding from my own very being.  Is this my essence, why do I shine?  Ambrosia, Beloved.
            Theyr is a story how I came into being, well remembrance actually.  A tale within stories, intrically woven through the hands of time and told by none other than the gods themselves.  Anna, the human and Ambrosia, companion and communer to the gods.  Two very different beings now reside within me and I can certainly tell them apart.  Two separate worlds within one.  My world.  This is how I now am, I am no longer unsure of why I never did fit into the human world of the mundane.  Awkwardly traipsing through life, tripping over my own two left feet to find my own way.  Always aware of the reactions both men and women have towards me.  Nobody else could evoke such extreme love and hatred from another, oft times such conflicting emotions only resulted in most people fearing me.  I hated that most of all.
            How I wished dearly for another soul to converse my deep feelings with, but I found it so difficult to be amongst others for the most part.  Theyr energy always affected me, I absorbed it, and oft times I was left completely drained.  Good or bad, they soon learnt nothing went by without me sensing it.  Scary how I always knew.  Worst of all, nobody really wants a psychic girlfriend.  Alone and contemplating my existence and the actual necessity of it, if theyr ever really was one, was how I found my true name, Ambrosia.  Then he found me.

            “Ambrosia.”  It was the wind, it had to be or I was going crazy.  The name followed me everywhere, the whispers tickling the little hairs of my neck like a lover kissing my skin with his feathery lips.  A soft, silken touch to caress the nape of my neck, always.  “Ambrosia.” Again.
            For three days I heard this name, or thought I did.  I asked others if they too could hear the wind speak, but soon started to get the ‘I think its time for the men in white coats’ look.  So I stopped asking and locked my supposed insanity way down deep inside of my heart of hearts.  I heard his lovely voice everywhere, constantly.  Even in my sleep.  Thus, then came the dreams that began on the third night.  Sleeping and dreaming had always been a favourite past time of mine, easy to be able to forget the realities of my existence and escape inside of my very own DreamLand.
            He stood at the edge of a dark, dark forest.  His shadow, I could feel his eyes burning through my soul.  Electricity crackled in the air between us, I could no longer breathe.  This I found out, was how I always felt around him.  Apparantly, the feeling was mutual.  The shadow fell back further into the dark as he whispered what I now know to be my true name, my ancient name.  Ambrosia, Beloved.  His beloved.
Listen to my heart speak, it talks of you
My shadow, I feel you near
Your breathe reaches the moon
Your touch takes me to the stars
And your kiss burns like the sun.
Will you forever be just a dream
An omen of what will be
In a distant place you complete me
Far, far away hidden in the shadows
You watch me from afar, waiting
My hands reach for your outstretched arms
Almost touching
My head fills with your thoughts
My heart fills with your love
My body fills with your desire
Almost touching
Destiny’s colliding, you welcome me home.
            What a dream, I thought upon awakening.  It literally took me hours to shake the foggy clouds from my mind and eventually make them disappear.  My thoughts of the dark stranger only intensified and strengthened as the day wore on.  Now I could feel him everywhere.  The taste of blackberries and vanilla caressed the tips of my tastebuds and even seeped into the pores of my skin.  Now I smell like him too.  Very nice.
            Does it yet bother me that I know who or mostly, what he is?  I don’t think so, tis alot more bothersome the distraction of my now senseless mind that has slowly become awake with the new brightness I now view the world.  Even the dull brick wall outside looked pretty, how so?
            He is all that I can now think about, his voice and smell is all that I want and nothing else will ever do.  I want him, badly.  I know he is real or I must be crazy, and as much as I try to convince myself that I am, in my heart of hearts I truly believe I am not.  Just different, even more so now than I ever had thought.  I love him, I know that and I think he must love me.  Truly, it was not me that had sought him, does he think that I am beautiful?  How strange that the darkness sought me out and I found it impossibly beautiful, and I was enthralled.  Hope, tenderness and joy I felt within the darkness.
            All these emotions coursed through my veins as I stared back at my old/new self.  The reflection in the mirror of my safe, little bedroom did not look so different as I felt.  Perhaps within the throes of my own self-absorbed vanity I could imagine my eyes a slightly different, lighter shade of blue.  Brighter and more clearer than before, and if I turn my head ever-so slightly to the side, can I actually see a little through them?
            My nose, always I thought of it too big for my heart-shaped face, at a closer glance, was regal and elegant, enhancing my face instead of its usual bleak contrast.  I smile at the notion of my vain-ness and my lips, didn’t they use to be less blood red? The effects and subtle changes of my face enhanced my previous off-kilter looks.  Never had I felt so beautiful, and my hair once a black colour, so dark it almost seemed blue, had now the sun streaking through.
            I laughed to myself.  Hearing the sound of wind chimes caused me to stop and take note of the sound of my own laughter.  Taking an account of my newly changed parts, starting with my face, my hair, my laughter, which more than likely must mean my voice as well.  Was theyr going to be anything else I will find, I wonder.
Golden rays shine in her hair
Hair of the blackest night
Stars from the sky twinkles in her eyes
Eyes of the brightest light
She has ice in her heart
She has lust in her soul
She has the world at her feet
Watch out for her in your dreams
She’ll seduce you with your wildest dreams
She’ll drink your soul til she has her fill
But she will come back for more
Stealing your desires
Transforming your soul
Intoxicated by your taste
She lives in your dreams
Becoming stronger each night
Hers is of the dark fantasy
Wicked heart, wicked mind
Tortures your heart with one look from her eyes
For you cannot go back when touched
If she wants your soul.

