Things are popping and shifting, magick and miracles are afoot. I dream and wake into this day of Jupiter, an important day for personal reasons, with an Angelic Wake-up call… allow me to lay out how Spirit just moved through this Piscean Witch’s life…
Last night our coven met for waxing moon esbat, in a beautiful ceremony led by our Cauldronkeeper–our gatekeeper of water. We are in Pisces and his watery guidance was just the right balm for the weary mind.
8 of Swords
This Pisces, our coven’s yearly tarot guidance has us working through the guidance of the 8 of swords tarot card…as a warning against the destructive nature of baneful over-thinking.
Thoth Tarot: 8 of swords, Interference: Tree of Life: Hod, the realm of intellect and thought; Jupiter in Gemini; worry from overthinking; difficulty in making a choice; tendency to overanalyze; of uncontrolled and unproductive thoughts, brooding, confusion.
Through a meditation–much like a hypnosis–we installed some new “mental software” to give us the tools we need to put the brakes on the racing mind in panic that can sometimes happen. It was a very productive mental construct.
Then we each held the space to empower individual workings, creating visualized constructs that were personal to each of us. I dedicated a new quartz crystal necklace to be an amplifier of my dedication to finish writing this book manuscript and the Will and inspiration to see it through to publication. I specifically asked the guidance of Hermes to guide that Work, as this whole witchcraft writing gig has been his big idea from the beginning, Hail Hermes!
Today, March 9th, is also the 10th anniversary of my mother’s cerebral hemorrhage that tragically cut her life short. I called on her as an ancestor guide–like a guardian Spirit of my family, and asked her aid in a personal matter. “I remember,” I said to her. “Help our lost and hurting loved one remember, too….”
I love this coven, the experience of 11 witches flowing in from the mundanity of our our lives, waters merging in our temple room. Deep running waters, sharing our most profound experiences honestly and openly as easily as “how do you do?” We engaged in The Work of magick, impromptu, because we just know what to do after all this time at the crossroads together. I laughed; I cried; It was perfect cap to my birthday celebrations.
Oh, and there was birthday cake…for me! Such magick to have so many powerful magi to support me, to sing blessings to my name, and seal the deal by blowing out the candles. Then we went out for dinner and drinks at a local restaurant. I went home and to my bed a happy, satisfied witch.
The Dreaming Race
Then the dreams came, fast and furious, tossing and turning and running a race to catch some wrong doer…the dreams were a quest through chaos to establish order, to save something or someone, I can’t quite remember the specifics, but I remember the adrenaline, the mystery, the picking a part the details like a detective to discover some truth. I think it was set at a ComicCon, which is funny as I’ve never attended one before.
When the alarm went off this morning I was in the thick of the chase, hitting snooze to continue the dream…just needing a few more minutes to solve the case… BEEP, Snooze, toss, chase, reveal…. BEEP, snooze, turn, chase, GOTCHA!... BEEP, Snooze, wake, stretch, the sun is streaming in and the cats want their breakfast, telling me of their impatience by picking at the carpet. This time I lay there in a mid-waking run-down of the day before me, and the night’s adventures behind me. That is when I hear this mad clicking.
Click, click, click….its like a metronome beating away in racing pace, allegro. To full waking now, I hunt down this most agitated clicking.
11:11 Wake Up–My Angels are Calling
Its coming from the old-school digital alarm clock, long neglected since I’ve had an iPhone to wake me. I keep it solely for the large red glowing numbers that I can see clearly when I wake up in the night…the click is the buzz of flashing electronic pulses…and it is pulsing like its possessed, flashing 11:11…11:11…11:11…11:11…11:11…
This is what this clock is for…angel number messages! I sit up, take the clock in my hand like an old friend who is screaming for help… Great Ones! 11:11 I hear you…I am listening.
I feel the surging pulse of electricity through the little clock, as it sputters with a weird hiccup flash into 11:12 and then stops flashing, stops clicking…resuming its regular silent sentry behavior.
I grab for my iPhone to quickly google this number’s spiritual message, as I regularly do.
And what to my wondering eyes should appear? The actual time is 10:49 am.
Wow, guys. You really went out of your way this time…thanks.
If you continually see the numbers 11, 111, or 1111, there’s a reason. The most common way that angels communicate with humans is through the universal languages of numbers and music.
The ancient Greek philosopher Pythagoras was the first to establish that numbers hold vibrational properties. He taught that the entire universe is mathematically precise…
So, Angel Numbers are a shorthand code between you and your angels. In the case of 1’s, they represent the post of an energy gateway. The more 1s you see, the stronger the path is.
In practical terms, this means that your thoughts are going through a cycle where they are manifesting instantly into form. You think it, and boom! It happens. When these cycles occur, it’s extra important to keep your thoughts focused upon your desires, and to stay positive. Otherwise, your fears may manifest instantly.
1, 11, 111, and 1111 in Angel Numbers all mean: “Keep your thoughts positive, because your thoughts are manifesting instantly into form. Focus only upon your desires and not upon your fears.”
I don’t know who best to credit for this timely message…my Mama? Hermes? Angels who’s names have not yet been revealed? But I will not over-think it–no 8 of swords for me! I do have this handy new bit of mental software to employ, so I instantly drop into magickal mindset, visualize that racing car of thoughts, steer it where I want to go, hit the brakes and park the car.
Through the windshield I see in perfect manifestation all that my Imbolc dedication set out to accomplish this year; I reinforce that birthday cake wish; I see that lost loved one and my Mama in Divine conversation until all are healed; I see the previously baneful interference of thoughts that have dogged me recently made clear and resolved for all of us.
As I will, it is so. So Mote it be!
This is one example of how witchcraft plays out in my life. Today, I hold open all judgements on what it might ultimately mean and will open myself to possibility as the season unfolds into Ostara and I switch gears into the airy lessons of wonderment.
Happy Day of Jupiter, my lovelies– may your Thursday be just as abundantly blessed.