Simple Blessing Spell and Drawing a Line in the Spiritual Sand

~Three Times Blessed~

Be blessed.

Be blessed.

Be truly blessed.

By these triple words.

By this triple touch.

Be blessed by the Goddess.

By growth.

By fulness

By the dark and by the light.

By Maiden, Mother and Crone.

Be blessed.

Be blessed.

Be three times blessed.

By the threefold Goddess be blessed.

 

I used this recently. Let me recount why. I have recently renewed a friendship from high school so we have been texting and talking on the phone quite a bit lately. In one of our conversations, she confided to me that her sister’s husband had touched all three of her girls sexually. He was trying to rape them, but they are all such strong girls that they knew what he was doing was wrong and shoved him off. Then they told their parents. Not surprisingly, their dad wanted to take the man out into the bayou and feed him to the alligators. Their mother, my friend, even though she is very protective of her children, forgave him when they had a conversation about it. She knows that pedophilia is a sickness of the mind and spirit so she was willing to forgive him, but made it very clear that he was NOT to do it again. Well, that same night, he tried again. He is now no longer welcome around them and he never comes around. Honestly, I was very surprised that they didn’t press charges and I told her as much. She told me that since her daughters were so young at the time that she didn’t want them to have to go through the pain of a trial and having to recount their experiences over and over ad nauseum. While I can understand that, I told her that someday he would go on to molest other girls and that he probably had a long list of girls he has already molested and who’s mother’s felt exactly the same way she did about their children and that is why he was out and able to abuse hers.

Since I am living in a house that she and her husband own and her family lives in the same town I do, I asked her how likely I was to get a visit from her sister’s husband. She responded that they actually live a couple of hours away and don’t come here normally unless there is a special occasion. Well, I got a visit last week from this sister who brought along her daughter who is about the same age as my daughter. My first thought was, “Oh God, he has probably already gotten to her.” As a survivor of sexual abuse, I am aware that I have a knee-jerk reaction to any hint of sexual abuse so I tried to reign that in. During the time they were here, I watched her and knew fairly quickly that she was at least partially autistic. She tip-toe walks; she can’t sit still for more than a few minutes at a time; she doesn’t speak much; and has absolutely no impulse control. I realize that she’s only three and impulse control is somewhat touch and go at that age, but what I’m talking about is that she came in my house and literally dragged nearly everything I have out from every single room. I couldn’t sit down to talk with her mother for more than five minutes at a time for having to follow her around and pick up after her or keep her from hurting herself. Her mother didn’t seem to have a problem with any of this. She looked at me like she pitied me.

At one point during their time here, I had settled the two girls in my bedroom on my bed watching a Disney animated movie. My daughter suddenly comes out and says, “Mommy, A— is naked.” I went into my bedroom to find her nude except for her shirt laying on my bed. When I asked her why she said she was “ready to take a nap”. This really disturbed me not only because it seemed so normal for her to do, but also because her mother seemed yet again to have absolutely no problem with this behavior. Again, I realize she’s only three and that three year olds love to be naked. My daughter does, but for her to JUST take off her shorts and panties and get in my bed like it was a matter of course worried me. I was going to speak with her mother about it, but I didn’t have time. Right after this incident, her mother packed her up and left.

I cried myself to sleep that night. I didn’t have any proof, but my gut instinct was telling me that that little girl was living a miserable life. Not only is she ONLY three years old AND autistic, but her father was most likely molesting her already at such a tender age. My mind went down a very long list of possible mental disorders (thank you Abnormal Psych) and my heart ached because I knew that the love she felt was twisted and warped. The next day, with a swollen face and still thinking about the incident, I prayed and prayed about it. Then a cried some more. This time not because I was sad, but because I was angry. I was angry with her dad first for what I was thinking he had done to her and secondly, I was angry with her mother for seemingly being the enabler.

I searched online to find a spell to bless and protect her. I found this one and some others that I liked among which I really like this one which draws a very strong line in the spiritual sand saying “if you do thusandsuch this will happen”. Also, it has a “bounce back” feature that I like so that in case he does more harm to her it will come back to him in spades. I will post it here for y’all just in case someone feels the need to use it. The last three sentences I changed to fit my own situation. The original one had the f-bomb in it, which I don’t like to use in spells.

Warning Spell

Blood turn black and flesh turn blue.

I will curse you if you force me to.

By the left hand and the unclean food.

I will curse your lies.

I will call down a plague of flies.

Blood go black and flesh go blue.

Evil from A— and back to you.

Her soul clean and yours on fire.

You touch her and you will get burned, liar.

 

I normally don’t advocate using spells like this since it is rather dark and threatens a curse, but in cases like this where the perpetrator is unrepentant, I feel that justice needs to be served. I recommend doing this in the middle of a salt circle or cast a circle and a pentacle with your wand/finger. This is what I did. I don’t have an actual wand, so I cast the circle and pentagram with my finger and visualized them strongly so that I could see them before my physical eyes. After that I focused all of my anger, rage and hurt into the words of the spell and thought about A—-‘s father and herself. Basically, I put all my energy and emotion into it, which is necessary for any spell to be effective. I also visualized a white translucent light around A— to protect her and a thick, golden, braided rope coming from her crown chakra up to the heavens to connect her with The Source and then I visualized thick tree roots coming from her feet and growing way down into the earth and wrapping themselves around the center of it to ground her. I have also added her to my daily prayers right after I pray for myself and my own daughter.

I thought about reporting this to DHS, but I have no actual proof of wrongdoing and I am living in a house that belongs to my friend who is her sister. I don’t know how she would take it if I reported him to DHS. I don’t plan on being her long so the first thing I do when I move will be to call and at least report him so that the paperwork will be on his record.

