Warrior Meditation

I used this meditation on the new moon. I wrote it in my ritual space and then shared it with my friends in circle. Feel free to use it in your rituals, I just ask that if you are sharing or posting about it then please credit my blog.

Set up your sacred space in whatever manner works best for you. We placed scarves over our heads and everyone got comfortable on the ground. Pause where you need to in the meditation to give more time for each step.

Feel yourself relax into the floor. Visualize roots coming out of your body and working their way deep into the earth. Let your roots reach down to the core of mama earth. Feel her dark, moist, energy. Pull some of that up into your body, let it soak into your skin and fill you with cool earth energy.

Reach up to the sky and find the warm, bright sky energy. Send branches up from your body and connect with the sky. Pull some of that warm, light energy down into your body. Let it soak into your skin and fill you.

Swirl the earth and sky energy around in your body. You are connected above and below.

Now that you are full of that energy, visualize yourself in your safe place. You are comfortable there, you are safe. Relax into your space.

After a short while a guide appears in front of you. This guide may be a person, an animal, some sort of other being. You know you are safe with them. They are here to help you on your journey.

They lead you out into the darkness. The darkness turns into a path and it leads you through a forest. You can hear the quiet sounds of birds and the wind. Even though it is dark, your guide is able to help you down the path without issue.

The path leads you out of the trees and onto a beach. The sky is dark above you, and the lake is large. The water softly laps at the shoreline. With no moon out the stars twinkling above are the only light.

Your guide gently pulls you down the beach and you follow. Ahead you see a large bonfire. You head towards it and sit down in the cool sand in the ring of light. The flames are bright and warm and the crackling fire is soothing. You breathe deeply and relax.

A small table appears next to you and on it are many jars and bottles. Each one holds a different colored powder or creamy paint. Your guide pulls a mirror out and holds it up for you. You gaze at your reflection and your guide whispers to you “It is time to prepare” They explain to you that this is face paint. Warrior paint. You reach for a bottle and you open it. Your fingers seem to know what to do and they dip in and begin to paint your symbols on your face.

The symbols you put on your skin are yours. Your power symbols that remind you of the warrior within. Your guide speaks to you as you prepare and may warn you of challenges upcoming, or give advice on how to handle a situation. You listen and paint. As your fingers glide over your skin you know you are strong. You are fierce, powerful and beautiful. You are a warrior and you can do anything.

You finish up and stare at your reflection. Memorize your symbols. They are sacred to you. The paint on your skin begins to soak in and vanish from sight. You know it is there. When you need it you can call it out. You know that no matter what comes you have the strength, the power, the abilities to do whatever you  need to do.  You can handle anything.

Your guide nods and tucks the mirror away. You stand, stretch and feel the power within you. The fire begins to die down and dim. Your guide leads you back to the water’s edge and you stare out over the dark water. Once again you think of your symbols and feel them under your skin. Filled with your strength and power you turn and head back to the path.

Your guide leads you through the forest and back to your safe space. You pause there to reflect and prepare yourself to come back to the world.

Slowly, you begin to send the extra sky energy back up through the branches to the heavens. You feel the light energy gently work its way up from your body to where it came from. Slowly, you send the earth energy down to the center of the earth through your roots. As you send the energy up to the sky and down to the earth you become more aware of your body. You feel the ground beneath you, you feel your breath, you can hear the noises of the room you are in. Gently you become more present, coming back to this realm. With each breath you become more aware.

When you feel fully in your body, stretch lightly and then open your eyes. Sit up slowly and process your thoughts. When you feel ready, stand up and stretch.




Growing and working

Work on building my tradition is going well. We’re getting together in a few weeks to go over the things I have written and to do some brainstorming. I’m excited about the changes we are making and the direction we are starting to head in. It is good to feel creative.

I’m dusting off things I haven’t worked on in some time, finding new books and new techniques to try and I am interested to see what I build. I’ve always enjoyed the structure of traditional Wicca and so I am mirroring things I love about that, but also pausing and thinking of all the times in ritual I went “Why don’t we do this” and changing what needs to be changed. I’m thankful I have the background I do from my previous tradition and also thankful I have the flexibility to grow

I had plans to do a bunch of things last night for the dark moon, but…. life. So instead I spent some time meditating and then pulled a few tarot cards. The World, The Moon and the Ace of Disks/Pentacles. I think it is a pretty positive grouping. I also took some time to do the LBRP and cleanse the space.

Once I was in bed I jumped to the Astral and will have to sort out the images I saw there.

