THE LIFE AND TIMES OF A MODERN WITCH

I am re blogging this in the hope that someone will explain to me why a book would cost this much? $1960.24 US dollars

It was published in 1988 and Stewart is dead –but it doesn’t explain the price?

I thought —this is too petty to blog about

But I am

Why would a book cost this much?

I am in this book:

We filled out a questionnaire for Stewart Farrar in the 1980s:

One of many I have loaned out and never got back:

I have had to replace Marion Weinstein’s  “Positive Magic” four times because people didn’t return the book:

Star Hawk’s – Spiral Dance only once:

At teachers college I loaned a Childhood development book that cost $100 (a lot in the 70’s) and never got it back:

Today I decided to have another go at replacing this one –

It is $1960.24 US dollars

I got one second hand but it cost me almost $64

Blessed be

celebrate the solstice

MID WINTER

THE FIRST PAGE OF MY BOOK OF SHADOWS -as I was first initiated in 1983 it is very old

Today it is Mid Winter here = YULE

and Mid Summer  -LITHA –  in the northern hemisphere.

THE WHEEL OF THE YEAR

The Wheel Of The Year: pagan festivals celebrating the seasons:

 solstices and equinoxes.

When the Romans and Christianity took over they could not get rid of these festivals:

So every church festival was originally a pagan one.

FYI – pagan means village dweller.

Wicca means wise –or to bend

Heathen means dweller on the heath.

The concept that we are evil came from the “Inquisition”:

(This is where the Satanists got there ideas — so if you are interested in Wicca trust your gut)

Our rituals are similar to American Indian rituals:

Or at least the one I was involved in which was Sioux tradition.

We dance and chant to raise power.

NO SACRIFICES

Anyone who has read my other blogs will know that I will literally not harm a fly

or any other creature

Blessed Yule

to those “down under”

Blessed Litha

to those in the northern hemisphere

THE LIFE AND TIMES OF A MODERN WITCH

I thought —this is too petty to blog about

But I am

Why would a book cost this much?

I am in this book:

We filled out a questionnaire for Stewart Farrar in the 1980s:

One of many I have loaned out and never got back:

I have had to replace Marion Weinstein’s  “Positive Magic” four times because people didn’t return the book:

Star Hawk’s – Spiral Dance only once:

At teachers college I loaned a Childhood development book that cost $100 (a lot in the 70’s) and never got it back:

Today I decided to have another go at replacing this one –

It is $1960.24 US dollars

I got one second hand but it cost me almost $64

Blessed be

and enjoy the solstice

YULE

THE FIRST PAGE OF MY BOOK OF SHADOWS -as I was first initiated in 1983 it is very old

Tomorrow is Mid Winter here -Yule –

and Mid Summer  -Litha-  in the northern hemisphere.

THE WHEEL OF THE YEAR

The Wheel Of The Year: pagan festivals celebrating the seasons:

 solstices and equinoxes.

When the Romans and Christianity took over they could not get rid of these festivals:

So every church festival was originally a pagan one.

FYI – pagan means village dweller.

Wicca means wise –or to bend

Heathen means dweller on the heath.

The concept that we are evil came from the “Inquisition”:

(This is where the Satanists got there ideas — so if you are interested in Wicca trust your gut)

Our rituals are similar to American Indian rituals:

Or at least the one I was involved in which was Sioux tradition.

We dance and chant to raise power.

NO SACRIFICES

Anyone who has read my other blogs will know that I will literally not harm a fly

or any other creature

Blessed Yule

to those “down under”

Blessed Litha

to those in the northern hemisphere

RE BACKGROUND PICTURE

At the beginning of this century we were celebrating an Esbat  (full moon ritual) at Encounter Bay Victor Harbour  South Australia:

There was complete cloud cover:

We couldn’t see the moon:

The only light was the candles:

Part of the ritual is the “spiral dance”/ the cone of power

After I had “closed the circle” I decided to use up the film in my non-digital camera:

This camera didn’t have a flash:

So I just clicked in front of where I was sitting on the grass.

