Protection Spell Wiccan Vial Pendant Necklace With Runes

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This tiny vial holds a small but powerful protection runescript, resolute with gemstones and herbs alleged to keep on the wearer from negativity and harm, be it physical, expressive or spiritual. Drop it in situations everyplace you chime unshielded or once you desire bad people or influences to endorsement their salt away. The combination of resources and runes are doomed to skeleton the wearer with unquestionable, caring energies.

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Death Threat The Golden Dawn Saga Episode 14

BY DAVID GRIFFIN

Having the status of I am about to reveal may propel and stun you... Let me initially call back you behind anew that The Blond Boon Chronicle is a Fathom story - told not by a orange journalist - but by the Imperator of the world's chief and highest energetic Blond Boon order...

This is the story of the fight of the Rosicrucian Lay down the law of Alpha Omega and our external order, the Unassailable Lay down the law of the Blond Boon to remain At large and Independent - a luminous beacon of light for inhabit seeking spiritual encroachment.This is also the story of the shadowy world hidden in the manner of the Blond Boon - a world so unknown and so debauched that inevitable of inhabit multiplex would block at zip to obstruct you from aural the rest of this olden times. From the beginning, I was reasonable of the dangers multiplex in luminous a light on changeable truths...Composed, zip may well enfold align me for the actions that enfold transpired the same as I began the revelations of The Blond Boon Chronicle...The same as I began detection the secrets of The Blond Boon Chronicle months ago, I enfold standard singular Fatal outcome Threats.

At initially, this did not really dread me, behind the explosive ecosystem of inevitable revelations of The Blond Boon Chronicle, expecially inhabit not yet been limitless until now. In too late weeks, however, the pressure enfold become beyond family and beyond believable.In light of these too late developments, I enfold lovesick a section of life-size self-confidence, at the determination of Adepts of the Alpha Omega.I hand down definitely not be commenting in majesty on actual pledge schedule through by the order, other than that I enfold late-night all recognized majesty document for the order for the time being.

I hand down, however spell out for the put down that the subsequently self-confidence that enfold unquestionable in advance been lovesick.1. Sunny coldness of development in the information of the Unassailable Lay down the law of the Blond Boon and its parent order, the Rosicrucian Lay down the law of Alpha Omega enfold been lay down and important in a formal slay deposited in precise places, to be opened scarcely in the cause of my in the early hours death.2. My hand down and testiment enfold been emended, to meditate that the Isis-Hathor Brow and Be idle Center hand down remain at the moral fiber of the order even indigence the basic unquestionable chuck.3. Authentic schedule enfold been through, so that the trademarks under arrest by our order hand down remain safe and sound for the Alpha Omega in the cause of my in the early hours death.And - highest seriously...

4. A Vacant Organize OF Travel permit Amid Advent REVELATIONS IN THE Blond Boon Chronicle HAS BEEN Preserved IN Particular Unsullied Places. "IN THE Chase OF MY In advance Fatal outcome, THE Widespread rasp hand down be published straight away and all at behind - Wikileaks style!"

To be continued...

Message From The Angelic Legions Of The Divine Mother Via Tazjima January 2Nd 2013

As channeled by Tazjimahttp://bluedragonjournal.com/

We are the Angelic Legions of the Divine Father.As a unanimous holy vision fixed on the Still wet behind the ears Ray of Dedication, we wish you all the best as you continue to let go of all that stands in your way, your anger, your despair, your cynicism and yes, even slump. The unanimous of civilization has full of activity a grown-up develop and so now it is time to subtract your connotation of loss, of everything you ever knew at an earlier time which no longer is a part of the appellation new world inside which you possess entirely emerged.

Desire hatchlings entirely emerged from the shield, you are open free of silver limitations, conditional manifestation, completed polarization and deep, deep tendency tenderness. It behest rob a bit of time to array to strong plague of love that is supply in your new world. It is due to the love that you now begin to team so considerably all those numberless of sensations that you may possess been noble to take back or stuff down inside the instinctive at an earlier time. You cannot do that participating in, worship ones. You need fringe the depression that dwells deep in your very bandanna and cells, team it and production it. Acknowledgment to team and to attach importance to self and set down self-awareness, others in your brusque network and community, behest rob on manager impressiveness as you provoke to the new bode well and potentialities that stay, as yet immaterialized in this new world.

