Ek Forn Norn

In my previous post, in my Ansuz dream, I am an ancient witch who determines fates, and to whom are relinquished (and from whom are granted) "secret cards" which function (in the dream) as each person's token of destiny, like a package of DNA determines genotype.

The Icelandic phrase, ek forn norn, means I, ancient witch.

The etymology of the word norn is disputed, but it may come from the Swedish word norna (nyrna), a verb that means to "inform secretly".

Norn, in addition to meaning "witch" and "to inform secretly", may also mean "to twine."

My dream is underscoring to me that my Being finds genesis of consciousness beyond the deepest layers of örlög in the Dark Goddess of Old Fate.

So, I think that while many runers may use the phrase ek erilaz in runeworkings, I will use the phrase ek forn norn.

The Utterly Bewitched Talmud

ט' באייר תש"ע
Annwyn 10

In follow up to my previous post - Jump, The Ibbur And The Witch's Secret Tool - Pandora gave us her preferred interpretation of JT Kiddushin 4 (66c) and her prefered paraphrase of the word "best":

May I add that the full quote is in JT Kiddushin 4 (66c): "R. Simeon bar Yohai learned: "The best of heathens - kill him; the best of snakes - smash its skull; the best of women - is filled with witchcraft; praised be he who fulfills the will of the Place" (i.e., of God, who is omnipresent, or in every place at the same time).

The term "best" refers more to the "majority" of women, not that they were THE BEST! So, Shimeon bar Yochai was not necessarily singing the praises of women in this context.

Interestingly, we see that even using Pandora's own interpretation and paraphrase (which differs from my own), that the Talmud is completely and tellingly unable to "kill" or "smash" the "best of women" who is filled with witchcraft. Unlike with heathens and snakes, all the Talmud is able to utter in response to such a witchy woman is to sing the praises of the Divine. Consequently, we can see that, even using Pandora's interpretation and paraphrase, the Talmud is utterly bewitched! Contrary to Pandora's understanding, Shimeon bar Yochai is indeed singing the praises of witchy women!

Sex Magic And The Real Meaning Of Negative Mitzvah 310

כ״ט בשבט תש"ע
Keowulf 1
Sabbath Day of the Dark Moon

Commentary on Mishpatim from Garden of the Dark Moon Jubilee - Sex Magic and the Real Meaning of Negative Mitzvah 310.

Witch's Tongs From The Altar Of Glowing Stone

כ"ב בשבט תש"ע
Imbolgen 23

Commentary on Yitro from Garden of the Dark Moon Jubilee - Witch's Tongs from the Altar of Glowing Stone.

I Am My Craft

י'ח באלול תשס״ט
Belz 19

When anyone asks me how long I have been a witch or how long I have been studying my craft, there really is no answer in time that is truly accurate. I am my craft.

There are so many synchronous events clearly, naturally and seamlessly apparent in my life now, I see - to say that the Universe and I are in constant conversation and timeless communication would not be inaccurate. Neither would it be inaccurate to say that I am the Universe. There is no separation. There never has been and never will be.

Transmission Of A Sacred Secret

ו׳ באלול תשס״ט
Belz 7

Sunday night before bed I drew my first rune. It was Raidho (pronounced rye-though), the 'r' rune, signifying right order of cosmic law and wholiness.

Monday night before bed I drew my second rune. It was Elhaz (pronounced ale-hawz), the 'z' rune, signifying protection and linkage of the Witch and her personal Divinity, her daimon and her genius.

Last night before bed I drew my third rune. It was Perthro (pronounced perth-row), the 'p' rune, signifying the guarded secret of ørlög and the way of wyrd.

Last night, I dreamt.

I was at a small older house. It was my house, but it was not any house I have ever lived in. I was looking at it to move into, I think. The person showing me around was telling me about features of the house as we moved through it. We came to the small humble kitchen.

I spied a small closed inside doorway across from the doorway to the outside in the kitchen, like a broom-closet door. Immediately I 'saw' that an exact replica of the seemingly one story home existed as a second story to the house and this doorway led up a narrow staircase to it. I stepped toward the closed doorway to go up to see the home upstairs. The home now had a very discernable good spooky feel to it - to outsiders and enemies it would be very scary like a real haunted house, but it was goodly spooky to me. I felt thrilled inside.

The person showing me around said "you don't want to go up there. A Witch lives up there." "Ohhh, but I do want to go up there," I thought. I moved past the person who was showing me around and stepped again toward the doorway.

Just then, the outside doorway in the kitchen opened suddenly and a ritual procession of the Witch's coven and her witchy 'children' came through. They all wore hooded black robes, with their heads angled down yet positioned straight ahead toward the inner doorway, such that their faces were hidden from those looking on at them from the side, like I and the guide were.

