Day with Cassandra

1. My and my dear friend Cassie. (her name is MidNightCassandra on Witchbook) and I
2.Is my drawing of Ace of Pentacles that Cassie painted. (its her picture, not mine)
3.Is me (gumpy me, might I add) and one side of my box for my tarot cards that I painted
4.The other side.
5.My tarot cards with one side of my holder for them . :)

Painted A New box for my tarot cards, I'll put up a picture when I get one. :)

Last Night's Dream

OK, well last night I attempted astral travel to tell someone to email me. I do not know if it worked, and so far it did not. I did feel the lifting sensation but my body always stiffens up and I HAVE to move. I can not help it. Which is a total bummer for attemption at astral travel. ANYWAYS, I did have a dream about flying, though I do not think it was in the astral realm. I was with someone, and we had wings and we were being guarded so me and him ran out our back gate , the guys who were to make sure we did not leave were like "OMG GET THEM!" and I yelled "OMG, LOOK, THE GINGERBREAD MAN!" and pointed. Of course they all looked and we took off. We flew, and had fun. I do not know where we were going but at one point it got dark, and I almost got ran over by a bus, and to not be seen as a human with wings I backed up slowly into the forest. The bus driver was trying to find me by moving the bus so the headlights hit the forest, so I jumped through the bus and kept flying. The end. Fun right, NAH! hahaha

How To Make Your Own Personal Bubble

In the words of my dear friend Sorshakai: close your eyes, and focus on a bubble surrounding you, protecting you from stuff, make it any colour you want, ect. and POOF! bubble.

Abaddon/Apollyon Troubles.

Both of my friends have had "In sights", "visions", dreams, whatever you want to call them of a man, who apparently is really good looking. I cannot remember about the one friends, she told me quite awhile ago. But the other just told me (we just met) and the hot guy with wings was in her dream about an apocalypse. He saved her and said he will protect her, she is the "Holy Princess" and she must live through it. I then searched up demons, because he obviously is one, and found Abaddon, also called Apollyon. Demon of the abyss and..The apocalypse. I first noticed him and sent the link to the first friend, and she does believe it is him. I then asked her if in her "vision" the demon was really hot, and she answered with a yes. I then sent the link to the second friend, and she believes it is the demon too. We just cannot figure out the holy princess things, any suggestions?

P.S: Abaddon is also considered Satan in many religions. I do not believe in Satan, just thought you ought to know. BB

Book

I am writing a book. All by myself. I am proud. I have not actually started the story, though I am working on the story line and everything. All I can say without ruining it is it is about all the good witches in the world, searching for new ones so they can defeat a big threat that has been predicted of an evil force that can destroy them all and take over the world, and only two witches can stop it. They suspect the threat is there greatest enimies, the vampires..So they think. The main charecter is Chelsea Nico, from the Nikolai Coven. She doesn't know it until the witches find her when she moves into New York, NY. She doesn't believe them and stays in school and at home with her father and little sister. But now that she has been "opened up" to magick, her powers come in and they get out of control. Wish me luck on my book! Blessed Be. :)

Morning Walky Has Been Done

Since I have said/wrote a negativity prayer, I am hoping I can get away with writing everything down without bad energy being thown at me. Anyways, I have done the walk/exercise I promised I would do. Here is what I saw, heard, felt, tated and smelled:

I walk out, cold metallic tasting air.
I hear morning birds as they whistle to their companions.
A squirrell high above in a near by tree.
As I hit the corner of the road, the slow steady wind bites my face.
I could hear a chickadee in the distance,
and see the lights f Unicity, still on for the early dawn.
When I step back into the Redfern, the birds fly away.
I see a leaf, trying to exscape the grasp of the newly cut lawn.
All I smell is the chill of the morning.
I see a random stick, poking out of an old garden,
and the long plants in the round pots have wilted.
I hear the clonk of my shoes beneath.
As I walk back into my home, warmth surrounds me.