I put the film in to be developed:

When I  collected the photos and saw these “lights” I thought it a camera fault:

I was going to throw them out:

But they are not a camera fault!

this picture is of a visitor — we were on a friends property

I “see” angels as white light:

and I invoke the archangels when casting the circle.

Decided to ad this extra trivia—

The person pictured wearing the red cord is a male witch and second degree initiate:

I wear a blue cord to signify that I am third degree and high priestess:

When I was training  or working, coven members would kneel and bow:

 BUT IT WAS A JOKE:

I have never been into the oneupmanship status stuff 😛

I was told this century that nowadays high priestesses demand people bow to them:

Seriously ☹

More trivia:

I am in this book– published in the 1980’s

Blessed be

THE OLD DAYS

My Dad and his two best friends ( in the UK) before he moved to South Australia.

Several  years ago now my youngest granddaughter (who has been teaching in the UK for a couple of years ) asked me how we survived before television.

We played in the street:

Went for long walks, exploring:

It was safe for children in South Australia back then:

And we had sing alongs often.

Karaoke isn’t the same:

But musos having a “jam” session would be similar:

My Dad and his brother (who grew up on there parents farm in Yorkshire)

Would sing old war songs:

ROLL OUT THE BARRELL

They would also Recite “Albert and the Lion”

This is Stanley Holloways version

Uncle Teddy (Edward) and Aunty Nora

Apologies for the “flash” –I have several scanners but none compatible with this laptop –so photographed the photograph.

Dad had such a dry sense of humour:

I would have to tell people that  he was joking.

I love his funny sayings—only sharing a couple:

You’re not very often right

 but you’re wrong this time”

Why worry

If you worry you die

If you don’t worry you die

So why worry”

Stay safe and happy during this pandemic

Blessed be

my son: my dog: me and Dad early this century

I’M NEITHER DELUDED NOR GULLIBLE

With age comes wisdom

I find it strange that people believe that there is a god who demands worship:

(read “Thank god I Am An Atheist -Pun Intended)

yet see psychic ability as either evil or a scam

— admittedly there are a lot of scams.

Psychic ability is now backed up by quantum physics:

I was sceptical in the beginning:

that is why I called my book “The Clairvoyant Experiences of a Sceptic”

Please just read the last paragraph re the incident that convinced me clairvoyance was “real”.

In the 1970’s I was intrigued by psychic abilities.

 I read what few books I could get related to this.

One was on quantum physics but called quantum mechanics back then.

 Another a friend at Teacher’s College loaned me:

it was a book by Jane Roberts “Seth Speaks”:

She also took me to lectures on Spiritualism, Wicca and associated philosophies.

These were run by a Spiritualist minister and held at the Gawler Town Hall: Gawler South Australia.

(I attended teacher’s college as a mature student in the 1970’s because it was free, thanks to Gough Whitlam)

I started consciously “seeing” ‘people that had passed over in the seventies and we were most definitely the lunatic fringe back them:

along with people that cared about the environment and animals.                   

I was in Greenpeace (which actually cared about the ecology) and Animal liberation.

 I was in Women’s Liberation:

Women were still an inferior sub culture with no rights nor status

One’s status came from one’s husband.

I rarely told people about clairvoyance in the nineteen seventies and early eighties to avoid ridicule.

I was also ridiculed and abused for being vegetarian.

I was even ridiculed for recycling.

Goes without saying the attitude to people who visited the local nudist beach (which didn’t become official until the 1980s)

The Spiritualist minister who organised the “talks” at the Gawler Townhall ran psychic development classes:

 but the first time I attended she supposedly went into” trance” now called channelling.

It was so phoney that I never went back.

 I was fortunate to get into a group run by another Spiritualist lady, Stella.

Stella was not only an amazing clairvoyant she advocated our being ethical.

