When I created this blog I did so with the intention of making it a resource for hard to find information related to magic and witchcraft along with an online metaphysical boutique. I also wanted to include this category of my blog posts which I call “My Wanderings”. This is a very special section to me because I will share my personal thoughts and experiences that I hope help you grow spiritually.
I also get gifted with the presence of spirits and supernatural beings in several of my photos. I will share these spiritual pictures here as well. I have photos of fire spirits from a ritual I did to bind a murderous spirit a few years ago that are my favorite out of them all. I will create a post soon and present these collections of photos. I would love to hear your thoughts and images that you see in those pictures.
As a pre-requisite to this post and future Wanderings posts you should visit the about me page from the main menu at the top of the page. It will explain a bit about me and my journey to becoming a shaman.
These are my wanderings my inner conversations expressed in words for others to listen along. These are my experiences some moving, some heart breaking, some frightening and many funny. This is a place I will share my personal gnosis or as I like to call them downloads.
Welcome to my journey with me. I am glad to have you with me along this crooked path.
My first wandering I want to share with you involves an experience I had that profoundly changed me. You see as a person we think that we have felt fear and for that sake love. That’s not true is what I found out one somber night a few years ago. So I was settling in with my current fiancé when we first got together. We were staying at his apartment sleeping on an airbed in the living room.
As we laid together snuggling, my fiancé Trea woke up to go to the bathroom around two or three in the morning. I watched him cross the dark living room and enter the bathroom, closing the door behind him. I closed my eyes to drift back to sleep but was shocked when my entire field of vision turned to white light. I was in this familiar space of expansive limitless white light in all directions. Me and my sister call this “The White Room” when we talk about our visits to this remarkable place.
In this expansive place of light in all directions I saw noone or nothing. It was all empty as far as the eye could see. Just me and for some reason my entire bed where in this place. All of the sudden I see a tall jolly old white man in a white robe pop into my view with a big smile.
This man was about six feet tall and he had a solid white robe on with no shoes on. He was smiling at me without saying a word giving me a big warm reassuring smile. I was like a child basking in the limelight of recieving special attention from my father. I knew this man was my minds representation of God coming to me as Zues.
My favorite part of this person was their ridiculous long curly gray hair with some serious volume. It was large curls and a beautiful silver gray color. Those bouncy gray curls looked like they had just dried after a nice conditioning with horse mane shampoo. All of the sudden he pulled out something from behind his back…..
It was a pulsating purple lightning rod that he now held in his hand in front of me. The mere presence of the bolt was enough to inspire awe in caution in a persons heart. I was thinking he was just showing me his bolts. I didn’t think much about what he was doing at this point. He raised his feet wiggling his toes at me one at a time blowing away one of those luscious curls from his eyesight before bouncing from foot to foot pouncing towards me and hitting me smack dab in the middle of my face with the lightning bolt!
It was the most shocking encounter my soul had experienced in all time. I could feel it as I flew backwards though a tunnel of purple fire then ZIP im laying right back in my spot in the bed. It had only been a few seconds apparently because Trea was just exiting the bathroom. In the dark I laid there experiencing the fear of all fear from the experience I just had. As Trea walked towards the bed the smoke alarm blared three times as if to abruptly tell us goodnight.
This is just one of the many supernatural experiences that I have had over the years since. The night me and my sister saw Archangel Michael is the one I want to talk about next. Now me and my sister are 13 months apart. We are what you call irish twins. I am the younger sibling. This story takes place when we were about five and six years old.
Our father was a lifelong criminal like his father. I am the first generation to break this cycle but anyway….at the time my dad was moving to much weed and to avoid getting police attention he moved frequently. It really hurt as a kid to have your dad living in another home but I digress. We lived with our mother in a nice suburban brick home. One night our father was at our house having one of his trips.
My dad is a seer as well as a former heavy drug user. He may or may not have been intoxicated on this particular night I can’t say. He saw a cloak of eyes on his self as well as me. We were covered in a living blanket of eyeballs and he was seeing it. Now in the spirit I am not sure whats up with the eyeballs but I know this is related to Hermes and has something to do with the cloak of eyes Hermes stole from Argus.
So after seeing these eyeballs all over him and I he freaked out and ran to get a large kitchen knife then racing towards me. I was in my room with my bigger sister comforting me and watching on in immense fear. I remember it but my memory is foggy and I can’t recall being afraid but I am sure I was. Me and my sister, we both were afraid of my dad with the knife. Our mom was fighting him back so he couldn’t cut me and trying to prevent him from cutting his self at the same time when the situation reached a climax.