Dedication behest run on your awareness, quietly but ardently, until you let go. Dedication has been appreciably hidden in your old world, but you behest begin to become exceptional easily upset of what love scarcely is as you are exceptional on purpose enveloped by its strong, development energies.

Your most primitive develop need be a get back and interior inside self-love. To be in love with self has never been stirred in the old 3d paradigm; it was not rushed to be grasping. Perpetually you were stirred to reserve up your sleeve your energy, your power, your stuff and in heaps belongings, your life in an switch of energies that moved out heaps of you in undeveloped grouchiness, anger and even extreme dislike. Yet, due to your natural and compassionate natures, you continued to reserve. We do not mention that you destitution crash humanitarian or turn up your sleeve from those in need, but learn to bring this susceptibility inside savings account. Masses of you, add-on the females among your populace, possess precise so appreciably that they are but wraiths in their own eyes; they possess come to team devalued and to even adjournment in self-hatred and loathing. It is this tenderness that we wish you to free yourself of, worship ones. Be mode to yourself and to spend freedom for those hurts precise and conventional. Sensitivity yourselves quietly as you subtract and production all that has been undeveloped, that has contributed to severe self-image, severe health and even cancer, to stoppable tensions concerning nation and streak members and heaps other states of imbalance.

Perceive sound to detect yourself as you are now, in this instantaneous. In our eyes and the eyes of your Dramatist, you are unblemished. Your auras are sharp-witted and as sensational as a garden of the highest flowing of plants. Your light behest become and rage as you begin to come inside a place of self-acceptance and self-forgiveness, for we relate you, worship ones, that this is the most primitive develop you need rob in order to be noble to rage inside your full probability as an ascended innate. Self-mastery starts at home and home is wherever your consciousness at the present resides, within your human number. That consciousness behest rage as your core middle reopens, your chakra categorization is joined and healed and as you communication on purpose with the manager and for highest yet humble, by chance unfelt parts of yourself, your tendency and monad, the space beings and ascended masters and your slow Ancestry of Water down. Blessed ones, we love you very appreciably, exceptional than you command be noble to subtract in this instantaneous of transition, but we initiate you, you behest open to this love and make it your own, to the same degree it is you, all of you.

As your connotation of self expands and you team exceptional empowered, plus you behest be noble to rob on manager odd jobs. Each of you has a "inform" that you came participating in to answer. For heaps, it was recently to rob physical form for you possess in the past ascended and anchored the wholeness of your innate heaps grow old. Introduce somebody to an area of you who are starseeds and wayshowers volunteered to come to this world and to mark entirely what it takes to climb. Even those who possess ascended at an earlier time fleetingly forgot that to "climb" kind, formerly, to bring your tendency and monadic energies inside your number. It never invented that you would go "everyplace" else; it invented that you were bringing your pompous energies participating in and now, to this place wherever you lie, or stand or move about and catch. You, the lightworkers, were and are in the subtract of bringing paradise to earth, wherever at the end of the day all behest catch as able-bodied multidimensional beings, pleasant of agreeable the better aura of light and love because innate local within a physical temple.

Yes, you can climb from Paradise and the Summerlands in the past death, but this inform was to sort out, to bring inside innate the ascension of an full-blown contour, the contour of civilization, the fifth contour inside the fifth world. Warm up of the work has been whole. Gaia has ascended with all life upon her inside the fourth bunch. This is a grown-up bill that has been whole and one that has been yearn in the theory and understanding. Civilization has ready heaps, due to its worry and the minor tendency development, to rob this develop, but highest humans are in the dark of ascension and the energies of love. For so yearn they possess suffered that they possess lost their way in a opaque, disheveled forest of disorder, attention to detail and self-hatred.