 One thing she told us was never to tell someone something bad in their future (unless we could tell them how to avoid this) because the person could make it happen (nocebo) and we could be wrong.

 And when Stella went into trance it was genuine.

 The incident that convinced me that clairvoyance was a reality happened at work.

 I was a student nurse at Strathmont Centre.

 I was washing dishes with a male staff nurse.

 We didn’t have kitchen hands in those days.

 Kym was six feet tall and rather heavy set and had longish blonde hair.

 A man (deceased) flashed in

 (when I “see” or “hear” they flash in a fraction of a second)

 He had Kym’s high forehead and similar features but wore a suit with a crepe ribbon and a cross and had a short back and sides haircut and dark hair.

 I asked Kym if his father was a minister. He asked me why and initially I would not answer.

 I eventually told him what I saw and Kym told me that it was his uncle. He asked me what denomination his uncle was.

 I did not know.

 After Kym left the kitchen I asked his uncle, whom I could no longer “see”, what he had died of.  The words were that fast all I could make out was “sclerosis”.

 Because we were with the intellectually disabled I thought “tubular sclerosis?” Then I realized it must be multiple sclerosis.

 When we were having a tea break Kym told me that his uncle died of multiple sclerosis.

 I was amazed and said that his uncle had “told” me this!

 Kym said “Get more”!

 I informed him that I couldn’t.

 But I “saw” panama hats and monkeys.

 I said “He was a missionary in South America”

 Kym said “Yes”.

I then saw masks and a jungle and said he was also a missionary in New Guinea.

Kym told me this wasn’t so.

When Kym came to work the next day, he said that his mother had confirmed that her brother was a missionary in New Guinea.

This showed that I wasn’t just reading Kym’s mind.

I will give a free email reading to anyone who has read this far

and sends a recent photo of themselves to

katallen1949@hotmail.com

This art work was done for me by an excellent clairvoyant and author Chris Parmenter

Over more than forty years I have had a lot of positive feedback

but know my future predictions are not always correct:

I would say 90 percent of the time they are.

I can read you and people that have “passed over” from the photo because time and space are not as we percieve them to be.

Blessed Be

and be kind to non humans

I took this photograph last century on Kangaroo Island

Thank God I am an Atheist: Pun Intended

I have the greatest respect for Jesus but believe him to be a teacher not a god.

After Constantine stopped throwing Christians to the lions and made Christianity the religion of Rome there was a meeting at Nicaea to decide what to leave in the bible and what to take out.

The old testaments was responsible for women having no rights or status.

The “Koran” is almost identical to “The Old Testament”

I was brought up Church of England.

(I never explain to Christians why I don’t believe out of respect for their beliefs.)

If “God” is a loving god why would it desire worship?

Religion is what influences a culture.

Our culture believes other life forms don’t feel and have no soul.

We have destroyed the ecology and continue to make all life extinct.

In my sci fi short story the gods were E. T’s breeding us as live stock:

There were other E. Ts  that fed off our fear and pain.

 I thought my ideas were original but have recently seen an episode of Dr Who where E T ‘s were feeding off our fear and pain.

If we credit some “Being” as having created this reality, this “Being” would have to be a sadistic psychopath.

Every creature has to deprive another life form of its existence in order to survive. ( Its called eating)

Just breathing kills other life forms! As we breathe in micro organisms.

I believe everything that exists has a consciousness: And because of my clairvoyant experiences I believe everything survives beyond physical death.

Pity: because there are a lot of humans who shouldn’t survive death especially when there is no hell for them to burn in!

Instead of making changes people “leave it to God” or karma ( which I don’t believe in either)

I asked clairvoyantly about “the meaning of life” which strangely enough isn’t 42 (Hitch Hikers Guide to the Galaxy)

The answer I got was more a concept than words but translated, I was asked if I could conceptualize NO linear time and when I said “No” I was told that “they” couldn’t explain.