But, as each one passed beyond the guide's direct line of sight and came directly opposite me on their way to the inner doorway (which was now open), each covenor turned and looked directly, powerfully and penetratingly into my eyes, held my gaze for prolonged moment, and then turned his or her face again toward the inner doorway. There was an immediate deep wordless mutual communication transmitted through each connected gaze. An instantaneous connection was made. It felt like a reverberating embrace of mutually reciprocating power - like a deep gripping handshake of the essence through the eyes. Like recognition of family. My eyes met each covenor's eyes in this manner, one by one.

Then, at the end of the ritual procession, the Witch who lives upstairs revealed herself and came over to me as I came over to her. She walked with a smooth grace as if she was walking on air. Our eyes met eye to eye in the same manner as with the others. Yet, we also came together, resting our foreheads together like a mindkiss between and slightly above our eyes. Through this manner she spoke to me a secret of practical magic. She transmitted to me a sacred secret. The words she used concerned a special instruction of practical magic contradictory to something I'd recently learned, but in it was so much more. The words were a little drop, which now in me will unfold the teaching.

I woke up.

Though she did not indicate to me that I should not tell the words of the secret, I feel that the words of the secret are not to be told. They are precious wholy words to me, so I shall not share the words through which the secret was transmitted.

The End Of Innocence

כ'ה ניסן תשס"ט
Raven 25

I dreamt.

It was back in the days of the Arthurian legends. I was a young queen-princess. An unusually adept rider of horses and chariot racer for a woman in those days, I competed in many of the kingdom's races. I always won. I won this particular race too - one in which my 'handmaid' rode in the chariot with me. She rode with me for the reason of 'royal propriety' and properliness for a royal lady.

Though I won the race, as an observer in the dream and in mindlink with the handmaid, I knew that the kingdom's racers had not competed as hard as they could have because I was the royal lady. They didn't let me win, they just didn't compete as strongly as they could have. Consequently, neither they nor I were driven to push past our already superb racing abilities. The victory was not as full as it could have been, even though it was a good race.

The race over, I went to meet my knightly lover. I entered into his humble dwelling. He was in another room bathing after returning from a knightly journey. I went over to the bed beautifully made with a richly red brocade bedspread. Yet, I sensed something was amiss.

I looked around. The room was clean, simple and fresh. Sensing like a pea under the mattress, I looked under the bed. Even though the floor was clean, there underneath the bed, was another woman's broom. I jerked it out!

Like a javelin, I threw it across the room with amazing force bristles first. Like a spear, it stuck in the wall by its bristled end on account of the great laser-like power with which I had thrown it. Nothing would ever be the same between us again. Oddly, I knew the knight loved this queen-princess even though he had cheated on her. She was his one and only love. But the queen-princess was not his equal in this long ago time - she had been innocent. He was not. She was innocent no more.

I have my own broom now. Come out of the bathing room if you dare.

The dream changed. I saw the mother of the queen-princess. She and her husband were in their more elaborate but still simply elegant bedroom. She was standing beside the bed folding or unpacking clothes after her husband had also returned from a journey. As an observer in the dream, I saw that the woman wore a pendant exactly like my heirloom quality handcrafted silver and gold pentacle adorned with Celtic knots. She wore matching Celtic tree of life earrings on her ears.

The husband had just entered into the room. Not innocent, he had cheated on his wife while off on the journey. They both knew it. It was no secret between them. They were confronting the potential ramifications. The woman was not stricken because her husband had cheated, as men did in those days because women were not 'actualized equals' and couldn't keep up. The woman was stricken because her husband had cheated on her with a particular woman - one that put her in jeopardy. Things would never be the same again between them. I knew that they were soul mates and loved only one another, but it was the end of her innocence. She was going to descend into the deep dark places of the Underworld, into full actuality, and meet him as an equal. He would never feel the need or want to cheat again. She would completely fill his vision and be all that he could see.

I woke up with the words uttering through my mind, "Isis wounded me."

Temple Species

כ' שבט תשס"ט
Imbolgen 20

Early this shabbat morning before sunrise, I came awake. As I was waking, I saw the sounds of two words as they burst into my consciousness - namely:

zendel (זן-דיל pronounced zen-dil)
gezereig (גזר-הגג pronounced gezer-hegg)

I got up and wrote the words down before going back to sleep. This morning, the message in the magic words comes alive.

זן - species, strain, variety, type
דיל - deal, agreement, something for something, an equal exchange, a substitution

גזר - divide into pieces, cutting, decreeing, Temple elevation, removing
הגג - maximum, top (reward and punishment)

Taken together, the two words come together in my mind to mean 'species which mediates and distributes maximum punishment or reward'. In other words, this 'type of Temple consciousness' mediates to support, modify or rescind Divine decree.

