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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.

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 Neal “Puck” Jansons

The Left-Hand Path is a meta-category of magickal paths. There are many magickal paths and traditions, and they all vary to some degree, but it is possible to create larger categories of traditions that indicate similarities and connections on different levels.

Cosmic Soup and the Mighty Dead is an article I wrote for WitchVox about the Celtic – especially Welsh/Cymric – view of reincarnation. Even Hindu concepts of reincarnation can be much more complex than the simplified New Age idea that “everyone gets reborn”, and for many Celts reincarnation was more about recycling components than being reborn, unless you earned the right to discrete rebirth through acts of warrior heroism, great leadership, spirituality or artistic merit.

The Art if Invisibility was an article I wrote for the Crooked Path Journal, our own quarterly magazine on traditional Crafting. It looks at some classic spells for invisibility, and deconstructs them to see what makes them tick.

When I was small enough to fit in a sink, I began making the yearly trip to the family cottage in Godfrey, Ontario. The name Godfrey, which is a fairly unassuming name, inspires images of a plain, homely looking fellow that has spent too much time in the sun working the fields. The lake, which the cottage is situated by, bears an even plainer, homelier name: Bob. No one knows where the name came from originally; not even my mother, who has been coming up since she was small enough to fit in a sink herself. But with Bob’s Lake 400 miles of forested shoreline, charming towns and cottages that have been in the same family for more than one generation, this place is far from plain or homely.