This is my sci fi short story —-

I realize there isn’t much depth to my characters

but console myself that Asimov started out writing short stories:

I think my sequel/prequel is better (not finished yet)

Blessed be

and be kind to non humans

And to quote Ellen whom I admire “Be kind to one another”

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I’M NEITHER DELUDED NOR GULLIBLE

As you can tell I am a sweet,demure old lady

I find it strange that people believe that there is a god who demands worship:

(read “Thank god I Am An Atheist -Pun Intended)

yet see psychic ability as either evil or a scam

— admittedly there are a lot of scams.

Psychic ability is now backed up by quantum physics:

I was sceptical in the beginning:

that is why I called my book “The Clairvoyant Experiences of a Sceptic”

Please just read the last paragraph re the incident that convinced me clairvoyance was “real”.

In the 1970’s I was intrigued by psychic abilities.

 I read what few books I could get related to this.

One was on quantum physics but called quantum mechanics back then.

 Another a friend at Teacher’s College loaned me:

it was a book by Jane Roberts “Seth Speaks”:

She also took me to lectures on Spiritualism, Wicca and associated philosophies.

These were run by a Spiritualist minister and held at the Gawler Town Hall: Gawler South Australia.

(I attended teacher’s college as a mature student in the 1970’s because it was free, thanks to Gough Whitlam)

I started consciously “seeing” ‘people that had passed over in the seventies and we were most definitely the lunatic fringe back them:

along with people that cared about the environment and animals.                   

I was in Greenpeace (which actually cared about the ecology) and Animal liberation.

 I was in Women’s Liberation:

Women were still an inferior sub culture with no rights nor status

One’s status came from one’s husband.

I rarely told people about clairvoyance in the nineteen seventies and early eighties to avoid ridicule.

I was also ridiculed and abused for being vegetarian.

I was even ridiculed for recycling.

Goes without saying the attitude to people who visited the local nudist beach (which didn’t become official until the 1980s)

The Spiritualist minister who organised the “talks” at the Gawler Townhall ran psychic development classes:

 but the first time I attended she supposedly went into” trance” now called channelling.

It was so phoney that I never went back.

 I was fortunate to get into a group run by another Spiritualist lady, Stella.

Stella was not only an amazing clairvoyant she advocated our being ethical.

 One thing she told us was never to tell someone something bad in their future (unless we could tell them how to avoid this) because the person could make it happen (nocebo) and we could be wrong.

 And when Stella went into trance it was genuine.

 The incident that convinced me that clairvoyance was a reality happened at work.

 I was a student nurse at Strathmont Centre.

 I was washing dishes with a male staff nurse.

 We didn’t have kitchen hands in those days.

 Kym was six feet tall and rather heavy set and had longish blonde hair.

 A man (deceased) flashed in

 (when I “see” or “hear” they flash in a fraction of a second)

 He had Kym’s high forehead and similar features but wore a suit with a crepe ribbon and a cross and had a short back and sides haircut and dark hair.

 I asked Kym if his father was a minister. He asked me why and initially I would not answer.

 I eventually told him what I saw and Kym told me that it was his uncle. He asked me what denomination his uncle was.

 I did not know.

 After Kym left the kitchen I asked his uncle, whom I could no longer “see”, what he had died of.  The words were that fast all I could make out was “sclerosis”.

 Because we were with the intellectually disabled I thought “tubular sclerosis?” Then I realized it must be multiple sclerosis.

 When we were having a tea break Kym told me that his uncle died of multiple sclerosis.

 I was amazed and said that his uncle had “told” me this!

 Kym said “Get more”!

 I informed him that I couldn’t.

 But I “saw” panama hats and monkeys.

 I said “He was a missionary in South America”

 Kym said “Yes”.

I then saw masks and a jungle and said he was also a missionary in New Guinea.

Kym told me this wasn’t so.

When Kym came to work the next day, he said that his mother had confirmed that her brother was a missionary in New Guinea.

This showed that I wasn’t just reading Kym’s mind.