Chapter Two.
The Dark Man, Ares.
            The dark stranger turned his head towards the darkened void, trying to recapture the scent he remembered from so long ago.  With it, also brought the promise he had committed his soul to and regretted for many, many millennia ago now.  But what is the space of time besides that of a blink of an eye?  Ambrosia, his Beloved.  He had never forgotten, just as he had promised his heart.  Let me introduce myself to you, Ares I am.  The dark warrior God of the Grecian times, Master of the Battlefield and servant to none.  Except my Beloved, ambrosia.  He watches her from the distance across the void between worlds.  His eyes mould themselves to every fibre of her being, trying to recapture her attention.  “Ambrosia.” He whispers.
            Once upon a day, a time long ago past theyr lived a poor, simple girl whose beauty knew no bounds.  So enthralling was she, even the Gods of Mount Olympus took note.  Ares, most especially.
            Bathing in the river by her papa’s farm had been a welcome daily ritual of hers ever since a small child.  How she loved feeling clean, but the river drew her for other reasons.  Most of all, her still child-like innocent mind could imagine that the tiny water splashes were not just fish, but an iridescent mermaids tail.  The light that managed to poke itself through the dark edge of the nearby forest, she could still imagine on some days was the light filtering off the wings of a faery.  Even though the habit had slowly been overtaken by Christianity, she still left outside her front door, a dish full of milk so the little people treated her kindly.  A custom that caused her to be ridiculed by her local kith and kin, and set her apart from the villagers alone after her mama and papa had crossed over to the summerlands.  Strange, she is.  A witch they say.
            This time her eyes wandered over the familiar and comfortable surroundings.  The only scenery she has ever known, the girl could picture the perfect sillouhette of a man hidden betwixt the shadows of the forest- no, it cannot be real.  Her imagination must have drifted away with the river to meet the sea.  Your mind is a glorious thing, it can make or break your sanity.  The shadows that interplay amongst each other can create and make forms.  The shadow grew stronger before her very eyes, the nervous feelings of being watched gradually disappeared, and in its replacement left a strong sense of curiosity.  Curiousness always got the better of the young girl though.
            Out from the river she stepped, her body glistening with water droplets and her hair hung damp down the length of her back.  Even though she was not clothed, any thought of her own nakedness, had also went down the river and into the sea, apparently.  He watched her, she saw him even though he had tried not to be obvious.  Oh well, he thought.  She seems to be an interesting one.
            What happens to those mere mortals who step towards the shadows of the Gods?  Never shall the world be the same again, because as surely as we can be dazzled by the Gods, so can they.  Theyr is a reason why the Gods keep theyr distance from us mere mortals; the humble human.  It is much safer for them as well as us, for them not to love a mortal.  See, humans have a fickle nature and are prone to such things as sickness and death.  Tis not ever the Gods whom change theyr mind for Love, or wither and die at an old age, as we do.  The Gods NEVER let go and they never die, so they try not to become fascinated by any human.  Although it is hard and not dabble into the messy life of a human, just watching would get a tad boring I ‘spose.
