• Get ready for Scorpio Season

    Oh boy! Happy almost Halloween everyone! Are you ready for scorpio season? This time of year just seems to bring mysteries and mystical things to the forefront, doesn't it? Samhain, Fet Ghede, Dias de la Meurtos-all of the events focus on our deepest ancestral core, guidance from beyond the veil and things that remind us that we too will join our passed on loved ones some day.

    Astrologically, Samhain corresponds to the point where the planet Mercury is at 15degrees scorpio, which generally occurs about November 7th. In the Northern hemisphere, we also turn our clocks back one hour and the nights become longer.

    I hope everyone is enjoying the magical mysteries of this beautiful season. Ayibobo! 

  • Scary!

    Hey all, 

    So yes it is October and Halloween and maybe I should be watching a slew of horror movies but recently I started rewatching the X Files. That show is alot creepier than I remember from years ago!

    I think what makes that show creepier is the element of the unknown and the doubt it leaves in the viewer's mind.

    It kind if reminds me of our dear clients when you tell me spellwork is scary to you because it is all new. It's unknown! If you're reading this I just hope you'll remember that magic was new to all of us once! And the unknown can be scary… But it can also be wonderful.

    I remember reading in Mambo Sam’s guidelines long ago when I first began my journey that "The mysteries of true magic are many."

    And folks… They ARE. They really REALLY are. I think one of the best  assets of magic is that it does reveal truth…reality. Sometimes scary, sometimes fantastic but ALWAYS something that gets you where you need to fo. To steal yet another quote from my beloved X Files.. The truth is out there.

    In Service

    Khouzhan Morgan

  • Those vicious villains!

    So… Today I ran across a meme on social media that said something like why were we taught to be afraid of witches and not the people who burned them alive?. And it got me thinking about how percwption really does inform reality.

    I used to be that girl that took everything very VERY personally. If I didn't hear back from someone before my anxiety got the best of me, I quite literally thought that person was mad at me. That I had transgressed our rekationship in some unknown way…and their silence was my punishment.

    If someone was rude to me, I automatically assumed it hd something to do with me.

    Add to my inherent anxiety a history of emotional trauma from yesteryear and it was a perfect storm of me frantically trying to out out non existing fires. 

    And then…something miraculous happened. I went blind. Not all the way blind, but blind enough to be legally blind. Suddenly, I was having to leave my job, I could no longer drive a car, and I was bombarded with medical appointments hoping my sight could  be saved via corneal transplant. 

    Serious health issues were all consuming. Loved ones would text me, or ask me to go out and I would miss their messages or sometimes I was just too exhausted or overwhelmed to answer rhem, letalone have a conversation or go out to socialize. 

    It was then that I realized how much I had panicked for no reason when my chipper phone message didn't get an immediate call back, or someone did not seem to want to hang out with me. I was on the other end of the spectrum, and finally, I understood. 

    There were some people I should have apologized to that I did or could not apologize to. But that's ok. Now that I know better, I do better. It's very VERY rarely about me when someone doesn't react to me the way I would like. I am just not that important… Really no one is! My suffering was a blessing because it gave me compassion. We are all just doing the best we can in a world that is stressful, unfair, and sometimes, just damn overwhelming. 

    So, the villains in my story are few and far between now. Instead, I see a struggling employee, an overwhelmed mom, a depressed individual with social anxiety. I see the why and how and I just feel love and compassion for them. 

    In Service, 

    Khouzhan Morgan

     

     

     

  • Halloween stones

    So all this orange and black and purple all over the place has me thinking of some crystals I'd like to have out (or wear) for the Halloween season.

    I have recently been drawn to shungite-a black stone of Russian origin that can help with EMF and other kinds of environmental pollutants.

    I have an apache tear stone that was very helpful to me in helping to process grief. I think I may put that up on my ancestral altar.

    Another black stone I always have out is obsidian, as it is very protective against negativity. I have 2 large amethyst geodes that are always on display to keep my home free of negativity as well.

    Then again, if I am going to wear a stone, I might choose a piece of jet. It is surprisingly lightweight and not only wards off bad but brings in the good!

    Besides whatever current Spellmaker charm I am currently wearing, depwnding upon what is going on in my life-these black stones not only are in season but can also do a world of good.

    Just my thoughts tonight. 🙂

    In Service,

    Khouzhan Morgan

  • Happy October

    Hello everyone and I hooe this finds everyone having a Happy, spooky October. This mercury retrograde had me  in its clutches for a bit and I ended up not able to blog for a bit! But as always, my mind is filled with lots of crazy little tidbits!

    Autumn is my favorite season by far. And it got me thinking about how  many little details i pick up on, like a smiling jack-o-lanteen, a pot of crimson mums, or even an inconspicous beech leaf that has turned a golden shade of yellow and wandered on the breeze onto my back porch.

    So… I realized that in the fall these details delight me BECAUSE I take the time to notice them. Because I love fall. And so I think I am going to make it my mission in the dead of winter instead of complaining to LOOK for some little bit of beauty, some tiny detail of happy…and try to continue it all year long.

    Just my thoughts for today 🙂

    In service,

    Khouzhan Morgan

  • Papa and pineapples-our Voudou Veve’ workshop

    So recently Sister Bridget held a voodoo veve'workshop. If you have the time, I would highly recommend attending the next one!

