Offensive Magick.

We talk a lot of Defensive Magick. You are "defending" your home. You are "protecting it".

I want to talk about Offensive magick. As in YOU have the ball and YOU need to keep it.

This delves a bit into the "blacker" side of things. Definitely more the dark gray over light gray.

Lately, on several fronts I have come under attack. Someone I thought was a very good friend of mine decided I wasn't "smart" enough to work in HR. So she decided I should work as a Cashier. I don't really know what her reasoning's were behind this. I know some mistakes were made. Some of them were mine. I fully admit to that. A great many of them were not made by me, but I was blamed for them. So, she decides I should work in the cafeteria as a stock clerk, and a cashier. Knowing full well how crappy my body is. Knowing I have RA, that I cannot lift things like I used to be able to. You bet your ass I am doing it to the best of my ability. However. I cannot deny that my emotional side has been pretty freaking strong and frankly scary at this point in my life.

Next, I learn that in the apartment complex I live in the Managers husband, is threatening to get us thrown out. He doesn't work there. He doesn't have any power there. He has literally no control over anything. Yet my home is being threatened. This has sent me somewhat into a pretty good panic attack.

So, here goes. I on my guard. I have the "Ball" meaning my house, I have control over how I feel. I am now however going to keep everyone who wants to take from me pay for what they are doing. I will no longer sit back, doing the "fluffy bunny" wait for something to happen to them sort of way. I know my Karmic Debt. I know what I have done wrong, I know what I have done right. I know when I have wronged people and I know when I have made sure I have taken care of what needed to be taken care of so they were taken care of. I have helped people move, I've baked cookies and taken food to people who need it. I've given clothes to people. I know I am a good person.

Yes, I know as well when I have been an absolute bitch. I am prepared for any Karmic Debt that will come back to me. Starting right now though. There will be steps taken to make damned sure those people do not fuck with me, or my family any more.

And yes that does include my family who seems to think we are "less than them"
who are "worthless" to them.

That's right. I am calling them out on this.

They will be getting theirs.


I will post more on the rituals I will be doing and everything along those lines later. For now. This is just me, stating my intentions. 

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The Moon

For me the moon is both very easy, and very hard to sit down and write about. My journey with the moon began when I was barely 3 weeks old experiencing my first full moon. From that age, I never really slept during the full moon. I was wide awake. However I first started, on my own, paying attention to the moons cycles was when I was about 12. I read Jean M. Auel's book "The Valley of the Horses". When Ayla talked about noticing that her period always came at a certain time of the moon, I started to wonder if mine did. So, I wrote it down. Imagine my disappointment when with my body being the asshole that it is, my periods would sometimes be 5-6 months apart. There was of course the usual "Oh holy shit, what if I am pregnant" that any 12-16 year old would have. Nope. That wasn't the case. In fact I was in all honesty not very likely to have this happen to me. Ever. 

The moon grows, and shrinks. It has cycles that have been proven to affect human bodies, the tides and all sorts of odd things. I have always had a hard time sleeping during the full moon. Conversely during the dark of the moon, it feels like I can barely stay awake. 

During my teens, I became Mormon. This drew me away from any form of Moon worship. After all there is but One God. How can I be interested in the Moon? Bah. By the time I was 19, I discovered again how delighted I was in the moon, the stars and the like. I began my avid study once more. She welcomed me back like a lost child. I would moon bathe, always more comfortable in the light of the moon than the light of the sun. The sun was "too" bright. Too intense for me. The dark of the moon, while I never can really get past a bed during it, is my favorite time of the month however. 

Hecate chose me long ago. Giving me an affinity with dogs. Even Raging Angry Dogs, just curl up like puppies at my feet. Three Way cross roads are always a hint of mystery to me. I, love to take the road less traveled by. I celebrate of course the full moons. Doing small chargings and the like. It is the dark moons that draw me to wanting to do my deeper Magicks. 

However, I easily start new things, struggle with completing them. Esbats for that reason are difficult. The slow acting ones for me are easy though. Hence why I love and adore the Dark Moon Magick. 

The full moon is great for setting the stage for new things, doing magickal healing on "others" not yourself. Conversely the dark of the moon is for more personal things. Like Personal growth, self healing and the like. 

In my tradition there are 13 moons, each have their name. Beginning in January we have the 

Wolf Moon

Storm moon

Chaste moon

Seed moon

Hare Moon

Dyad Moon

Mead Moon

Wyrt Moon

Barley Moon

Blood moon

Snow Moon, 

Oak Moon

There is also a "floating" Moon. The Blue moon. This happens when there are 2 full moons in a calendar month. BLue moons are the Goal moon. Set slow acting goals on this time. Like...graduating from college, buying a new house. Those sort of things. Record progress moon to moon.

Blessed be. 

Fridr

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and I have no idea what sort of title to put.

I suck. I really do. I haven't been able to sit down and do any form of blog post to save my life lately. It's been a pretty Magickal world for me. It really has. Two people have messaged me asking to get together and study. That to me is holy crap exciting. I cannot really explain it all. Me? I'm not that experienced or anything along those lines. I have no real "skills". I am such a hedgewitch it's not even funny. I get energized when it rains, I soak up sunlight like a lizard, yet never can tan.

The thought of casting a circle gives me a heart attack. I'm not comfortable with how I perform Magick in public. Maybe however it is the Goddess telling me I need to. In fact. I had to be bullied by someone into writing this blog post. I just couldn't focus long enough to be able to do this. How utterly daft is that?

I am, again getting very hedgewitchy. None of this fits in with the "letter" for the pagan blog project which is just annoying. This week I believe is P. Ugh?

Anyway. I wrote, I feel better. I might write again later.

I probably will.

Loves Fridr

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