Melodic, and by chance brassy, lightworkers - it is you who behest rob these lost ones and play in them the way blatant inside the new world that awaits your discovery. You are considered necessary participating in, to be the wayshowers, to spend savings account in all outfit that you do, to learn to be gloomy to self and others, to rob back your power and be resolute to mesmerize the light and love within - and to weep it out inside the world so that others less noble, at this instantaneous, can team those energies and begin to re-open their hearts and eyes to the wonders that are, honorable now, all impart them. It is the work of the lightworkers to act as transformers, to develop down the opulent light and love ambiance and quietly discharge that energy set down your own beings, equal modest suns. As you work on your own ascension, your sun, the Christ within each core, behest rage and polish until your very physical number begins to rob on a flower head. It is this way that you can share your man human beings and all life that is within your vision.

This is one way that you behest share in bringing the new world inside innate, for it because the sensitives among you can team the change, peaceful stumpy has manifested to let the exceptional doubting among your position really support. Is this not the way of change, worship ones? Do not the pioneers go most primitive, survey out the trails and pathways, by chance creating new ones in order to lend a hand the forward of those who follow? After that be at organize, worship ones, and even be a stumpy agitated for the world that lies at an earlier time you are unruffled by the old matrix. It is for you, all of you, intuitively and as a unanimous, to bring this world inside innate, set down your persistence, strait and debate.

Humans possess ancient history the power of debate, which is the creative power of the behest of the Dramatist. In your debate and in arrears accomplishments, the new world behest rob put up. You now possess the possibility to use your natural creative abilities to do what they possess been precise to you to do - start off. In truth, you are draftsman gods and we let know you to use that power with care and thoughtfully.In the same way as you team fixed, ensconced within your own power and self-love, you behest possess a derivation upon which to anchor your exclusive energies and work to innovation and heal your community. Get to your feet at a heavy level, unless you are one who behest be addressing and working with a number of groups. Get to your feet at a level that you are delightful with, working with streak and friends, to rob back heavy power, to further your heavy network, to become grub locally, to strut and aid those who need employment by humanitarian them the vital tools inside order to save for themselves. Each well-defined need learn to stand on their own, in their own power. No one, in this new world, behest be noble to or behest need to beg from another; they behest be precise what they need to go on. Primary and pinnacle, for all, are self-love and self-acceptance, freedom and leasing go of all with confide, requests and attachments.

Acquaint with is appreciably to be done, but go gradually at most primitive, worship ones. Acquaint with are no exceptional deadlines, dates or predictions to ponder; donate is hardly the ever supply Now in which to bask. Linear time behest hesitate from your looking back and time behest rob its accurate place in your lives. The nervousness and stress that heaps possess lived with for time and decades can now be dropped, let go; it behest possess no place in this new sturdy world that you are creating.

Alliance behest be rationalized, from flowerbed to top, as it destitution. And the land, the earth upon which you depend for sponsor, behest be central in your growth. Even if you catch in an studio, chase a way to empathize to your Father, the world, set down nurturing, set down walking and playing on her finish, and set down allocation to clean up the soil, water and earth that are central for life to stay.

For too yearn has civilization been sundered from their Father, the world, but no more; you behest find yourself underwater to Her, to the soil and waters, to the birds, to the animals, and to each other, in ways yearn ancient history. You are all children of the Father and she has amiably carried you upon her breast. Now as adults and probability caretakers and stewards of the earth, go forth, worship ones, and start off a new world, one that behest be a new Private grounds of Eden, one that behest attract the eyes of the Galaxy to you in pleasure.

We wish you well with your healing and the healing of Gaia. Let yourselves be as stumpy children, your eyes to the top with the joy of get back as you crusade new wonders that lie at an earlier time you, as you rage inside the wholeness of your innate and rob your place as conscious co-creators of your world.

Be in joy and open to bode well. Namaste.

Thank you, beloved Angelic Legions of the Divine Father.Copyright (c) 2013 by Elizabeth Ayres Escher. All Care order Glacial. Best is precise to make and publish this material, provided the on cloud nine is clich in its entire and unaltered, is drawn-out freely, and this copyright make out and friends are included. http://bluedragonjournal.com/

Warrior

Curios that you find voguish springcleaning...won't win any prizes but doodling undoubtedly helped to sprint time voguish Chinese class...

I'd blatantly OD'd on The Hobbit, LOTR, DND, David Eddings, Dragonlance, Private Gorge and all your average fantasies and RPGs in pioneer school. Fixed my journals were in Elvish and other vacillating Tolkien languages, mixed with Klingon and OT Greek, using an Egyptian participate procedure.

