On Getting Perspective

I’ve recently become reacquainted with Brighid, and found myself mentally calling her Maman Brigitte, without knowing why. Reading this brought tears to my eyes 💕


I don’t have the time to waste in these arguments any longer. I can feel the clouds gathering on the horizon. The storm is coming, and when it does, there will be no time left for pointless arguments and accusations.

From Emma Kathryn

This week I’ve been gently reminded to be careful not to commit cultural appropriation. Twice. In talking about the loa, Papa Legba to be exact, I was told that I should be careful not to appropriate the African gods.

Now let me just make clear that this is not going to be yet another essay describing what is and what is not appropriation, but the whole incident got me thinking. I mean, the advice was offered in good faith, I’m sure it was meant well (and the person giving said advice wasn’t to know I’m an obeah woman, was she now?), and they seemed nice enough in…

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Taking stock

It’s the first full day of my 34th year on this year and I have never felt more conflicted about where I want to be going with my life, and where my life keeps tripping me up.

What lessons am I supposed to be learning?

If I were to base things on how the world itself is going, I’d be sitting in a hole crying my eyes out. And some part of me wants to do just that.

But that’s not a constructive way to spend my energy, so if I can take a few moments for that luxury, then so be it, just get it out of my system and get back to the task at hand.

To use the Existential Kink method, pioneered by Carolyn Elliot, there’s something about this situation that my Shadow absolutely adores and keeps manifesting. She’s figured out how to get her Influence heard over my conscious desires.

Freya teaches difficult lessons and she is a goddess of War. My will is divided, at war with itself. I have a lack of fire in my natal chart, with an abundance of air so everything happens in my head. Getting things from my head to my hands to the world is the hardest part and maintaining it terrifies me.

I know this means it’s something I absolutely OUGHT to be doing. I NEED to do this. I don’t have to like the things, I just have to do them.

It would also help me if the most pressing and important things I could be doing MADE THEMSELVES CLEAR so I know what order to get shit finished.

Why I Meddle – A Case Story

I will never understand humanity’s mad desire to crush and destroy anything that is good and pure. Something that is “too good for this world” is stifled, abused, stepped on, isolated, slandered, and otherwise destroyed for all intents and purposes and to what end?

Why do humans try to destroy that which we should uphold as a beacon of hope, a standard to strive for, so  that we too can achieve this level of wholeness?

Why is history marked with the bravest and wisest people being stoned to death or burned at the stake? Religious institutionalism and political control aside, why do we do this on the small family group or tribal level?

Why is there a scapegoat in the family? Why is there a Meg Griffin main target? Why does a parent single out one child to torture and deprive of basic human kindness?

And when that child refuses to break, when they radiate more light and find someone outside the family who sees them for the wonderful person they are, the parents swoop in and chain the child up. They prevent that child from receiving any kindness at all, lest they get the idea that they are worthy of basic compassion and humanity.

The pattern repeats into adulthood. The parents refuse to aid their child thru horror and trials that would (and have) sent most others into the depths of depression, despair, even suicide. Baseline compassion and empathy is denied them, just contempt and derision. But this shining human being walks thru it all, bent and bowed under the pressure, but never broken. Only once do they snap and hit rock bottom but even then they have an inner core of steel that will bend and sway but not break and they lift themselves back up and carry on.

More and more weight is thrust upon them, lower they bow, but never break. The scars made them tougher, while inside they are still soft and loving. More and more support is sucked away; first by the parent, then by the spouse, then children. Then the spouse turns on them and casts them out, as well as the children created, or else they poison the mind of the children against the parent who did everything in their limited power to protect the children at all costs. Another spouse comes along, promising to be their salvation, but instead they are another sadistic overseer, piling more chains and restrictions, trying to break the shining person’s very Spirit.

This Spirit is the first, last, and only support system the person has ever been able to rely upon. This is the Spirit that others tried to kill, tried to starve, tried to abandon and neglect, tried to poison but nothing they did had any lasting effect. The Spirit was wounded, but healed quickly and grew only stronger in defiance.

Fifty years of this repeating pattern. Fifty years of walking thru the fiery fields of Hell, until they’re familiar and the shining human sees them as normal.

Fifty years.