This 'type' of awareness exists in me.

In Black And White, A Red Thread Runs Through It

כ' שבט תשס"ט
Imbolgen 20

Last night I dreamt.

It was the early 1960's.

My seeing traveled from earth into deep space. I saw a starship coming toward from beyond our galaxy, from far far away, from beyond the boundaries of a myriad of universes unnumbered. It was a mothership bringing in 'stellar' souls to the worlds containing living beings. Our earth was one of those worlds to which was going to be delivered at least one of these stellar souls.

The mothership was going to teletransport these souls of stellar origin onto planets in our galaxy. The receiving mechanism on each planet chosen to receive one (of which there were myriads) was like a leather-like runway assembly line. This is hard to explain exactly. At the end of each receiving runway assembly line, a man assembly-line worker 'caught the key' to the teletransporting soul like pieces of little luggage at an airport, only the pieces were not luggage. They were simple every day common items. One was a small black plastic 'oil of olay' box. Beside it, another was a white plastic box (like the one I keep Q-tips in). One was a bag of movie popcorn, for example.

The correct arrangement of the little items falling out and materializing onto the runway assembly line into the correct formation was critical to the materialization of the teletransporting stellar soul into the world. The formation the items took as they came together had to be exactly right - and the man working the line knew the correct formation the items on his line were supposed to be in, but he had no clue as to the reason why. He also did not realize the magnitude of the impact his job had on the evolution of the planet. He thought his job was a menial unimportant assembly line job. He had no clue how important that which he was doing was.

The mothership hovered at the center of our galaxy of universes. Bursts of light came radiating out from it in all directions like starbursts - these were shuttle crafts containing the stellar souls. Each starburst craft contained one stellar soul. One was coming to earth.

I saw the shuttle soulcraft speeding through space from the center of the galaxy toward earth. During its journey, the man working the receiving line was distracted by some other being try to prevent the stellar soul from being able to materialize on earth. The man was distracted in conversation with this being. While the man was not watching his line but looking at the being with whom he was speaking, a few items in the end-right corner near him became jostled and out of correct formation. Oh no!

The man was interested in the conversation he was having, and though he glanced toward the line and 'rearranged' the items quickly, he did it haphazardly without concerned attention, such that he didn't get it right. Oh no! They were almost, but not quite, in the right formation.

The stellar soul wasn't going to be able to materialize on earth! Oh no!

But I saw the two items that weren't in right formation. I saw the exact two items that needed to be ever so slightly rearranged. I saw them. I knew what they were! I knew where they were supposed to be! I know how to fix it! But, at that particular moment, I had no ability to do it, for I had not yet been born.

I heard the cry of the stellar soul 'in limbo' somewhere out in our galaxy.

As I was waking up, she spoke in me, saying ... [ ... ] Mom!

[Related - The Red Thread & The Nine Mothers, One Of Witch - HT muninnskiss]

There is some secret hidden in the symbolism of the black and white boxes - for these are the two so-simple items upon which the evolution of the whole planet depends. I have the key.

“What is a Red Thread Witch?” To this question I may respond with words along the line of, “the only witch there is”.

Synchronicity - I received packages tied together with red threads in the mail today.

Will, The Man In Black

ו' שבט תשס"ט
Imbolgen 6

Two divinations and two dreams.

First, erev shabbat I drew the pentacle card from my Well Worn Path deck. The pentacle card speaks to the ideas of stability, foundation, endurance, fortitude, manifestation within the physical world, and draws creative energy into active expression. Thus, kabbalistically the protective pentacle represents ateret hayesod, the foundation of malchut.

Then, to see what was 'in the air' (for which I drew the protective pentacle card), I drew three hebrew letter cards. They were עקו, a word from the root עקה meaning: 1) to enclose, 2) press in, and 3) fence in. Associated in my mind with these meanings were three ideas: 1) a witch's circle, 2) the midnight death of the firstborn as in this week's Torah portion (I am a firstborn individual), and 3) a fence for Torah.

I went to sleep and dreamt.

To press in.

It was night in my parents' [1] house where I am staying. The time was the present time. A white woman thug was trying break down the door, pressing to get in to kill us. I put my body against the frame of the door to block her entrance. It was a mighty struggle, the door popped off its hinges as she pressed in and I pressed out. Nevertheless, I managed to get the deadbolt locked against her. Somehow, in my pressing out against the door and throwing my weight against it, I threw her backwards - away from the door, off the large porch and into the yard. The white woman thug landed on her rearend on the ground.