    In the workshop we took an in depth look at the veve', or voodoo symbol of Papa Alegba!

    As you may know, Papa is our gatekeeper to the spiritual realm. I heard lots of really cool observations about Papa's veve'. For me, I see his cane, and I see a wrought iron scroll pattern, much like a fence or gate you might see around an old home or cemetary.  Very apt for this spirit who is THE keeper of the keys to reaching out to les Lois!!

    Another great observation I heard was that part of Papa's veve' looks like a pineapple. In the days when many men went out to sea for extended voyages, the pineapple became associated with welcome because returning seafarers would place a pineapple on a fence post outside their homes. It signalled that the man of the house was present and it was proper to call on the family.

    I always wondered why Papa seems to favor a little pineapple jelly jar I use in voodoo services for his water glass!

    If you would like to check out this super informational workshop it is going to be posted on youtube. Our lovely Mambo Sam makes an appearance during the lesson and it really opened my eyes to just how intricate and intimate voodoo veve's are. 

  • Happy fally’all

    Well it is finally Autumn in Pennsylvania and although we are being deluged wuth rain, I am super excited that fall is at last here.

    I have always loved the idea of the balance of the Autumn equinox, equal parts day and night, and the questions it beings up in my life.

    For example, my penchant to work through lunchtime, or before I have breakfast, or until I am so famished that the first fast, usually bad for me food I see when I finally DO stop looks like dinner.

    But lately I HAVE been making sure I stop no matter how  busy I am to make time to eat. And ya jniw what? The world didn't stop spinning. I feel alot better, no blood sugar crash, and I am alot nicer when I don't allow myself to get hangry.

    Balance is not just about food for me, either. It's about work vs relaxation, sleep vs awake, even positive messages vs negative. The world has been a scary place the past couple of years and we are constantly bombarded with bad news. So, I have culled my social media to things that are happy, such as a cat page, a page about the Green man, and a few carefully chosen groups that are all about positive growth and messages. It really has done alot to balance the bad vs good in my active awake brain and my subconscious.

    So, in this season of balance, I am looking forward to fostering some new healthy habits to balance oit my life-body mind and spirit. Happy Mabon everyone! 

  • A thought about gratitude

    Recwntly I got hooked on a reality show. Now, I pride myself on not buying into reaality tv. Except for cooking shows, I usually get annoyed with the drama. But I got hooked in-of all things-Naked and Afraid. Not because I wanted to see nude men in my tv or changed my mind about drama. It was really because the locations are wild, such as the Amazon Rain Forest, or the African savannah. But a surprising thing came out of my new obsession.

    I have always known that an attitude of gratitude is important. But watching people literally not have the clothes or shoes on their backs while sleeping on the insect covered ground in a swamp with no clean water or food really opened my eyes to the million little things I take for granted or even complain about.

    Is this now going to cure me of my dislike of reality tv? Lol…not likely…but my little binge watch truly had more profound effects than I would ever have believed possible. It reminded me just how lucky I am every day. 

  • Musings of an overgiver

    So I have been having a bit of an identity crises lately. You know, I was never one of those "popular" kids during my adolescence. I wore alot of black, didn't like the same music as my peers and tended to befriend fellow oddballs because I felt so different myself. 

    During adulthood, that kind of feeling is suppossed to fall away. And it did. Well at least some of it anyway. Still, I struggle with other humans. It's not that I don't relate to them…it is the sneaking feeling that they don't relate to me. 

    And then enter the advent of social media. And people who have friend requested me. Many whom I knew way back when but never really knew. Folks I have worked with at various jobs, neighbors, family of friends I have met over the years. 

    And still, I often get the feeling that I am just present on some people's facebook lists to provide an audience and be one of a collection of likes. Very few friends like or comment on my posts (to be clear, I post very little and it is never really personal stuff). And sometimes I still find myself feeling a little left out-like no matter what i do I don't feel "popular" and I wonder if people like me. 

    But then the wisdom I have come by honestly in life kicks in. I remember the things I value in life. My close friends, my family, my spirituality. Those people that did not not and have not fallen away through dark days of loss, grief, illness and personal and professional loss. 

    And I realize-these are the people who consistently like, love or comment on my stuff. And as for the rest of the folks-and I mean no harm-but I can honestly ask myself-how much do I like them? As in-is anything going to change in my life because they did not comment on my facebook post or like my meme?  And I know my answer. So, I am spending less time on social media these days. And qorrying less about who likes me and more about what do i like that I see. I am leaving the rest. And I think I will be better fo it.

    In Service, 

    Khouzhan Morgan

     

  • Here Comes September

    Here in Pa the weather is cooling down. I am not complaining-Fall is the season I wait for all year and I can never  get enough of the chilly crisp mornings, the cool evenings just cold enough for a blanket or sweater, and the beautiful foliage of the trees.

    I am most relaxed in this season, as if I can finally exhale and smile. Maybe it's the healing work I've been doing, but the change of season is most welcome.

    I will be glad to get back in the kitchen again, which I strenuously avoid in the muggy heat of the summer.

    Autumn always inspires me to create. It reminds me of who I was last year, who I am as a result of the work I have done and also been blessed to receive through the prayers and counsel of others,  especially Sister Bridget and Mambo Sam. And it also reminds me of who I aspire to be. It makes me feel ok about being a work in progress, as we all are, and lets me settle into the peace of enjoying the process. Ayibobo!