            The darkness at the edge of the forest encased her, making her feel warm and drowsy as she stepped forth towards and into it.  His hand held out to capture hers, and as she moved closer, she found hers naturally stretched out ready to take his hand in hers also.  The fascination of each   other built into a frenzy, her heart ready to explode out of her chest.  Surely he could hear this, she thought.  Tis the loudest noise in the forest, which is when she noticed the absolute stillness and quiet of the forest edge.
            Into the dark a little further back, he took a step back from whence he had come from.  She is not afraid, he thought.  And even though he is a mighty warrior, he felt slightly intimidated by her bawdiness and apparent lack of morality for a human girl-child.  Interesting, he thought.
            How does one approach the Gods?  If she had known who he actually was, she most surely would have felt somehow, slightly apprehensive at the least.  Why did she not hesitate?  The girl felt pulled, compelling was the vision of supreme masculinity encased within the shadows.  See, she could envision a man, and what a glorious man was he.  She knew him not to be a villager, or even a stranger.  Somehow, she KNEW him.  The quiet of the forest turned into a crackling sound, the girl could hear crickets everywhere, and the roar of a wood-fire.  How was that so?
            He is beautiful and I am not afraid.  And with that thought she crossed over, outside of the river and across the other side, she knew to be his domain.  The idea thrilled her, shivering in the dark as she stepped in the woods, her body covered with goose bumps. Not from the coolness f the water, nor from the darkened shadows, and certainly she did not shiver from any foreshadow of impending doom.  “Daemon!” others would yell, before fleeing.  Yet, she stays and moves the closer, he observes.
            The girl shivers, her body quivers and trembles with delight.  Different, and feeling like she had no control for the the actions administered by herself, she stepped forth and into the darkened shadow of the man.  He reached for her hand, and pulled her close to him.  His other hand held her face, and with comfortable ease her head fell into his palm, just resting theyr like home.  Yes, she felt like home.
Tormenting my torn-out insides
Is the dark passion of my wanting
A need for the light within my dark
To meet my dark and mesh my light
Flickering darkness taunts my brightness
Haunting me with this sensuality and violence
I know the pain and it feels so damn fine
To see my dark and free my plight
Bind me to your soul
It is the anguish of my need
To keep me whole
To keep me free
Ravish my heart and I will show you
Just what lays beneath.
            Slipping into the oblivion of memories held at bay by sheer immortal strength and nothing else, Ares’ lips turned up into a slight smile, and the smile reaching the crinkles of his eyes.  Yes, he says aloud.  “Ambrosia, I have not forgotten, and nor have you.”
            In another part of the world, at the same moment as he spake those words, the future self of his sweet Ambrosia, turns her head in recognition of a shared memory.  She is yet unaware but still entwined within.  Yes, she remembers.

