This week we're going to discuss Left and Right Activation Windows in crystals.
To review what we discussed last week, a Window crystal is a crystal with an extra facet. To determine if you have a window, you count the faces....
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Since Samhain is coming up at the end of the week, I thought I'd share a ritual I wrote for my book, Everyday Witch Book of Rituals (Llewellyn). I hope it inspires you to do a little sabbat magic of your own. As always, with a few alterations, this ritual can be done by an individual instead of a group.
SAMHAIN: Grief and Rejoicing at the New Year...
At a crossroads, I watched a crow had been hit by a car, laid to rest there on one side of the street. Crows descended from the trees, probably a hundred crows. In groups of maybe eight, ten, twelve, they would walk around that individual that was on the ground. And then they would fly off, and over a fifteen, twenty-minute period, eventually all the crows flew off, leaving that corpse of the crow in the road. Tony Angell, Gifts of the Crow: How Perception, Emotion, and Thought Allow Smart Birds to Behave Like Humans
Crows have been yelling at me a lot lately. I'd like to tell you that I can understand what they've been saying, but I don't know. In my experience, it generally means that something is going to happen. Sometimes good, sometimes not good, but more than daily life. If he is feeling generous, Crow may show up in my dreams to elaborate. But he has been silent on the matter, leaving the tiny cousins to chide me. Or praise me? Who knows. I've never had a terribly strong communication connection with the goddesses, ancestors and spirits. My logical brain is quick to tell me that I am just telling myself what I want to hear, so I try to rely on omens, portents, dreams and divination. Sometimes that gives me a clear path, most of the time it doesn't. Sometimes when it's particularly murky, I do as my friend JohnM, the psych guy, suggests and I assign reasons and explanation as it's as good of an answer as any. A very Roman approach to things, but sometimes better than nothing....
Animals who stay to help you after delivering their message are known as “Animals of the Way.” They will travel with you for a part of your life’s journey. Although these animals are not life-long companions, they may stay with you for years. Once they are no longer needed, “Animals of the Way” will leave. As with “Message Animals,” you need to accept them. Of course, find out about who they are and how they live. Enter into conversations with them, and ask how they can help you.
Sometimes you can ask a particular animal for help for temporary aid. But first, figure out whether the animal can work with you. Some animals are better equipped to help with particular problems. For example, Ferret is preferable to Sloth in increasing your physical energy. Moreover, animals that you have a relations with will be more disposed to helping you. Before asking a “strange” animal for assistance, do something to honor them first.
For example, I was grieving over the loss of a family member, and had asked the Manatees to comfort me. Since I assisted in various conservation efforts for manatees, They were more than happy to help. These friendly vegetarians know loss, for They have grieved over their fellow Manatees killed by motor boats. Soft and peaceful, the Manatees were all encompassing in giving their love to me. Through them, I was healed.
The first time I ever encountered the idea that a tattoo could be spiritual was in Tahiti. My wife and I were on our honeymoon. On day two, we were still recovering from our wedding, a long flight into the middle of the Pacific, and a terribly uncomfortable overnight stint in Tahiti’s international airport that included unsuccessful attempts to stretch out and fall asleep on hard plastic armchairs. Worse, we were still reeling from the shock of seeing the local food prices ($50 salad, anyone?).
Anyway, on that second day (after we had split that $50 salad for lunch) we were happy to be driven a cultural center and fire dancing show at the Tiki Village. At the time I had no real appreciation for Polynesian culture or spirituality, but fire dancing sounded cool and I knew they were going to feed us. So, exhausted as we were, we cheerfully got onto that bus and slept our way through the long drive to the other side of the Island of Mo’orea. The siren song of free food called....
When the horns of sunset sound, we gather with unlit candles and lamps in the great mound's forecourt. Between its tall stones, the gateway gapes.
Then he is among us, singing. I am here, I am right here among you. He shines, his antlers shine. We light from his torch and gather around him in a great wheel of fire. We sing.
Shadows slip between us and our song. Three? Nine? One by one, they snuff out our lights.
One by one, until only the god's torch still burns. They converge from all directions then, like silent hounds on a stag. He struggles, but they bring him down and kill his light. He falls. He is dead.