I remember being in my sisters arms crying when out of nowhere a slim tall man with blond hair with angel wings and glowing with a radiant light stormed in as if he had ran quite some way. The man was obviously an angel and not just any angel but Archangel Michael. He came equipped with his giant shining sword which he unsheathed and raised high above us kids in an act of protection.
After running into our room Archangel Michael was holding my sister by the shoulder, sword extended to the sky as she stared on marveling at how wonderful and powerful his sword was. Right behind Michael was a spirit to comfort me glowing in a pink and yellow plaid short sleeve shirt, aslo glowing with a radiant light. It was our Uncle Curtis who had recently died. He came to me grabbed my foot and gave me a gentle smile that made me feel safe. I was so safe in fact I immediately drifted off to sleep as he held my little foot smiling. We all communicated telepathically and I could hear and feel him sending me the message that I was ok and he wouldn’t let anyone or anything hurt me.
I wonder if he is still with me as a guide. Thank you Uncle Curtis for shielding me that night. Thank you for coming to us when we were distressed. Thank you Archangel Michael. Thank you for the same reasons.
So yea I have some interesting stories and I am excited to share them as this sight grows. I want to close this post with a final wandering. This story goes back to when I was staying at Air BnBs and hotels after me and my first husband separated. I had a house that I frequently stayed at not far from my Aunt’s families house. I stayed here frequently.
Each night when I stayed at the house I heard gunshots out of the window beside my bed. Every night there would be multiple gunshots and so I asked the lady I was renting from about her experiences with the neighbor and asked if she knew about the gun shots every night. She sighed and told me she knew all about it. This was an on going problem.
Each night the neighbor would threaten his wife in an act of domestic violence and abuse. The shots I would hear each night were him shooting at her to scare her as he physically and mentally abused this woman living with him. The next few nights it made more sense as I could hear muffled screams from the couple among the gun shots.
On my last night for that particular stay at the house I wanted to do something to help the woman and punish the abuser. I had had enough and was quite frankly fed up and pissed off. I was a beginner at Witchcraft still at this point but had dived in pretty deep at this point and had a fairly reliable knowledge of witchcraft. I knew enough to try to blend my intent to help her and punish him into a spell and execute said spell.
I blended a few ingredients into a simple powder and programmed my intentions into the powder. To execute I stormed to the fence line without crossing into his yard and took a deep breathe blowing the power as hard as I possibly could aiming at his front door.
When I had done all of that I noticed two large white dogs laying asleep at the mans door rose up quickly and in a panic immediately after I blew the dust that way. The dogs ran up to me in a panic whimpering as if to say oh no what did you just do, oh no. I was scared but didnt run and I let the large dogs run up to me with their complaints and whimpering over what I had just blown at their owners door.
I let everything settle and do its thing after that, moving on with my life and my attention. I left that next day and stayed the next few weeks at other places. I forgot all about the magic I had done and ended up staying at the house again.
Its weeks later and when I arrive back at the house to stay the week I settled in with my belongings and chit chatted with the lady who I rented from. At the house next door there was a large gathering with many people cramped into the small house and yard. There was food and lots of people. Me and the home owner thought little of it and parted ways, her casually exiting out of the front door. Me and her had talked about the magic I did on my last day but at this point I didn’t think I had helped.
About 30 seconds after exiting the front door swung open with an excited woman bursting through the door proclaiming guess what?!?! I said I didn’t know and what?
She informed me that the party next door was a funeral repass. A large gathering to comfort the each other after a death in the family and funeral. You see the man had finally decided to take his woman’s life the night I blew that spell at him. He concocted a psycho plan to shoot her in the chest killing her instantly and then shooting him self in the leg so he could claim he killed her in self defense. In truth she had no access to any gun. So that night he didn’t just shoot at her to scare her, he aimed to kill.
He shot her in the chest and his self in the leg as planned that night when a twist of fate stepped into the situation. I believe my spell was the catalyst for what happened next. The bullet to the chest missed the woman’s heart and all vital organs and arteries and stuff. It was a miracle shot that she could and would quickly recover from.
At the same time the injury the man sustained on his leg from the gun shots had hit a major artery in the leg. Blood loss was rapid and there was no way he could stop the blood fast enough until he succumbed to his injuries and died right there at the scene of his planned execution of his partner. he died she survived and not only that, I didn’t hear no more gunshots and spent an amazing week at the property before heading on one of my other adventure.
That is all for this entry of my wanderings. I hope you found my stories to be entertaining. Feel free to leave your comments below I would love to hear what you guys and gals think of my posts. Until next time, take care.
Ase