Magick through Hystory; Spelles and Charms of the Olde Ones...)O(

 We witches give thanks to the Mighty Ones

for the richness and goodness of life.

As there must be rain with the sun,

to make all things good,

so must we suffer pain with our joy,

to know all things.

Our love is ever with the Gods,

for though we not know their thoughts,

yet we do know their hearts-

That all is for our good.

Blessed be my feet, that take me on my path

Blessed be my knees, that support me before the Divine

Blessed be my abdomen, that gives me inner strength

Blessed be my breast, that holds my heart true to them

Blessed be my lips, that speak the secret names

Blessed be my eyes, that see the beauty of their love

Blessed be my mind, that seeks their knowledge and their wisdom.

The Sea Priestess...

O thou that was before the earth was formed- Ea, Binah, Ge.

O tideless, soundless bitter sea,

I am thy priestess, answer unto me.

O arching sky above and earth beneath,

Giver of life and bringer-in of death,

Persephone, Astarte, Ashtoreth,

I am thy priestess, answer unto me.

O golden Aphrodite, come to me!

Flowers of foam, rise from the bitter sea.

The hour of the full-moon tide draws near,

Hear the invoking words, hear and appear-

Isis unveiled, and Ea, Binah, Ge!

I am thy priestess, answer unto me.

 Drawing Down The Moon...

      Three night's were lacking before the moon's horns met, to make their complete orb. When she was shining at her fullest, and gazed upon the earth, with perfect form, Medea left the palace, dressed in unclasped robes. Her feet were bare, her unbound hair streamed down, over her shoulders, and she wandered, companionless, through midnight's still silence. Men, beasts, and birds were freed in deep sleep. There were no murmurs in the hedgerows: the still leaves were silent, in silent dew-filled, air. Only the flickering stars moved. Stretching her arms to them three times turned herself about, three times sprinkled her head, with water running from the stream, three times let out a wailing cry, then knelt on the hard earth, and prayed.

-ovid. Metamorphoses. Book 7.

 Are's Protection through Life's Battles...

       Ares, exceeding in strength, chariot-rider, golden-helmed, doughty in heart, shield-bearer, saviour of cities, harnessed in bronze, strong of arm, unwearying, mighty with spear, O defence of Olympus, father of Warlike Victory, ally of Themis, stern governer of the rebellious, leader of righteous men, sceptred King of manliness, who whirl your fiery spear among the planets in their seven-fold courses through the aether wherein your blazing steeds ever-bear you above the third firmament of heaven; hear me, helper of men, giver of dauntless youth! Shed down a kindly ray from above upon my life, and strength of war, that I may be able to drive away bitter cowardice from my head and crush down the deceitful impulses of my soul. Restrain also the keen fury of my heart, which provokes me to tread the way of blood-curdling strife. Rather, O blessed one, give you me the boldness to abide within the harmless laws of peace, avoiding strife and hatred and the violent fiends of death. -Homer; VIII

Invocation to the Horned God...

By the flame that burneth bright,

O' Horned One!

We call thy name into the night,

O' Ancient One!

Thee we invoke, by the moon-led sea,

By the standing stone and the twisted tree.

Thee we invoke where gather thine own,

By the nameless shrine forgotten and lone.

Come where the round of the dance is trod,

Horn and hoof of the goat foot god!

By moonlit meadow, on a dusky hill,

When the haunted woods is brushed and still,

Come to the charm of the chanted prayer,

As the moonlight bewitches the mountain air.

Evoke thy powers, that potent bide.

In shining stream and the secret tide.

In fiery flame by starlight pale,

In shadowy host that rides the gale,

And by the fern-brakes fairy-haunted

Of forests wild and woods enchanted.

Come! Come!

To the heartbeats drum!

Come to us who gather below

When the broad white moon is climbing slow.

Through the stars to the heavens height

We hear thy hoofs on the wind of night!

As black tree-branches shake and sigh,

By joy and terror we know thee nigh.

We speak the spell thy powers unlocks,

At Solstice, Sabbat and equinox.

The Cry of Shiva...

From the heart of all matter,

Comes the anguished cry

Wake, wake great Shiva,

Our body grows weary of its law-fixed path,

Give us new form

Sing our destruction,

That we gain new in new life.

 Invocation of Aradia...

Aradia! My Aradia!

Thou art my daughter unto him who was

Most evil of all spirits, who of old

Once reigned in hell when driven away from heaven,

Who by his sister did thy sire become,

But as thy mother did repent her fault,

And wished to mate thee to a spirit who

Should be benevolent,

And not malevolent!

Aradia, Aradia! I implore

Thee by the love which she did bear for thee!

And by the love which I too feel for thee!

I pray thee grant the grace which I require!

And if this grace be granted, may there be

One of three signs distinctly clear to me:

The hiss of a serpent,

The light of a firefly,

The sound of a frog!

But if you do refuse this favour, then

May you in future know no peace or joy,

And be obliged to seek me from afar,

Until you grant me my desire,

In haste, and then thou may'st return again

Unto thy destiny. Therewith, Amen.

Day of the Dead; Samhain Invocation...