The witch's circle.

I woke up, and got up out of bed. I smudged the house, particularly the door of the dream, with dragon's blood incense. Then, I cast a magic witch's circle around the home and all my family members, my place of employment and co-workers, and all our systems of support. After considering the hebrew letter card hei (ה), I instead put the hebrew letter card shin (ש) by my bedroom altar [2.a]. Though, according to midrash, the letter hei is the protective letter put on the doorposts of the Hebrews during the midnight massacre of the Exodus, I already had a protective pentacle [2] present. Moreover, the letter hei is a letter of receptive manifestion, and I had no intention of 'receiving' death. Thus, I instead chose the projective letter shin of the mezuzah. I also reinforced to my gargoyle to remain at his station, guarding the closet. Then, I went back to sleep and dreamt again.

A fence for Torah.

It was night. I was currently living in my aunt's [1] house with my three children when they were little (I have never lived in the house of my aunt - my father's sister, which is next door to my parents' house, in real life - and the house of the dream was actually a combination of her house and a house I used to live in when I was a young mother). Thus, this represents a mixture of time past and present.

I saw outside the kitchen window four black male thugs with knives making noise by the fence which runs between the house (of my aunt) and the house of my parents. (I have never had any problem with 'black male thugs' in real life and the only connection I can find to this detail is in this recent post of a video performance of Racheim linked to from DovBear.) They had walked on the fence and slid down it into the yard, and were preparing 'to rumble', to break into the house via the bedroom windows. They were going to storm the house and kill us all. There were too many of them - four of them against one of me. I couldn't use my body to block all the windows and doors against each of them. I was only one individual, while they were four individuals. So, while they were preparing to rumble, I packed up my children, and from another side of the house, I hurried us into my car and drove off. When they broke in to kill us, we wouldn't be there. We had already escaped as they danced in the dark with their knives in hand, in ritual preparation to slaughter us.

It was now daytime. We were driving the highways, moving from place to place across country to escape the male Green Hulk monster which was now trying to find and kill us, since we had escaped the four black male thugs. Every time I sensed the Green Hulk was getting close to finding us, we moved on in my car to another place.

We were on the highway when the Green Hulk finally spotted my car. It landed on the car as I drove. I had attached a flying 'shuttle craft' to the hood of my car, in preparation for just such an event as the Green Hulk finding us in our travels to escape it. The plan was to evacuate us from the car through the roof into the shuttle craft and fly away, leaving the Green Hulk to break into an empty car. But, the Green Hulk, not to be fooled that way again like the four male thugs at the house, had intuited that plan - I knew it - and he had broken stealthily into the shuttle craft to await and kill us when we evacuated the car as we had the house. He didn't know I knew he knew. We didn't evacuate into the shuttle craft. Instead, I drove under an low hanging overpass and cut the shuttle craft off the roof of the car. I drove on with my kids, and the shuttle craft lay splintered open on the road behind us. I saw a group of people standing there on the road, surrounding the broken vessel from which the Green Hulk emerged. One among them administered an injection to him and he morphed back into human form as he lay disoriented in the road. I saw a seam come together on his right arm as he temporarily morphed back into human form on account of the injection. Nevertheless, it wasn't over yet.

I was in a public place, among a group of people. It was again the present time (as opposed to when my children were little). Suddenly, a clearing formed, leaving me in the middle of the clearing. Again suddenly, a large crate-like box dropped down from the air as a 'gift' for me. It had dropped into the clearing near but behind me. I knew what was in the crate. The Green Hulk (the injected medicine having worn off) was in the crate - he was going to bust out and kill me in front of everybody. There was no escaping him this time. There was no vehicle of escape. I was surrounded by people. So, despite that I had not the brute strength to defend myself against him and would likely be killed, nevertheless, I turned to face the crate. I stood up straight and faced the crate, to meet him face to face when he busted out. I girded myself for the likely fatal encounter.

Suddenly, a Man dressed in all Black [2.b] dropped from the air between myself and the crate. He placed himself between the crate with the Green Hulk in it and me. The Man in Black was named Will. He was my Jewish ancestor Will Grunwald, and he had dark blonde hair like me (and like him, I too was dressed in all Black). With Will there and I behind him, the crate was sealed with the Green Hulk trapped in it unable to escape. Will had captured the Green Hulk and was going to reveal the Green Hulk's identity before the whole group of people who had gathered around to watch me be slain. With the group's attention focused on the revelation of the Green Hulk's identity, the 'woman behind him' (behind the Green Hulk) sought to sneak away from being also found out. But, I saw her. She tried to sneak out through the back of the crowd through a side door. But, I saw her. She did not escape unnoticed. And I had not been slain as the woman had anticipated I would be.

