Intuition and the dark part of the year

Autumn is here and what a joy to welcome the season of gathering all that we sowed and reflecting on the gifts within and without. The season of the Earth element it is raw and authentic; deeply grounding. It defines the boundaries clearly and speaks via the voice of intuition, magic, ritual fires and Earth spells. It is the time of year when magic begins to stir inside of me and intuition sharpens like at no other time of the year for me. I feel The Crone waking up and moving slowly amidst the forest contemplating and planning her work for the forthcoming months of darkness. She is born again in order to protect, survey the land and keep the fires of consciousness burning within. It is the time of creativity and intuition is rich in its messages pointing me in directions with clear guidance. I begin to write again with renewed passion and a sense of knowing exactly what to do and how. This time is precious.

I do not perform spells often but it is in autumn the work intensifies for me purely because the intuitive knowing is so sharpened and intentional it is easier to navigate. I work with leaves, branches, berries, rain and wind. Soil that I turn slightly in my garden plot is prepared for hibernation. Nourishment of the body and soul is focused now through food and intentional reading and learning. I become sharp in awareness and hungry for life again after a summer of hibernation for me. In Autumn I begin to wake up and with that intuitive magic comes alive.

Check out my book Intuitive Magic Practice for simple Earth element spells and so much more on intuition and how to create, work with and enjoy your own unique magical practice.

Blessed Mabon!

Flower magic

This morning is all about zooming in on simplicity and seeking things beyond seemingly simple, which are intricate and complex.

Flower magic done intuitively is the perfect abundance magic. It is especially potent between now and the 19th August. Seize that opportunity, but only if you are called. Remember – intuitive work is a flow and not a prescription.

Flower work is very simple and utterly beautiful. It is the work of the heart, ‘sweetness’ in your life and elegance of having things in order.

Check what’s calling you – an image, a colour, a smell, a location (by a river, up on a hill or in a forest) and enjoy spell-weaving in nature.

Check out my book on the practice of intuitive magic that includes examples of simple yet powerful workings.

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Working magic in nature

Nature is perfectly aligned for magic making. Simple and effective.

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Intuition is honed sharply when amidst the elements due to all senses being awake and it leads you exactly to what you wish to bring into being. Stones, branches, twigs, moss, leaves, plants, feathers and flowers can be used when weaving spells.


For this time of year with Lammas spells for abundance are particularly called for with harvest coming in. The energy is up till the 19th August.

My book on Intuitive Magic Practice describes the simple practice of nature spellcraft (link above)

Breakdown

A wild something screams out of the flesh, released for all to see
The fear, horror, hopelessness 
With only one desire – not to exist


The uncontrollable despair comparable only to deep dark sorrow
Once you experience sorrow, someone said, the depth is done, for it is sorrow that defines the darkest of darkness
How does one continue after such exposure, sorrow repeated over and over?


But it continues… how, I don’t know
What saves one?
Logic, sense, love, meaning of some sort; all the things that can not be grasped at in moments of being stripped of all flesh 


But it subsides, comes back into itself beaten, broken and bare yet somewhat whole
Pierced with holes and stained with blood of a battle just passed
But living, catching breath, continuing 


I heard a whisper between sobs and spiky mess of the ravaged mind
‘Keep looking out’
For I was surrounded by mountains on one side and by a forest of the other
Keep looking, seeing, let it be in elemental presence
Oh how I tried to see with no vision and feel through the cracks of broken flesh. I tried yet failed


Another day came and the whisper persisted
‘Keep trying,’ it said and like a mother the vast landscape filled with light opened its arms 
To which it drew me in embrace 
And I was home again
The fog lifted off my senses as mist released the water off its hold
Revealing space, an openness, hope, a chance to take flight again, to take another breath