Dread Lord of shadows

God of Life,

and Giver of Life-

Yet is the knowledge of thee,

the knowledge of Death.

Open Wide, I pray thee,

the Gates through which all must pass.

Let our dear ones who have gone before

Return this night to make merry with us.

And when our time comes, as it must,

O thou the Comforter,

the Consoler,

the Giver of Peace and Rest,

We will enter thy realms gladly and unafraid;

For we know that when rested and refreshed among our dear ones

We will be reborn again by thy grace,

and the grace of the Great Mother.

Let it be the same place and the same time as our beloved ones,

And may we meet, and know, and remember,

And love them again.

Descend, we pray thee, in thy servant and priest(ess).

Invocation of Raven...

Morgana of the Dark Moon Night

Onyx bird,bold in flight

Raven, come to us now!

Keeper of the sacred well

Where the faerie sprits dwell

Raven, come to us now!

Bean Sidhe by the river bed,

Washing shrouds of the newly dead

Raven, come to us now!

Twin birds of memory and thought

Who brought is the knowledge Odin sought

Raven, come to us now!

Raven with his bag of tricks

Always getting in a fix

Raven, come to us now!

Stalwart guardian of the Land

The sacred bird of the Mighty Bran

Raven, come to us now!

Raven, Oldest of us All

Watch over us and hear our call

Raven, come to us now!

  To Bring Good Fortune...

Luna mia, bella Luna!

Piu di una altra stella;

Tu sei sempre bella!

Portatemi la buona fortuna!

Moon, Moon, Beautiful Moon!

Fairer far than any star;

Moon, O Moon, if it may be

Bring good fortune unto me!

                                                    A Charm of Most Desperate Love...

**to be written with a raven's quill in the blood of the ring finger

of the left hand.**

“By the power of Aonghus God of Love,

may thou follow me.

As light to the eye,

As bread to the hungry,

As joy to the heart

May thy presence be with me,

O, one that I love,

Till death come and part us asunder.”

Isis, The Magickal Enchantress and Queen of the Ancient Ones...)O(

 INVOCATION OF ISIS~

from the Egyptian Book of the Dead;

translated by E.A Wallis Budge.

Come to me. Come to me,

for my speech hath in it the power to protect, and it possesseth life.

I am Isis the goddess, and I am the lady of words of power.

Isis, the goddess and great enchantress at the head of the gods.

Heaven was satisfied with the words of the goddess Isis.

The great lady, the God-mother, giver of life.

The divine one, the only one, the greatest of the gods and goddesses,

The queen of the all gods, the female Ra, the female Horus, the eye of Ra

Lady of the New Year, maker of the sunrise, Lady of Heaven, the light-give

of heaven.

Queen of the earth, most mighty one, lady of warmth and fire, the God-

mother.

The lady of life, lady of greencrops, lady of bread, lady of abundance, lady of

joy and gladness, lady of love, the maker of kings, the beautiful goddess, the

lady of words of power. Wife of the lord of the abyss.

Let the blood of Isis, and the magical spirits of Isis and the words of power of

Isis, be mighty to protect and keep safely this great god.

From the Oedipus Aegyptiacus,

by Athansius Kircher (1624-4).

“I am She that is the natural mother of all Things, mistress

and governess of all the elements, the initial progeny of

worlds, chief of powers divine, Queen of Heaven, the

principal of the Gods celestial, the light of the goddesses:

at my will the planets of the air, the wholesome winds

of the seas, and the silences of Hell be disposed; my

name, my divinity is adored throughout all the world in

divers manners, in variable customs and in many other names,

for the Phrygians called me the mother of the

Gods: the Athenians, Minerva: the Cyprians, Venus: the

Candians, Diana: the Sicilians, Proserpina: the

Elusians, Ceres: some Juno, others Bellona, others Hecate:

and principally the Ethiopians which dwell in the Orient,

and the Egyptians which are excellent in all kinds of

ancient doctrine, and by their proper ceremonies accustom

to worship mee, so call me Queen Isis.”