I woke up.

Footnotes:

[1] Yocheved was the aunt and wife of Amram. Yocheved and Amram are the parents of Moshe. In this dream, the two houses I live in are those of my parents and of my aunt (in combination with my own). Thus, in this dream, I am the Moses principle.

[2] A pentacle has six (שש - a/b) revealed elements - it is a intertwined five-pointed star encompassed by a circle. A pentagram has five revealed elements - an intertwined five-pointed star.

[3] In contrast to the blue dream of four sisters, the colors associated with this dream are white, black and green.

Legends Of The Rise

כ"ז כסלו תשס"ט
Shamash 28

The twenty-third shaman stone in my Temple Collection represents the spirit of Mouse, the creature who shared the extraordinary and stellar experience of traveling consciousness with me in the epiphany of 1967. Today I received a surprise gift with one of my supply orders - a moonstone, the traveler's stone - and my twenty-third shaman stone.

Raven Grimassi (The Witch's Familiar) writes of Mouse:

In old legends witches were believed to be able to transform into mice. Some tales include the belief that the soul of a witch appears as a mouse.

How very interesting to me, as a witch.

As a power animal, Mouse's wisdom includes "scrutiny, order, examining life's lessons, shyness, quietness, understanding details, seeing double meanings, stealth, guidance in signing contracts, discovery and the ability to be unseen." This last characteristic - the ability to be unseen - may account for Mouse's scrutiny of me and surprise that I could truly see it followed by Mouse's question to me in 1967 "what are you looking at?" Indeed, what was I looking at with such stealth, examination, scrutiny and interest to discover that I was propelled into the experience of a lifetime?

Witchcraft Of A Biblical Matriarch

כ"ה חשון תשס"ת
Phasma Priscus 27

In follow-up to previous entries positing that the daughter of Avraham was a witch, why wouldn't the daughter of Avraham be a witch? Her mother Sarah, a biblical matriarch, was a witch. "In the Midrash Genesis Rabbah the rabbis write that Sarah tried to use witchcraft against Hagar."

Interestingly, in another biblical incident involving Sarah, "shutting off the wombs" of rivals is a black magic fertility spell. In Vayera (Bereshit 20:18), the wombs of the women of Abimelech's house were closed up "because of Sarah" (through witchcraft). Perhaps Sarah's longstanding barrenness was somehow connected to her own use of black magic to shut up the wombs of rivals. The later births of Isaac and Avraham's daughter suggest that Sarah did teshuvah for a possibly longstanding malignant use of this kind of magic.

Related entries:

Bakol & Transmitting The Torah Of Atzilut
Best Among Women
Kwisatz Haderach, A Daughter's Blessing

Kwisatz Haderach, A Daughter's Blessing

כ"ה חשון תשס"ת
Phasma Priscus 27

Toldot - Generations

וְאֵלֶּה תּוֹלְדֹת יִצְחָק, בֶּן-אַבְרָהָם
And these are the generations of Isaac, Abraham's son ... Bereshit 25:19

DovBear writes of another opinion in the Talmud, namely that:

one of the Rabbis argues that Abraham had everything, specifically he had no daughter, and therefore no worries about marring her off.

Why no daughter, did he refuse to acknowledge his daughter because she was a witch?

The Jerusalem Talmud also shares (Kiddushin 4, 11) that "the best among women practices witchcraft." Avraham's loss. She received the Torah straight away (a kefitzah haderekh) while Avraham's patriarchal line had to wait a several more generations.

Why is this important?

She received Torah straight away, while Avraham's patriarchal line of descendents had to wait several generations to receive it. The "shortening of the way" experienced by the daughter of Avraham is called a kefitzah haderekh. Alternatively, kefitzah haderekh or "shortening of the way" is called a kwisatz haderach.

Kwisatz Haderach" is the name of a prophesied messiah in Frank Herbert's fictional Dune universe. KWISATZ HADERACH: "Shortening of the Way." The origin of Kwisatz Haderach is most likely from the Hebrew language expression Kefitzat Haderech (קפיצת הדרך), which literally means "jumping of the path/road/way", and translates to "the great breakthrough" or "the big advancement." It is also similar in meaning to the Hebrew expression Kitzur Haderech (קיצור הדרך), which literally means "shortening of the path/road/way" and translates to "the short cut."

If Avraham refused to acknowledge his daughter because she is a witch, clearly, it was a big big mistake with cosmic consequences.