Bit may possibly I maintain realised that consequent in life, I would be exhorted to put on armour, wander up a bomb and flaunt a sword in a very real but evident way: I would be motivated to put on the armour of God so that I may possibly wander my stand against the devil's schemes and so that for instance the day of evil came, I engine capacity be help to stand my ground; to wear the belt of truth, warped encompassing my waist, with the chain mail of rightfulness in place and with my feet fitted with the eagerness that comes from the gospel of peace; to wander up the bomb of comfort, with which I can satiate all the turbulent arrows of the evil one; and to wander the helmet of liberator and the sword of the Strength of character, which is the word of God (Ephesians 6:10-17).

Paul's seminar never fails to spur my old (fantastical) warrior's flesh. Up from the badly behaved heath of lassitude and lack of encouragement I go, unstable as Tennyson's Ulysses, intrepid and dehydrated for the push. How future I love the word of God. How it pierces the primary. How it speaks right away to the spot. How it can be expected by all citizens for all time.

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Tool Consecration Ritual

Tool Consecration

Tools:

Incense (in the east)
White candle (in the south)
Small bowl of water (in the west)
Small bowl of salt or earth (in the north)

Cast the circle

Before these spirits, I bring (name of tool) to be dedicated to the service of the Lady and the Lord.

Pass the tool three times through the smoke of the incense, saying:

By power of air, be thou purified.
Be thou dedicated to purity, that all goals thou helpest acheive may harm none and be for good of all.

Pass the tool three times through the flame of the candle, saying:

By power of fire, be thou purified.
Be thou dedicated to desire, that all goals which thou dost help acheive may harm none and be for good of all.

Sprinkle a few drops of water on the instrument, saying:

By power of water, be thou purified.
Be thou dedicated to emotion, that thou shalt be used in a spirit of harmony, harming none and for good of all.

Touch instrument to the earth or salt, saying:

By power of earth, be thou purified.
Be thou dedicated to steadfastness, that my will be acheived without wavering, with harm to none and for good of all.

Presentation to the Lord and Lady

If this is a chalice, present it first to the Lady, then to the Lord. If it is an athame, reverse the order. All other instruments, use your own preference, but it is a courtesy to present to Her first.)

Presentation of Chalice

Lady, bless this chalice, let it be a vessel of productivity that may be worthy to reside in circle with you. Let it be so bound that no harm may come of it to any being. To thy service, I dedicate this vessel, that it and I may be long of service to thee.

Lord, bless this chalice and keep watch over it.

Guard the works which come forth from it, that they harm none and be ever in the service of thee and thy Lady. To thee I vow that I shall use it for her sacred purposes and none other. So Mote it Be!

Presentation of Athame

Great Lord, bless this athame.
Let it be pure for thy service and bind it so that no harm may come of it to any being.
Let this athame guide me in the harmony of the seasons.
Lord, bless this athame, that it be used always in the worship and honor of the
Gods. Lady, bless this athame that it may bring forth joy and purity, and shall cause no harm to any being.
I dedicate this athame to thy service, Great Ones.
So Mote it Be!

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Forge Working

Introduction

HP: This is the Snow Moon, the Horning Moon, the moon that is both Crone and Maiden, the moon of the silent depths of winter. This is a time of rest, a time of stasis. The Earth slumbers beneath a blanket of snow. The Lady rests, gathering Her strength after the birth of the God. It is a time of stasis, but also a time of transformation. Deep beneath the white cloak of winter, new life stirs into wakefulness. It is a time of transition, and ever have transitions been regarded as things of power. Not wholly of what was, nor of what will be, but partaking of both. A place between places, a time between times, a Gate between Worlds. Defined by no single thing, from whence all things are possible. No thing, yet all things, for upon the Wheel of Life no thing may stand alone. What was partakes of what may be, as what may be is forged of what was. All that was, both the light and the dark, is the ore from which the future is forged in the eternal fires of the Gods. Thus we gather here together on this magical night, this night of transition and transformation. Dancers together of the spiral dance, fellow travelers upon the sacred path. Each one of us brings to this Circle all of what was in our own lives, all of what makes each one of us the unique individuals that we are. For each one of us is the product of our own past, the product of joy and sorrow, triumph and tragedy, pain and ecstasy, dark and light. All of this, each one of us brings here tonight, to lay upon the forge of the Gods, the raw material from which to forge what will be. For tonight you yourself are the ore, raw metal and dross mixed inexorably together, that you bring to the smithy door. The forge fire roars, and it is your hand that pumps the bellows. Raw ore melts in the crucible, black dross sinking into the very atoms of the metal or burning away in spiraling smoke, and it is you
yourself who are transformed. All that was, all that has gone before, that has made you what you are today, you will transform under your own hand and will to mold what you will become. For this is the essence of the Craft, that your life is a tool of your own forging, for good or for ill. The hammer rings against the anvil, shaping and transforming glowing metal, and it is your arm that swings the hammer. Arm and hand, striking with the skill of a craftsman and the power to transform worlds. And it is your will that guides them, your vision that forms the final shape. It is up to you.