Initiation, My Goddess...by Bella;
 I am filled with Desire

The desire for Life, the desire for Death

I do not fear for the death of my mortal soul

I fear for the unknown of my mortal life

Immortality beckons me

The consort of the Queen, the caretaker of the Queen

My mistress is Isis, my master is Ra

Lifeforce strong, running through my veins

I worship none but my Goddess, She is my Queen

I am Her servant, in this life my last

And forever into eternity

She is my Magick, She is my Source

From the temple I came, and so shall She return

My mistress, my Goddess, my Queen

Baske me in your brilliance, turn me to Your hands

Touch the Light upon my soul and I shall be content

Gather me in Your arms, and I shall serve You for eternity

Initiated into the temple for my Queen

Becoming as One with You

I am a part of You, just as you are a part of me

Will the taste of the Goddess once be enough

One taste is not enough, yet will theyr be more

As She looks down joyously and becomes One with me

My lover reaches the Heavens just as I do

My Queen, is this your only gift

The art of Love, is this your Desire for me

The touch of the Goddess

Filled with her yearning of a mortal Life.

The Temple of Isis Channel, by Bella;

The Temple of the Gods and theyr namesakes, The Keepers. The Keepers of Knowledge and Rites of the olden 'Golden' days. Back from whence Things come and so shall They Return.

It has been stated before many, many Times. The path to the Gods is a tumultuous ride of the aethers, and aeons to progress. This Path is not easy to become a God, and in the Temple of Isis lays the plans of your forebearers. Even though this was written many a long Time ago, it is relevent for today, Made for your Times and laying, waiting and hoping to Return. Just like You. The Temple of Isis is the Boat symbolised in the Egyptian Rites; as the CrossOvers of the Dead, the UnderWorlde and the Stars. It is all One.

The Wheels of Time turns, the same as the Wheel of the Year. As each moment passes and grows older, so does the Ship Awaken. This is one of the many Ships, laying, waiting underneath the Earth. Waiting for the right Time, it is nearly Time. It is a Salvation, a Saviour of the Peoples. An Avatar if you will. The Temple of Isis is a straight-forward connection to the Gods and Goddesses. It is a mode of transport, hidden, waiting. Star Gate is not far from the Truth, but not the Absolute Truth. This, Temple of Isis is Not a Star Gate, but a Ship waiting ot Return Home. It is a scientific examination of Souls, telling Who Shall Pass and Who Shall Not. It senses Energies, Vibrations and is located underneath the Temple in a network of Space, tunnels and Connections. Like a Web, all over the Worlde (World Wide Web-Internet). Theyr are others, it all connects. (is this the Three Pyramid underwater coral formation at Lady Eliot Island, near my home hervey Bay?). Each nation, race of peoples has One.

Space Travel, a Map, ran by thought alone. Energy Vortex, Portals Connecting, but can still be made to connect. Races of Egyptian Times planted this. Human and other-worldly worked together for this Time Now.

A Time Map. Three Shoots, branches, Beginnings.

1. Atlantis
2. Quetzalcoatl (Mayan and Aztec)
3. Dark Ages (mediaeval).  These three era's where of importance, linked together by the same strands, but theyr connection is mostly overlooked. Look at these Times for theyr endings and theyr meanings.  Atlantis Fell; Mayan disappeared and Aztec murdered; The Dark Ages, the fall and lose of an Empire of hystory and magick and science. What is theyr relevance together? Now, what is the relevance to your Time. Think and ponder upon this. Your Time has the Knowledge for this Not to occur. Forearmed is Forewarned!... (society became too big nd greedy for the technology they used, they left the Earth barren of foods nd rife of disesases. They became out of touch with Themselves, Nature and the Goddess!)

 



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Spelles and Charms of an Enchantress...)O(

To Cleanse and Consecrate Magickal Things...

You Need:

A White Candle

Patchouli or Myrrh Incense

A Bowl of Water

A Bowl of Salt.

Light the Candle and Incense. Cover the Object with Salt that is to be Consecrated (Cleansed and Purified) after you have placed it into the Bowl of Salt. Hold steady your writing hand, having it directly Above the Object. Imagine a White Light that emanates from out of your Palm, that passes through and covers the whole Bowl of Salt and the Object, Creating a Protective Seal. This Eliminates and Transforms the negative Energies into Positive as it does so. Say out Loud:

“Blessed God and Goddess,

With Fire, Water, Salt and Smoke,

I Consecrate this in Thy Name

Let It Serve Me Well,

So Mote It Be.