Related Entries:

Best Among Women
Bakol & Transmitting The Torah Of Atzilut

Otherworld Mystery Of The Generations

witch alder in autumn

ג' חשון תשס"ת
Phasma Priscus 5

Be careful that you choose for yourselves proper individuals, and they should be members of the society who have been screened. When you come and stand before the door of the Sixth Chamber, show three seals to the guardians of the door. Show two seals to Katzpiel ... [from the text of Heikhalot Rabbati ]

Missing

Three dreams I dreamt of events concerning my purse, which in dreamspeak oftentimes symbolizes one's "identity" and material blessings. I just woke up from the third dream.

Two nights ago I dreamt - among the complexity of moving everbody's office locations around, my purse became missing. I feared it might have been stolen, because I couldn't find it. I and everyone else with me looked for it. Was there a thief among us? The question remained unanswered in the dream.

Last night I had two dreams, waking for a short time between them.

Kaphtziel, Maat's Feather, Found

First of the two, I dreamt I was going to visit another world. I packed my luggage for the trip as did a friend of mine. We went together with a group. Before we went to the station of departure to the Otherworld, we were lodged overnight in hotels. I never saw the hotel(s) where others in the group stayed. I stayed apart from the group in a separate hotel. The hotel I stayed in was exquisite and elegant. The pool area was an elegant garden, like one might find a palace garden to be. The water in the pool was sparkling clear. After resting, I rejoined the group and we continued on our way.

The trip could be fatally dangerous for one not of proper energetic alignment. It was an entirely safe trip if one's energetic structure was made of a nature aligned with that of the World to which we were going. Those of us making the trip were a small select group of people chosen because of our likelihood to survive the trip safely. We had been prepared to make it.

We went up into the skies to get to the Otherworld. We were instructed by the Navigator on how to make the jump. The jump and drop down was a most dangerous time. We were above a boundary over the Otherworld. We had to each drop as individuals through the boundary. It could shatter and tear an unprepared soul apart. Looking down from the station in the sky from which we would "drop" into the Otherworld, I saw a blanket of dense clouds. Suddenly, a path through the clouds for each of us parted and we each jumped out the door of Samhain Sabbat Shabbat.

I dropped, picking up speed and falling very fast in the greater mid portion of my descent after an initial slow fall. As I came nearer to the ground of the Otherworld, my descent steadily slowed, until I landed very gently like a feather upon the receiving station in the Otherworld.

The group gathered there and we were each met by an Otherworldy being who would escort us from the receiving station into the New World. We each gathered our luggage which had also arrived and prepared ourselves to continue on into the New World. I looked around for my purse - I hoped I hadn't lost it. Before continuing on, I searched my luggage for the presence of my purse. Opening one of my large suitcases, there was my purse safely tucked away among my clothes in my suitcase. "Thank God! Thank Goddess!" I said very quietly upon finding my purse, embracing the witch in me. I found it! One among the group of travelers and Otherworldly beings said quietly "sorry Father" after hearing me add "thank Goddess", as if apologizing for me, as if my saying "thank Goddess" had offended the Divine. He meant well, but the apology was unnecessary. The Divine has no problem at all with "thank Goddess." We came together as a group, and turned as one to step into the New World. I woke up.

The second of the two dreams last night had many connected scenes, the last two I remember.

Katzpiel, Attempted Theft

First remembered scene - my magic rug (carpet) was accepted into the game. The players on the playing field took it from me as I held it out to them through the fence behind which the spectators watched the game. They ran with it around the field holding it up like a banner. They ran the entire space of the field with it, as if my magic carpet-banner was casting a spell for our team's victory. After completing the covering run, the players brought my magic carpet-banner back to me, handing it over to me through the fence as it had been given.

Second remembered scene - as a nurse (I don't work as a staff nurse any longer at this point in my real life), I was being sent over from my home unit to help out on another unit. A male doctor observed me walk over to the other unit with my purse. When I arrived at the other unit, a female doctor was sitting at the nurse's station while the regular nurses of the unit were preparing to work their shift. I asked where I could lock up my purse while I helped them out. The nurses pointed to the rows of lockers along the concrete wall. One of the nurses said to me, "you can put your purse in one of the lockers." There were many open and available lockers, but none of them had a lock. The nurses and the female doctor wanted me to put my purse into an unlockable locker and go out onto the floor and work. I wasn't going to do it. "I need somewhere where I can lock up my purse while I work,", I said. I was told there were no locks here for me to use with which to secure my purse. They were "pushy", trying to make me leave my purse unsecured. They rolled their eyes and became agitated with me, trying to make me think I was being paranoid as opposed to being responsible for wanting to secure my purse in unfamiliar and unsecured public surroundings. When I refused to put my purse in an unsecured location, they became subtly but clearly hateful toward me. They were angry that I would not leave my purse where it could be stolen. I knew then that someone there wanted to steal my purse and as a group, were trying to make me feel to be the unreasonable one for expecting to be able to lock up my purse. They also tried to make me feel to be a failure as nurse because of my reluctance to go to work (and help them and the patients out) without first securing my purse while in the public place. I told them I was going back to my home unit to get the lock off my own personal locker because I wasn't going to work there with my purse unsecured as I worked. I turned and walked away with my purse in hand.

