Mrs. B shares her deep connection to the Hamsa, a symbol of protection and good fortune due to its roots in her Lebanese heritage. She explores the significance of the Hamsa and the evil eye, illustrating how these symbols foster a sense of identity and community. Through personal experiences and cultural practices, she honors her ancestors’ legacy.
Tag: Ancestral Pagan
✨Blessings Beyond Belief: A Message for the Spiritually Unconventional✨
Let’s talk about blessings. Not just the kind you hear about in churches or read about in sacred texts, but the kind that whisper through intuition, that come in waves of warmth, and show up in crystal shops when you least expect it. These are the blessings that invite us to pause and reflect on our…
🌿 The Symbolism of the “Cornflower Blue” Moth 🦋
Whispers on Velvet Wings: A Visit from the Cornflower Blue Moth This morning, as the sun filtered through the trees and the world was just beginning to wake, a cornflower blue moth graced my presence in a way I couldn’t ignore. It visited not just me, but also Freya—my shadow, soul companion, and support dog, who is…
Exploring Ancestry and Magic: The Intersection of Wodin and The Morrígan
Wodin’s Day—often recognized as a day to honor Odin, the Norse Allfather and seeker of wisdom—isn’t just about looking outward to ancient gods for guidance. It’s also about looking inward. It’s a sacred pause in the week to honor our own pursuit of wisdom, the roots that ground us, and the magic that pulses through our bloodlines….
🌩️ Mjölnir Moments: Rooted in Strength
Week One — “Creating Altars or Rituals that Honor Both Thunder and Earth: Thor and Jörð” In this first edition of Mjölnir Moments: Rooted in Strength, we begin with the foundation: creating sacred space that honors the divine balance between Thor, the thunderer, and Jörð, the ancient earth. Altars and rituals don’t have to be elaborate to be powerful —…
Listening to the Spirits: How My Ancestors Called Me Home
There was a time when I thought I was just “imagining things”—a flicker in the corner of my eye, a voice that seemed to speak without a mouth, a whisper of warmth when no one else was in the room. As someone who’s always felt deeply connected to the unseen, I’ve known since I was…