Until …

Until the shining human makes friends with a witch. A witch who sees the radiance that half a century of shit-flinging couldn’t diminish. A Witch who has born under the Sign of the Scales, with strong ties to Justice and Balance.

No, says the witch. This is very very wrong. This is not in balance. This must be fixed.


Old Time Religion: On American Gods


The following passage from Marx’s Grundrisse could serve as a fairly accurate pitch meeting for American Gods: 

Let us take e.g. the relation of Greek art and then of Shakespeare to the present time. It is well known that Greek mythology is not only the arsenal of Greek art but also its foundation. Is the view of nature and of social relations on which the Greek imagination and hence Greek [mythology] is based possible with self-acting mule spindles and railways and locomotives and electrical telegraphs? What chance has Vulcan against Roberts and Co., Jupiter against the lightning-rod and Hermes against the Crédit Mobilier? All mythology overcomes and dominates and shapes the forces of nature in the imagination and by the imagination; it therefore vanishes with the advent of real mastery over them…

From another side: is Achilles possible with powder and lead? Or the Iliad with the printing press, not…

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Guys, I’m a little beside myself right now, so please, if you can help in any way by spreading this around, I thank you.

On July 7th, our dog, Chico, lost control of his back end while he was jumping up to play. We rushed him to the ER vet, but due to cost concerns, couldn’t afford the suggested MRI to see what was wrong. They gave us painkillers and now we are waiting to meet with a local vet to see what is going on. We suspect it may be Lyme disease, since Chico is a tick magnet, but need X-rays & blood work to find out for certain.

To help pay for tests & treatment, I am offering a special “Tails” From the Tarot price – $10 for a 4 card spread, with illustrated PDF.

Message on FB or email Questions to PVWitchTallah@gmail.com


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Chimnea Magic


I sincerely hope my brother-in-law lets us keep the chimnea he left behind. It’s become one of my most useful & convenient magic tools. Between giving us some lovely outdoor fire-nights, being a stick & leaf disposal unit, and focal point for the yard, this thing is backyard witchcraft at its finest!

Magic Stuff I Have Used The Chimnea For:

  • Smoke cleansing large objects. Light a charcoal block in the belly, add loose incense and pass objects thru smoke out the top without scorching anything.
  • Burning a curse poppet at midnight and gathering the ashes to scatter at a crossroads the next morning before sunrise.
  • Safe place for a free-standing candle to burn down. Wax forms a 3-D shape that can then be read for divination.
  • Disposal of leftover spell elements that I didn’t want hanging around.
  • Being a weirdo in public, with none the wiser.


If you’re lucky enough to score one of these bad girls, I highly endorse using it to it’s magical limits and beyond. Smaller table-top or tea-light versions can be used for excellent spell work as well. You just have to get creative and make sure you know if your unit can handle high temps or not.

Mini-Chimnea Suggested uses

  • Sprinkle loose incense on a tea light to add the energies to it. You may not get smell, but you’ll feel it.
  • If made of heat-proof metal or clay – Use as a charcoal brazier, just add incense.
  • Chime/ free-standing candle burning container.
  • Put sand in the bottom and use for stick incense.
  • Mini-altar for Hearth Deities and House Spirits.

However you utilize a chimnea, the results are nothing short of enchantingly magical. There’s a primal beauty and wonder in a bonfire, but there’s something about a semi-contained source of fire and heat that hits deeper into the heart. It may be that since  chimnea and similar fires are in our more recent cultural memories,  I feel something more ancient than a wood stove or fire place can fully embody.

It’s more magic than a fire pit, but still mundane.
It invites attention, but not enough to invite suspicion.
I can sit in my yard tossing handfuls of herbs on the fire, and if a neighbor asks what’s that smell, I can say with perfect honesty, that the herbs keep mosquitoes away.
And in the winter, no one’s outside b/c it’s too damn cold.

Yeah, I don’t think my brother in law is getting this thing back any time soon.



Faerie Tea Time at the Witch’s House

((The things I do for clients lol))

Many years ago, a Young Princeling gave me an amulet he made out of blood, sweat, tears, clay, and desperate pacts with all manner of beings. Neither of us was entirely sure why he gave it to me, but even after we fell out of communication I kept it safe. It stayed in the glove-box of my car for six years until the car finally died  beyond repair. Honestly, I think it may have saved my life on a few occasions. When I cleaned the car out one last time, I tucked the amulet away and forgot about it.