I woke up.

Last evening before going to bed on Samhain night, I performed a divination using the Hidden Path. The Triformis card was drawn. Symbolism of this card includes:

The number 3 - corresponding to the three purse dreams, containing for me the trifold message of lost, found and attempted theft of my purse (symbolizing identity of soul and material blessings).

One key in the card hangs from the Goddess's left arm, symbolizing the Core Principle from which all mysteries originate, and the role of the Divine Feminine as gatekeeper to and revealer of the mysteries. The key of the card confirms that the attempted theft of my "identity" was foiled. I have the key and my purse is secure.

The lunar crown of the Goddess, worn upon her forehead in the card, symbolizes the Unified Nature of the Triangle of Manifestation. As such, the crown of the Goddess corresponds to the Worlds of Emanated Manifestation (Atzilut, Beriyah and Yetzirah - including the origin of the Keter/Da'at-Malchut of Assiyah in Ateret Hayesod) and the World of Unified Nature (Kadmon) united in completeness (Unity throughout Multiplicity). Kadmon contains "three general levels of Divine Essence in life." Within the physical vessel of the witch herself rests the Malchut of Malchut, and through her the Malchuyot of all Worlds are United.

I wore one of my crowns and went as the witch that I am to work yesterday for Samhain. It was great fun!

The three purse dreams are the three seals. The two dreams occurring on Samhain, where the second dream of Samhain during the Torah portion of Noah, consists of two remembered scenes (two by two) are the two seals.

The King's Children, Ring Of The Interstellar Ark

The Wild Swans & Princess Elisa from Interstellar Ark in description of the corolla of a vast ring

כ"ב אב התשס"ח
Lughnasadh 23

I am pleased to report the plot (from Wikipedia) of a fairy tale my friend Herbalpagan brought to my attention today called The Wild Swans, about twelve siblings - the holy (whole) witch, wise prophetess Princess Elisa (who foils the dastardly plan of an Evil Witch), and her eleven princely brothers (who foil the dastardly plan of an Evil Archbishop):

In a faraway kingdom, there lives a King with his twelve children: eleven princes and one princess. One day, he decides to remarry. He marries a wicked Queen who is actually a witch. Out of spite, the queen turns her eleven stepsons into swans and forces them to fly away. They carry their fifteen year old sister Elisa to safety in a foreign land where she is out of harms way of her stepmother. There, Elisa labors mutely day and night knitting magic shirts from nettles to help her brothers regain their human shapes, as this is the only way to break the spell their stepmother forced them under. The king of another faraway land happens to come across the mute Elisa and falls in love with her. He grants her a room in the castle where she continues her knitting and eventually crowns her as his Queen and wife. One night Elisa runs out of nettles and is forced to collect more in a graveyard. She is spotted by the evil Archbishop who is looking for an excuse to accuse her of witchcraft. He convinces the King that Elisa is a witch and sentences her to death by burning at the stake. At the place of execution, the swans descend and rescue Elisa. The magic shirts are donned and the brothers return to their human forms. Elisa regains her voice and explains the reason for her mysterious work to the king. Elisa's courage prevails and she is forever reunited with her brothers.

Related information on my mystical Hebrew name (also part of my Craft name) -
Liorah Chanah Elishaba Tsabrah bat Ahuvyah v'Adar
Fire In The Sky

Related entries -
Protective Power Of Unity In Plurality
The Three-Fold Cord At Dawn
The Inverted Seal

Tradition, Daughters Of The Divine

כ"ה סיון התשס"ח
Alban Heruin 26

I dreamt.

I had a baby girl somewhere down the (family) line. Her birth name is Gwenn. Gwenn is a Welsh name meaning blessed. An inner name within her birth name is Susy (סוסי literally means 'my horse' and mystically means to actively project the Creative Evolutionary Power of the Infinite into the finite).

I nursed her in the dark.

Susy has a talent no other human child has - she can dematerialize and rematerialize to teletransport herself from place to place in spacetime like on Star Trek. Only, unlike Star Trek, Susy doesn't need a transporter machine. She can actualize it naturally, at will.