Now remove the Object from the Bowl of Salt, ridding it of any grains of Salt that may be left. Pass the Consecrated Object through the flame of the Candle. It is now Purified, Cleansed and Consecrated, ready for your Magickal Workings.

  Charging your Magickal Object for Spelle Workings....

After you have Consecrated your Object that is to be used for Magickal Purposes, you will need to Charge it. This increases the effectiveness and potency of your Spelle Craft. Hold the Object over your head, until you can feel the Energy that is the Universe and Your Selfe, empowering your Aura; Becoming One with the Source. Say out Loud:

“Let the Sacred Powers of the Universe

Unite and Fill this ….... with Energy.

By the Power of the Moon,

the Sun, Earth and Stars;

I Charge …... to Do My Will.

So Mote It Be.”

Your Object is now Charged and Ready for your Spelle Works.

Home Blessing...

Write a hand-written Wish List on a piece of paper, you must use Seven Wishes. These can be for yourselfe, or a personal Wish for any person living at your home; these can be Peace, Prosperity, Abundance, Happiness, Creativity, Truth etc... Make sure you end your wish list with the magickally Binding wordes 'So Mote It Be'.

At a private, quiet time focus on the paper and your Seven Wishes, until you feel fully absorbed with intent and the energy of the Universe. Say thrice, as you burn your Wish List with the flame of a pure, white candle:

“Hestia, Goddess of the Home and Hearth

I Call to You Now

Bless this Home and my Family.

Keep us Safe, Well and Happy

These Wishes I ask of You Now

With my families Love

and Perfect Truth and Trust.

Blessed Be”.

Perform this spelle on either a Sunday for Joy and Success, or on a Thursday to bring on the energy of Generosity and Luck.

• Keep a dish of Salt in the kitchen to absorb any negativity or sorrow that resides energetically around, this should be replaced weekly by tipping it under a running water tap. Salt changes Luck for the better, promotes family health and attracts money. Dissolve Salt in water and sprinkle around the house to remove any bad, unearthly paranormal activities. Sprinkle Salt on your doorstep and sweep outwards to create a psychic boundary to your Home.

In your garden, or in Pot Plants;

• Pink Geraniums: for overcoming uncertainties and softening confrontations, a flower for
  enhancing family joy.
• HoneySuckle: to bring stability into the home and for good Luck.
• Lavender: for drawing money, for gentleness and calming the dramatic, also to bring
  kind, gentle words into the home front.
• Lilac: for domestic happiness, the ultimate at-home harmony flower. It will
  attract positive visitors, olde and new friendships.
• Mint: is all-purpose. It encourages lively communications and positive atmospheres, removes negative influences, promotes health, reverses bad fortune and
  restores good. And lastly, protects you and your loved ones.

A Home Mojo Bag;

Inside a little drawstring pouch, the same colour of your home, or the colour

that best represents you and your house family;

Place a silver coin, a quartz crystal, and a mix of dried lavender,

dried basil and dried bay leaves.

Hang this in the window sill or doorway of the most used

and favourite room in your home, like the kitchen.

  Healing Charms...

(this healed my son's severe sunburn in two days,

no peeling or blisters. I didn't do his neck, which did peel and blister.)

Sinew To Sinew

Skin To Skin

Heal (Jack).....'s Face

From Within!

(written on parchment, placed in nanny's teacup,

face-profile photo placed within cards of the grecian gods and dragonfae)

God and Goddess,

I Now Ask-

That You Dispose

And Heal These Hurts!

Goddess,

Give Me Strength

Feed My Fire...

Bring Me Hope

Raise Me Higher.

Let Me Pass

Through This Road

Of Miscontent...

And Into Your Comforting Hold.

White Of Fire

Pure Of Flame

Breathe Of The Gods

Blow Again...

Send It Deep

And Direct.

Heal And Soothe,

with Gentle Breathe!