It recently resurfaced while I was cleaning & re-organizing my witchy workspace.






(Trust me, this is an improvement.)

I’ve been doing some Work with the Princeling and so I sent him a text.

“Dude, remember this?!”

I do but had forgotten about it until now!

He explained in more detail what that amulet was, how it worked, and now we’re experimenting with it as a two-way conduit for me to work spells for him. I sent a Test-Signal and the results were promising. I found a home for it, tucked it away, and then sat back to see what happened.

A spontaneous Summer Solstice Solar Blast had an amazing effect, and he immediately requested another.

Friday was his final interview for a major career opportunity. He called me the night before to request another boost to the amulet, and gave instructions to “call in some favors” on his behalf.

20170623_091604.jpgWhiskey or cream are the traditional offerings for fae-type spirits, but I’m lactose intolerant, and have a pact with the local spirits – NO WHISKEY.

When you live in an area with a thick and well-documented history of atrocities against the original Native American residents, it behooves you to make an effort to live peacefully. It’s easier to know the taboo’s and just not even attempt to go against them. After much negotiation and promises made, I know that the local spirits will allow only Moonshine or Hard Apple Cider. Which suits me fine, b/c those are the only alcoholic things I enjoy drinking.

So I set up an offering out on the outside ledge (ant problem inside) of the Kitchen Window Altar. Bread, West African Honey, Bacon, and a shot glass of moonshine. I then lit the Brigid Cauldron light, and turned Her statue & Cookie Pirate outwards to await the arrival of our ‘guests.’

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At one point, I walked thru the kitchen for a coffee refill and I swear to everything Holy, I saw a blue-grey wolf-grasshopper thing sipping the moonshine with one pinky-claw out like it was a delicate cup of darjeeling tea…
…and that wasn’t even the weirdest thing I saw all day.

“…Okaaaayy,” I said to myself. “Time to go out and weed the garden. This is getting a bit weird even for me.”

Over the next hour, as I was tearing grass and lamb’s quarters out of the lettuce bed, trimming the spearmint that took over the carrot rows, removed as much wood sorrel as I could reach from the pea-trellis forest, and complained to the ants that they need to leave my house and stop eating the roses, a steady stream of other worldly visitors passed through. Some creatures were turned away by the Angels guarding the property, while others skulked around and waited to see if Lady Brigid would wave them in. The ones that allowed me to catch a glimpse were unlike any members of the fae I had ever seen.

There was a troupe of green & brown gnome-like men. They looked nothing like my own cadre of gnome helpers, but stayed in a cluster of arms and heads and legs and brown bowler-hats. When they spoke, it was like gravel crunching and random curse words.

A tall man dressed in an orange-red three-piece suit and matching top hat, with smoke for a face, tipped his hat to me as he sauntered up to the window on his turn.

A beautiful silver child-fairy lady, with sparkling wings and an entourage of Tolkien-esque nursemaid elves spoke in a voice that was like crystal chimes. I have no idea what she said, but the Lady laughed and offered her more ‘honeycake’.

My land spirits were VERY CONFUSED by all this!  I had given them an offering of the same honey & bacon bread, minus the booze, to allow for the traffic through our little corner of land. But they were still very WTFMATE?!?! To pacify them, and to set up a future arrangement for Faerie Tea Parties, I have promised  a daily egg from our chickens, as soon as the girls start laying. Hint, hint, chickens.


As the time of the Princeling’s final interview drew to a close, I went back inside to wash off the dirt and bug spray. Lady Brigid and Cookie Pirate were ‘cleaning’ up the energies from all the visitors as I shuffled to the shower. While in there, I was struck by the sound of crystal-silver bells and a tinkling child voice asked what I would like for a “hostess gift”.  I asked for a plentiful harvest, for the weeds to die back, for the chickens to lay prolific amounts of eggs, and for the ants to leave my house. She laughed again, very amused by my requests, and said all would be done and happily. Then she left.

The Princeling later asked me how it went. He described the ones he expected to show up, and was delighted when I was able to confirm that they did indeed arrive. He seemed particularly interested in the Silver Lady, especially when I described her child-like appearance and the boon she offered as thanks.