In the dream, Susy teletransported herself between points in the living room, rematerializing against the surface of my right leg. As she did this, I heard Susy in conversation with unheard unseen spiritual beings neither I nor anyone else in the room could see or hear. The language Susy spoke in simple song was Divine, primordial, pristine, exquisitely complex, complete and unknown in the known world. While in my body in the dream I could not understand the Divine words Susy spoke, I intimately recognized the Divine language with which she sang - for I had once clearly spoken it too. I remembered speaking it - I knew it though I didn't understand it in the dream - it was the language I had spoken before I was born, as I was incarnating, in the womb and during the early post-natal period of life. It is also the language of the epiphany, a language of the Witch Ancient of Days.

As Susy was teleporting herself from one place to the other within the living room, a house cat (we don't have a house cat in real life) walked from a third outside point through the line-like area between the two conjoined points of Susy's teleportation in spacetime. A single hair of the house cat was caught in the fuzzy dimensionless void where Susy "existed in interim", but Susy discerned the single hair to be "nonself" while she was still "nothing" and "spit out" the foreign cat-hair before it became incorporated into the material of her own rematerializing body. (The house cat represents some specific magical knowledge or "particular wisdom", that evidently is not "particular" to our manifest "line", thus it was rejected as "foreign" to our "particularity".)

My family was in the living room as Susy was teleporting from one point in the room into the space beside my right leg, and I said to them, "She is communicating in an ancient Divine language to me - remember when I told you about before I was born and that I did this once? Gwenn is doing it too."

I woke up.

Gwenn is my granddaughter, my daughter's daughter. We are children of the Divine Feminine Essence.

This is an example of Traditional Witchcraft and Torah Nistar.

Pesach 5768. Out Of The Broom Closet.

י'א בניסן תשס"ח
Annwyn 12

I openly wore a pentacle at work today.

Later, having dinner this evening with my parents, my father came right out and asked me between bites, "Are you studying to be a witch?"

"Actually, I am, " I said, "I'm a Jewish witch. A kabbalist, a shaman ..."

"What's that?" my father asked regarding the latter descriptor.

"You know ... a mystic ..."

"Oh, you mean, a witch," he said with a small chuckle, then the conversation went on to other topics.

My children have all known for quite some time now that I am a Jewitch. But, I've never actually straight up informed my parents of my interest in combining witchcraft with Judaism.

I am totally out of the broom closet!

I have indeed been liberated this Pesach.

Michael And Me

כ'ג באדר ב' תשס"ח
Raven 24

I dreamt.

Very simply, giants were on the prowl, looking for Michael. But the giants couldn't find him, because Michael came down, safe and sound with me.

I woke up.

וּבָעֵת הַהִיא יַעֲמֹד מִיכָאֵל הַשַּׂר הַגָּדוֹל, הָעֹמֵד עַל-בְּנֵי עַמֶּךָ, וְהָיְתָה עֵת צָרָה, אֲשֶׁר לֹא-נִהְיְתָה מִהְיוֹת גּוֹי עַד הָעֵת הַהִיא; וּבָעֵת הַהִיא יִמָּלֵט עַמְּךָ, כָּל-הַנִּמְצָא כָּתוּב בַּסֵּפֶר.

Aiming High

י'ה באדר ב' תשס"ח
Raven 16

With all the high-sounding posts about messianic consciousness and Divine Awareness, some people may think I'm crazy and would like to knock me off my witchy "high horse". Actually, I'm not crazy, I'm just clearly a sidereal Sagittarius who aims high! I am the witchy high horse I sit on. LOL.




Fundamentals of Sagittarius:

Element: Fire (ש), eternal Source

Quality: Mutable (yechidah), soul of self-sacrifice able to reveal messianic Torah

Ruling Planet: Jupiter (ת), shabbat consciousness

Symbol: Archer & Bow (ס), hishtavut/equinimity and Divine Blessing

Keywords: Adventurous, Enthusiastic, Freedom-Loving, Spontaneous

Cheshbon HaNefesh & The Secrets Of Time

י'ה באדר ב' תשס"ח
Raven 16

At the cusp of the tenth zodiac house, the House of National Soul, rests the zenith of the natal chart known as Midheaven (Medium Coeli, MC). Midheaven, situated above the place of birth, is the superconscious point connecting the incarnating life-force to it's mission goals for the particular lifetime into which it is evolving. In my sidereal natal chart, Midheaven is set in Taurus (Shor).

The mazal of Taurus (corresponding to the power of the letter vav) contains the pristine and rectified spiritual origin of the nefesh soul and brings out into purposeful revelation:

radiance and light
the powers of contemplation, introspection and calculation
natural healing
mastering the secrets of time
the power to connect and interrelate all elements within creation

Thus, the "national" origin of my nefesh is represented by the Hebrew letter vav and my introspective Torah is a radiant, light-filled, healing, masterful, connectively creative vav-Torah.