I’ve been re-working the 101 course and editing my teaching notes on top of the tradition work. I’ve also been planning out esbats and I hope to have us all scheduled up soon. The month has been a busy one, but I am enjoying the energy.

My 101 class will start on June 8th and will run for 6 weeks. I’m excited to have a few students and I am feeling more in control this time around. My last 101 class was a bit wibbly with scheduling conflicts and bad weather. I’ve decided going forward I will only run my 101 class in the late spring/early summer to help with some of the issues I’ve had in the past. I’ve learned as well that I can’t plan to do things around the start of term. There is too much happening at work to have extra energy.

I hope you all had a chance to enjoy the night and started what you needed to start. .

Dream: Holy swords and Holy Ground

This is a dream/astral post, full of the randomness that my brain puts together at night.

I was in a room. The walls were white and there was no furniture. The floor was wood of some sort. I was surrounded by a few people. A man, whose face I never saw, another girl, who was on the floor, and a woman. She had long dark hair, was dressed in a blouse and pencil skirt and in her hands was a box.

The box began to shake and out of it came a long purple tentacle. The girl on the floor whimpered and I backed up into a wall. The woman told me if I closed my eyes and didn’t fight it wouldn’t be so bad. Thankfully my dream self blacked out once I closed my eyes.

When I awoke I was sitting on a couch. The woman was next to me and two men were on the other end. On the table in front of us was a laptop and several thick notepads. I knew some sort of legal thing was going on, I think I was trying to fight for my right to be free. The woman laughed and I knew that whatever was going on I had lost. Back to the room I was taken.

I left my body for a moment and hovered above. My body fell to its knees and I held my hands up. I was praying. Praying so amazingly hard. There were two men in the room with me and as I watched the air above my hands began to shimmer and a sword began to form. I snapped my spirit back into my body and with a sure movement stood and sliced the men in half.

I stood there for a moment with the Holy sword in my hands. It had a name and I knew it. Out the door I ran. I paused in the hall for just a moment and glanced at the other locked door. I knew there were other girls trapped, but I also knew I had to get free or I couldn’t save them.

The hallway had dark wood walls, a dark floor and a black iron banister. I can see the detail of it, the metal twisted and delicate. It was beautiful. I jumped over it and ran down the stairs. I could see a man at the bottom, he looked up in surprise and I let my sword slice into him. I then grabbed a chair and threw it through the window, then jumped out after it. The courtyard was stone and there were several black cars parked there.

I got in one and began to drive. The streets were narrow, the buildings tall and old-looking. Many were made of stone. I knew the car could be tracked so I set the cruise control and then rolled out the passenger door. The car rolled onwards down the street and I looked over at an ancient church.

I ran up the steps and into the giant doors. I ended up in the basement and several people were down there. I asked them if this was a real church with Sanctuary. One of them pointed at an area where the dirt was different looking. “That is the original holy ground” he told me.

I ran for it like it would save my life. The patch of dirt was darker and covered in flower petals. An old brick wall was there and I leaned against it. I knew they would come for me and I knew these other people would die. I held my sword up and then let the blade sink into the ground. They came, as I knew they would, and the people died. They stood around the semi-circle of holy ground and stared at me.

“You can’t touch me here” I told her. She was angry, whatever thing she had put in me had been purged when my body hit the holy spot. Her minions couldn’t get to me, they burned up as soon as they touched the dirt.

She came at me, her skin burning and blistering. She backed away screaming. I picked up a handful of the dirt and threw it at her face. I watched some of it sail into her mouth and she began to twist and shriek.

At this point I actually woke up for a moment, wrote this all down and fell back asleep. And right back into it.

Now though I wasn’t alone. A priest was with me and there was an altar in front of us. He was praying with me and I knew he had somehow hit the button to call for help. It was like the silent alarm at the bank, a special force would come. And they did. Once they had everyone pinned I pulled my sword out of the dirt, held it up and walked over to her.

She lay on the ground, burned, angry and defeated. I sliced her in half. She was hollow inside, and where her heart was supposed to be was the tentacle monster. I slammed my sword into it and sliced it to bits.

I felt like some sort of Holy Crusader. I had achieved my victory.

After that the dreams shifted to normal dreams. Dreams that I can’t remember, dreams that didn’t stand out. I woke up and all the details were still there. Vivid and amazingly clear. As my husband says I do have some crazy dreams. Its interesting though that all the violence happened, but I just knew it was happening, I didn’t actually see it. I knew the men were cut in half, but I didn’t see it. At the end though I did watch her burn. That I saw. That was vivid.