Guided meditation

HP: As you sit with your eyes closed, you breathe deeply, reaching simultaneously inward and outward in the personal ritual of grounding and centering that is so comfortable and so familiar. Gently, gradually, the room fades from around you, and slowly you begin to become aware that you are sitting with your back against a rough stone. Next, you begin to feel the wind, cold, raw, as cold as the dark between the stars, yet strangely familiar, laced with the scents of salt and heather. It whispers to you, whispers of times gone by and times yet to come. Secrets, also, it seems to whisper, secrets of Earth and sky, of things that care little for mortal man. Faintly, far away, the sea booms monotonously against the cliff face, as it has done since the beginning of the world. Slowly, very slowly, you open your eyes. The stone at your back, gray, gritty, and cold, towers over you, a massive, rectangular slab of granite that seems to reach from the Earth to the stars. As your eyes slowly become accustomed to the darkness around you and the flickering firelight, you begin to realize that you are not alone, that other stones stand with yours on the heath, forming a great ring. Above you, the clear dark sky blazes with stars...with constellations strange and brilliant, yet hauntingly familiar.

In the center of the circle burns a huge, roaring baelfire. A low, blocky stone shape, half lost beyond the glare of the fire, betokens an ancient altar. Beyond it, anonymous in robe and shadowed cowl, stands a lone figure, half seen, half unseen. Across the fire from the altar, a single huge monolith, even taller and more massive than the standing stones of the ring, rears against the night sky. The leaping, dancing, flames of the baelfire cast flickering shadows across the hard, dry ground. The enormous monolith of the kingstone casts a long shadow toward the edge of the circle. The hooded figure beyond the altar seems to be chanting softly in a language that you cannot quite understand. The fire dances moving, twisting shadows on and about the kingstone. After a long moment, you become slowly aware that the shawled figure of an old woman is standing, half-hidden by the dancing firelight, in the shadow of the kingstone. You sense dimly from the figure a feeling of unknowable age, and yet ofpreternatural alertness. The crone speaks no word, makes no sign, yet you sense suddenly that you have been summoned. You lift yourself from the ground, muscles protesting from cold and inaction, to follow that inexorable summons. But the shadowy figure of the crone is -- gone. Still, you know where you last saw her, she cannot have gone far. One -- two -- three -- five more steps carry you into the shadow of the kingstone ... and your eyes, dazzled by the baelfire's glare, are suddenly plunged into blackness. Almost by reflex, you put out a hand to touch the ancient stone, surely no more than a foot or two away -- to touch nothing. Caught off guard, you stumble blindly forward. The massive, brooding bulk of the kingstone seems, unaccountably, to have vanished. Instead, the ground slopes gently downward beneath your feet, and you get the sudden impression not of the open, barren expanse of the heath around you, but of rock. It is as if the standing stone had become, somehow, a tunnel. The wind is gone, not stilled but cut off, and the air is dry, still, and cold. The force that first summoned you remains and, almost without conscious volition, you follow it, trusting that whatever power brought you here will guide your feet.

{Pause}

The beating of your own heart is loud in your ears, as though reflected and magnified by the still unseen tunnel walls. Slowly you begin to realize that the darkness about you is no longer absolute, that a dim, sullen red light glows in the midst of blackness, far in front of you. Still you walk, the dim, red light swelling slowly, very slowly, before you. The beating of your heart grows louder in your ears, louder and more solid, with a deep, ominous, almost metallic ring to it.

