Tongue Of Fire

י"ו בסיון תשס"ט
Mab 16

I dreamt.

I was swinging (by something like a cord tether) and flying around a lilac-like bush in the yard. The bush was like the lilac bush I've written about before, but it was not that lilac bush, and it was in an opposite portion of the yard. I was wearing a long beautiful white lace vintage chemise-like gown. It was a bright, sunny early summer perfect day with a fresh smell of newness in the air. The day smelled like days smelled when I was a little girl (although I wasn't a little girl in the dream). The day had vitality.

The impression arose in my mind that there might be insects or a nest of spiders in this particular bush, although I could see none. Even though I could see none, as I encircled the bush several times, the impression of infestation remained and could not be shaken. I decided I should try to move away from this bush. It wasn't exactly my bush (though it appeared to be) - and it was infested with something.

Suddenly, the bush broke in half from where I had been cord tethered to it. The top half flew into the nearby fence while the bottom half remained rooted in the ground. The breaking of the bush released the cord tether (and me with it) from being bound to the infested bush.

Yet, even though I had been released, so too had the structure to which I had been bound been broken. The breaking of the structure also destroyed the hidden structure in which the hidden infestation nested. When all the boughs of the bush broke, the infestation had no place to hide.

I felt a slight impression of movement on my scalp at the top of my crown. The infestation had left the bush I had broken and jumped onto me! I walked over to my father and had him examine my head - did he see them? He told me they looked like little somethings.

So, I went and washed my hair and scalp at the nearest sink in the kitchen. As I began washing it, the swarm tried to escape from being washed off my scalp and down the drain, fleeing in a line onto my beautiful white dress. Oh no you don't - I'd rather be naked than host you! I took off the dress, and with it, off came the entire fleeing swarm.

Stepping out the kitchen door onto the porch as I took off and discarded the dress, I opened my mouth to blow out the 'taste' of any infestation and blew out a long tongue of fire - like a dragon might. But the tongue of fire that I blew out was different from a dragon's in that mine was longer, very focused and more controlled. It looked more like a river of fire energy than a flame of fire. The streaming fire energy had no end, rolling out beyond the horizon. Flames of fire drop back from time to time to their origin of burning, but this tongue of fire did not do that - it kept on going and began dissapating from its origin in me.

I woke up.

The tongue of fire reminded me of the pulsa denura, a harsh yet protective judgment which issues forth to protect the Divine Feminine.

I have no idea where it's going, but two points are certain - the protective judgment has been sent out and it's not coming back to me.

For The Record

ב' בשבט תשס"ח
Imbolgen 2

In follow-up to my previous entry, Lashes Of Fire, here are additional "coincidental" data for the record:

1. Lead-Pouring, Fire & "The End Of Orthodox Judaism?" - see linked article

2. There was a funeral this past Monday for a woman who recently passed away in the local Jewish community.

3. "Handle her"

4. The Jewitch's Flame Tells A Story

Are these things all connected? I don't know, but here are the real world data.

Lashes Of Fire

ב' בשבט תשס"ח
Imbolgen 2

I have to consider the question - was somebody trying to "handle the Jewitch" and the attempt went bad, falling out into the life of another?

In a previous entry, describing the hazardous jumping flame of my black ritual candle this past shabbat, I wrote:

This Shabbat, the black wax of my main ritual candle was cut quickly and completely down one side like a river cut into the wax (as the deep melted pool of wax drained from around the wick) to the candle holder (over 1-2 inches depending on the perspective of timeline) by the very high radically jumping and leaping flame connected to the wick’s fire. It happened so fast that I only noticed it as the melted black wax was already pouring down the side of my altar. The flame was so unusually high-jumping (I’d estimate it reached 6-9 inches at times), it was so furiously energetic, that I had put it out with a candle snuffer lest it reach over and catch fire the cloth which covered my crystal ball. After putting out the potential fire hazard, I stuck a fingertip into the melted, still warm but cooling, wax on the side of my altar cloth. I’m not sure why I did this. I just did it. I wanted to know the feel of the wax. What was the story it had to tell?

Now, three days later, this is in the news:

2 Girls Killed in 'Strange Ritual' Slaying in Iowa
Tuesday, January 08, 2008

DES MOINES, Iowa — A man has been charged with the stabbing and strangulation murder of his two stepdaughters in what police are calling a "spell gone bad" in the family's Sioux City, Iowa, home.

Lawrence Douglas Harris Sr. was charged with two counts of first-degree murder after authorities arrived at his burning home and found the girls in their second-story bedroom and blood on Harris, police said Monday.

Police Lt. Marti Reilly said Harris had been performing "some strange ritual" and told officers he cast a spell that had gone bad. Reilly said he could offer no other details on how the girls were killed.

"You're talking about people casting spells, spells gone bad," Sioux City Police Chief Joe Frisbie said at a Monday press conference, according to the Sioux City Journal. "Obviously, there is a lot more going on here than a straightforward homicide."

The fire, which started in the basement of the home, caused only superficial damage, Reilly said. The cause of the fire remained under investigation.

Professor Helen A. Berger, author of three books on witches, told the Sioux City Journal she doubted anyone claiming to have killed children while casting a spell is a true practitioner of witchcraft.

"This is not a group that participates normally in violence, but it is a group that doesn't have firm boundaries, which means that anyone can make a claim to be a member," she told the newspaper.

Professor Berger speaks the truth. True witchcraft is not a violent craft, it is a nature-based spirituality. Nevertheless, there are sick people to be found among all religious or spiritual groups. Witches are not excluded from the ills that plague all humanity, and all religious groups.