It’s now Monday.
The ants have left the kitchen.
My flower garden started to bloom at long last.
The peas are going nuts.
Still no eggs yet, but i heard the neighbor’s chicken clucking as she laid that morning’s egg and told the girls “I wanna hear those noises from you!” Hopefully they take the hint.

Now I’m just waiting to hear from the Princeling.


Results were better than anyone anticipated! His new employers are creating a position just for him that is better than the one he applied for!

We Must Do Better

Today I look at the world and I am ashamed. My grandfathers and great-uncles and distant cousins fought in WWII. Some of them were part of the liberation of the camps. Some of them were lost in the camps. All of them gave up a part of themselves to protect their homeland from the cancerous wave of fascism that was tainting the world with it’s poison.

Today, they are all spinning in their graves.

The ancestor altar has been a grumbling mess for months, and I can’t even bring myself to do more than a cursory dusting and replenish their water goblet. They are PISSED. And on this Memorial Day, their brothers and sisters who are being remembered are even more pissed off.

Today I lit my last Justice Candle (note to self, get a shit-ton more wax) and placed it on a long-running spell jar on the working altar. I called out to the ancestors who were being remembered today; those who fought and died and gave their all to keeping us safe here at home. I asked their forgiveness for our failures. I begged them for aid one last time. I prayed that they could somehow make their presence known to the masses and to help the people here at home one more time.

Our greatest battle is yet to be fought, but the skirmishes are growing and the intensity is rising. We need their help and guidance more than ever. They saw combat, and for many it was the last thing they saw in this life. We need their wisdom and extended world view. We need their courage and strength. We need their kindness and sense of duty to their fellow humans. We need to find the heroes within ourselves and acknowledge the fact that only fists can stop fascists.

The only good Nazi is a dead Nazi. Because they won’t stop even after you’re dead.”

I Perform Love Spells & Lust Spells: Getting Comfortable With An Awkward Proficiency

I”m good at some of the more controversial spells; Curses, Hexes, Banishing, etc. I can get nasty people out of someone’s life quickly, sometimes with a modicum of difficulty, but usually within 3-6 months they’re totally gone and my client can begin the work of rebuilding their life from a better emotional place.

Where I really shine, dubiously enough, is Love & Lust Spell-work. Hooo boy, have I got stories I could tell!
Things I didn’t even realize were spells that worked great! Until they wore off and blew up in my face. Or for other people, who later found out that the person they wanted me to get them wasn’t as hot shit as they had thought. I thought my abusive ex was part of a manifested love spell, which is partly why I stayed with him as long as I did; I asked “make him totally different from what i’m used to”, and he certainly was… A Summer Romance spell manifested for me a lover who came into my life in June and was gone by September.  The sex was great and exactly what I needed to help get my groove back . After that fizzled, I used magic to help me find my Someone Just For Me, and I am now married to that person and the alchemy is perfect. Alchemy, not chemistry  b/c the end result is Gold where there once was Lead. Chemistry is just a bunch of explosions and smoke. (I failed chemistry twice in high school, so that may be a factor.)

And just like Curse-Shaming is a live and well in the pagan communities, so is Love Spell Shaming. When working a manipulative spell to break up a relationship is considered on-par with rape, then I really have a hard time accepting that I”m really freaking good at conjuring up a hot date for someone.


The way I work my spells, there’s always a loophole. IF the target person is not already somewhat attracted to the client, then the spell WON’T WORK. At all. And if the target person is already in a relationship with someone else, I will tell the client in no uncertain terms that no good can come from this. Usually that’s enough to get them to go away, but then I’m killing a potential client-relationship.  To the point where I just don’t even advertise that part of my skill set.

Maybe I should, tho. Maybe I should just get it out there that I know how to use magic to get someone what, or who, they want, for good or for bad. Maybe my trying to save people from the pain and heartache of a lust spell gone too strong is keeping them from learning an important lesson, like I had to learn. I want to help people by saving them from pain and suffering, but that’s pretty much how humans learn to be human.  Anything else is cheating.

“This love spell will get you what you want. Are you SURE this is what you want to do?”
“Yes! I want this person so much!”
“Ok… but don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

Maybe I should get the spell consent in writing.