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In the morning, I awaken to the flickering of shadows as they dance across my bedroom. I see something that looks like a cat, which is no surprise. I have fourteen of them.

Everything is going up in smoke, and the cats have started to die. No one should have noticed, of course, but it’s hard to ignore a four year old hollering about Fluffy. It was an epidemic of neglect, and those who did not deserve to suffer did the most. But when everything is ash, it’s hard to tell the difference between deserve and causality.

By Angel Starr

I’ve always wondered why people wear stones, and or carry them around. I’ve also wondered why when my family does Blessings, Dad wears stones around his neck. My Mom said it’s because it protects you. Some good stones to get are Bloodstone and Amber. Bloodstone is a good protection stone. Amber is good to help clear the mind.

As a Feri student for the last 5 years (and a witch for the last 21), I have several personal books of shadows, where I have diligently taken notes on what was being transmitted to me by my teachers, be they human or otherwise. I not only write down lore and techniques, but quotes that reveal Truth and images from dreams, trances, and much more.

The title of this book sounds very formal which tended to make me think it would perhaps be a very serious ho-hum read. I was wrong – it is however, a very informative book filled with fascinating and useful information.

What a great way to make use of the summer bounty of fresh fruits and berries! Cordials are much more predictable to make than wines and you can control the proof of it by carefully measuring out the alcohol that you use. It is also easy to control the sweetness. True to taste because the fruit need not ferment and also easy to correct should you find your cordial not sweet enough or you need to add more alcohol. The one cardinal rule however when making homemade cordials is to use ripe fruit that is unblemished.

By Angel Starr

I’m a teenage Pagan living in a Christian world. It’s hard to be a teenage Pagan, in a world where pretty much everyone I know is a Christian. But I make it work for me; I listen to what they have to say. Occasionally, I even go to church with friends. Even after being in a town with a very Christian mayor, I still don’t understand why they can’t just stop looking at us as if we’re crazy when we say “I’m pagan and/or Wiccan”, when most of what is said in the Bible connects to our religion, in one way or another.

This spring we had the good fortune to be able to travel from our home in West Virginia, AKA the “Pagan Outpost” down to New Orleans. New Orleans is just as liberal as this little town is conservative. Before Hurricane Katrina, I was living in St. Bernard Parish, Louisiana, just past the 9thWard. The two areas were arguably the hardest hit communities within the New Orleans area. My community is still largely empty, and the 9thWard is only marginally better.

Several years ago I picked up my virtual writing quill after several years of relative writing inactivity. The previous decade, I had identified as a neo-Pagan or “Goddess-woman.” My writing during that time included papers for graduate school, occasional poetry to exorcise my angst, and crafting of various Pagan Rituals. Then I had kids, and effectively lost my mind for several years.

By A.J. Derro

Time again to tell a tale
Without regret, with perfect grace,
and more a mystery unveil,
the specters leave their resting place,
or rather, shed a light onto
and each and every long-left ghost
the misery we see in you.