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Dream of Waking To See A Broken Christmas Tree In My Bed

Last night, I dreamt that I was in my bed asleep with my daughter.  I saw everything in my room as it normally is with every detail. I woke up and looked to my right (my daughter sleeps to the right of me) and saw her asleep. I saw the window by the bed and then my gaze drifted down from there to see that there had been one of those little fake Christmas trees sitting on my bed. I wondered how it had gotten on the bed and then noticed that all of the branches had fallen off and were laying on the bed in disarray. The root was still intact, however, and sitting in the stand.

I have been trying to research on the internet what this dream might mean, but I haven’t been able to find anything so far. There isn’t much on dreaming about Christmas trees.

Black and White, Metal Teeth, Vultures, Cats and Several Wars- Dreams

Last night, I had three dreams that I remember.

In the first one, I was with my daughter in a room with a small, rectangular window at the bottom of the wall near the floor. We both laid down on our tummies on the floor to look through the window. It was just large enough to get your arm through. What we saw on the other side were at first some kittens and then some larger cats. My daughter was the first to reach through the window to try and pet the cats. I reached through then and petted a cat that was black and white striped. The cat seemed to like the attention for a minute and then turned it’s face to me and I saw a sneer and then it tried to bite me. I pulled my daughter’s hand back through the window so she wouldn’t get bitten. I then noticed that all the cats didn’t have the regular looking cat teeth. There were lots of little pointed teeth and they looked like they were made of metal. They were very tiny like the size of needles. My daughter and I then got up off the floor. I picked her up and tried to get out of the room, but it was full of her toys and I kept tripping on them trying to get to the door. I never made it out of that room, though I did get close to the door.

The second dream I had is a bit less clear. I remember first there was a factory with some people working in it who felt as if they were slaves. I saw it from the outside and there were what looked like storage silos in a circle formation sitting on top of huge supporting beams. Like the ones that support water towers. It seems that they were making beer or something similar. I think someone told me that the storage tanks held humans and that they humans were slowly disintegrated within the storage tanks above and put into the beer.

The next thing I remember is the storage tanks being lifted off by something that looked like helicopters only a lot larger. I looked up to see the storage tanks suspended in the air by these huge flying machines and the liquid that was in them was spilling out all over everything below. There were also all kinds of carrion birds flocking around the suspended tanks and sitting on them.  They were also flocking down below on the ground wherever the liquid had pooled. In particular, I remember seeing a flock of huge vultures sitting all over the top of one of the suspended storage tanks. They didn’t appear to be eating anything, but they seemed to be waiting for something. One vulture was significantly larger than the others. It was black and white and was staring at me.

In the next dream I remember there was a war. It seemed that this war had been going on for generations. Always a force from another dimension would invade and conquer the people in this world I saw. At first, they came from the water. Some looked naked and some looked frozen. The second invasion came from some people who claimed to be a family, but were really some weird kind of incestuous cult. Finally, there was a redheaded woman who came over from the other side to speak with my father about mounting a final offensive so that the city would not be taken again. My father was hesitant to follow her advice, but she was a general from the next army that was about to invade. The dream ended before I knew if he took her advice. I do, however remember that there were some human sacrifices. I saw some women hanging naked and upside down from trees with their long hair swaying. I remember people running amok in the city and that there was cannibalism. This is all I remember of this dream.

Daily Card Draw: Three of Swords

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This card shows someone who has been pierced through the heart or feels like they have been. This person feels very alone and may feel betrayed.  This person feels grief and heartbreak, loneliness, isolation and separation. This person feels abandoned by the world and like their fragile emotional state has been torn asunder.

However, this weeping of the heart may be a necessary cleansing. It encourages to let the weeping come and drain away all of the black blood from the wounded heart to be purified and then lift up the wings to fly once again.

I am never more astounded than I am right now of how accurately the cards can tell what is going on in my heart and mind. I wept while in prayer this morning. I feel that my choices in this world are diminishing. I feel that as much as I try to provide for my daughter and myself that I will always be frustrated in my attempts to give us a better life. I am again feeling like I am trying to shove a square peg into a round hole. I have no idea which way I’m supposed to go. I don’t know if I should forge ahead like I normally do or if I should just rest and let the universe show me the way. I can’t sleep. My stomach is torn up every day. Yet, my daughter is the only person who brings me back from the brink of nothingness. Mercury goes out of retrograde today, so maybe tomorrow will be better.

Daily Card Draw: Ten of Wands

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This card is the Ten of Wands and features a Dryad (a tree spirit) holding up the weight of a small village. She doesn’t have to, yet she supports them of her own free will. She does it willingly. Her wands are burning low and she may be looking for that source of strength and light which will get her through the present darkness. She is struggling to find that center of creativity and nourishment and feels overwhelmed at times.

I am waiting to hear about whether or not a company I interviewed with last week will hire me. It would be a very good job and would mean a big move. I think it would be a great change for us. So, I’m worried about that and sort of wandering in darkness until I hear one way or the other. I am groping around trying to find some way to keep myself positive while I wait in this frozen-ness.

I will try aligning my chakras today and doing some mediation and visualization to keep my positive energies going. Yesterday, I smudged my entire apartment and noticed a difference in the atmosphere around me immediately. It seemed that even the wood in the walls relaxed. The light coming in through the windows seemed to get softer and yet brighter simultaneously. Finally, and this is the most important thing, my daughter stopped being so fearful of every shadow she saw.

Love and Light ya’ll!