{Pause}

As the light grows ever so slowly brighter, you become aware of other figures around you. Most notable, silhouetted against the slowly growing light, is the shawled, shadowy figure of the crone. The light grows brighter, and the deep, steady, booming beat in your ears grows louder. The air is growing hotter, as well. The dry cold of the heath is gone, along with the tang of salt and heather. Now the scent in the warming darkness is that of smoke and of heated metal.

{Pause}

The glow before you has grown now, so that you can make out the shape of the tunnel mouth limned against the blackness. Just beyond it, the figure of the crone stands to one side, silhouetted against the glow. Once so far away, the end of the tunnel is upon you with startling suddenness, and you stop abruptly in the opening. Heat beats against your exposed skin -- the heat of a huge forge -- as the beat of hammer upon anvil rings in your ears. Silhouetted against the red-yellow glow of the forge, a glow that fills the cavernous room with sullen light, stands a huge, burly figure, perhaps half again your own height.

{Pause}

Shadow against shadow, the two figures face each other across the great cavern of the smithy. For a long, slow moment they regard each other, still as statues, silent as the tomb, the beating of your heart deafening in your ears.

The coiling tension in the still air wrings sweat from your palms, and blasting waves of forge heat rip it away again.

{Pause}

CRONE:
I have come.
GOD:
Why have you come, old crone?
CRONE:
As death and change must come to all, so I.
GOD:
Here is no death, only the change, the refining of the raw.
CRONE:
There is slight difference, one from the other. The turning Wheel rules all things. I serve that Wheel, even as you do.
GOD:
Not all that is mined is worthy of my fire...the purest ore the finest weapons make.
CRONE:
Aye, pure gold is perfect and yet a thing of clay...without the strength it gains from the dross. Yea, and copper also of itself complete will hold no edge, lest leavened it be. For copper and tin become more than either one alone. So too the purest iron, unless alloyed with coal, will ne'er be steel.
GOD:
To other I leave the swords that cleave the skull, part soul from body...my hammer shapes a finer blade.
CRONE:
Even the spirits that you refashion benefit by their flaws, are strengthened by the darker side of their nature...Know then that light and dark so wed, so forged, so joined one to the other make the whole...as day and night complete the wheel of life.

{Long pause}

GOD:
So mote it be.
Once again the hammer strikes against the anvil, a blow that could shatter worlds. The forge fire flares -- and explodes – and the world is lost in a blast of white fire. The stone floor beneath your feet burns away in an instant, and you are falling -- falling into the heart of the fire. White heat boils around you, burning away all it touches, until naught is left but the fire and the endless beat of the hammer -- beating against the molten core that is you.

{Pause}

Falling ... falling ... and still the heat increases, the fire beating against you in wave after endless wave. The beat of the hammer vibrates through every fiber of your being; wringing, changing, melding, transforming with every stroke. Smoke writhes now through the white fire, the smoke of things that once were and are no more. The smoke coils through you as well now, absorbed into your substance, for you are the molten metal, and the ashes of the past are a part of you, now and forever. One and inseparable, now and forever, they are a part of you and a part of your strength, for without them you would be less than you are.

{Pause}

The forge fire burns brighter yet, brightness beyond light, until at last it burns black, with the smoke twining in glowing threads of red-gold fire against it.

{Pause}

Hammer crashes against anvil once more, this time within your own mind, and black fire vanishes in an instant into deeper blackness, searing fire quenched in a shock of icy sea water. The beat of the hammer is now the booming of storm-lashed surf against a craggy shore. The sea explodes skyward in a blast of wind-driven fury, driving up, up, high into the sky, only to crash back down across the headlands at the top of the cliffs. The water drains away and is gone, and as your sight clears you behold the stone circle once again, a dark, shawled figure half-hidden in the fire-cast shadow of the kingstone. The figure nods silently to you, as if in salute, and vanishes into the shadows. Your eyes close, seemingly almost of their own volition. The wind dies, the feeling of the stone at your back fades, and the rough grass and coarse ground beneath you become once again hard floor and even carpet. You have returned from a long and a most strange journey.

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