I will give a free email reading to anyone who has read this far

and sends a recent photo of themselves to

katallen1949@hotmail.com

This art work was done for me by an excellent clairvoyant and author Chris Parmenter

Over more than forty years I have had a lot of positive feedback

but know my future predictions are not always correct:

I would say 90 percent of the time they are.

I can read you and people that have “passed over” from the photo because time and space are not as we percieve them to be.

Blessed Be

and be kind to non humans

I took this photograph last century on Kangaroo Island

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This art work was done for me by an excellent clairvoyant and author Chris Parmenter

Email readings are half price:

Look forward to receiving your email request

$40(Australian) until the covid19 crisis is over.

I am able to accept overseas clients:

I send you an invoice via PayPal:

These are genuine clairvoyant readings hence I require a photo of you

as I am reading you and anyone who has passed over around you.

Gift vouchers are available.

I use runes for divination and will include a photo of the runes that I picked for you

Send a recent photograph of yourself to

katallen1949@hotmail.com

If you don’t wish to read any further please just read the last paragraph re the incident that convinced me clairvoyance was “real”.

In the 1970’s I was intrigued by psychic abilities.

 I read what few books I could get related to this.

One was on quantum physics but called quantum mechanics back then.

 Another a friend at Teacher’s College loaned me:

it was a book by Jane Roberts “Seth Speaks”:

She also took me to lectures on Spiritualism, Wicca and associated philosophies.

These were run by a Spiritualist minister and held at the Gawler Town Hall: Gawler South Australia.

(I attended teacher’s college as a mature student in the 1970’s because it was free, thanks to Gough Whitlam)

I started consciously “seeing” ‘people that had passed over in the seventies and we were most definitely the lunatic fringe back them:

along with people that cared about the environment and animals.                   

I was in Greenpeace (which actually cared about the ecology) and Animal liberation.

 I was in Women’s Liberation:

Women were still an inferior sub culture with no rights nor status

One’s status came from one’s husband.

I rarely told people about clairvoyance in the nineteen seventies and early eighties to avoid ridicule.

I was also ridiculed and abused for being vegetarian.

I was even ridiculed for recycling.

Goes without saying the attitude to people who visited the local nudist beach (which didn’t become official until the 1980s)

The Spiritualist minister who organised the “talks” at the Gawler Townhall ran psychic development classes:

 but the first time I attended she supposedly went into” trance” now called channelling.

It was so phoney that I never went back.

 I was fortunate to get into a group run by another Spiritualist lady Stella.

Stella was not only an amazing clairvoyant she advocated our being ethical.

 One thing she told us was never to tell someone something bad in their future (unless we could tell them how to avoid this) because the person could make it happen (nocebo) and we could be wrong.

 And when Stella went into trance it was genuine.

 The incident that convinced me that clairvoyance was a reality happened at work.

 I was a student nurse at Strathmont Centre.

 I was washing dishes with a male staff nurse.

 We didn’t have kitchen hands in those days.

 Kym was six feet tall and rather heavy set and had longish blonde hair.

 A man (deceased) flashed in

 (when I “see” or “hear” they flash in a fraction of a second)

 He had Kym’s high forehead and similar features but wore a suit with a crepe ribbon and a cross and had a short back and sides haircut and dark hair.

 I asked Kym if his father was a minister. He asked me why and initially I would not answer.

 I eventually told him what I saw and Kym told me that it was his uncle. He asked me what denomination his uncle was.

 I did not know.

 After Kym left the kitchen I asked his uncle, whom I could no longer “see”, what he had died of.  The words were that fast all I could make out was “sclerosis”.

 Because we were with the intellectually disabled I thought “tubular sclerosis?” Then I realized it must be multiple sclerosis.

 When we were having a tea break Kym told me that his uncle died of multiple sclerosis.

 I was amazed and said that his uncle had “told” me this!

 Kym said “Get more”!

 I informed him that I couldn’t.

 But I “saw” panama hats and monkeys.

 I said “He was a missionary in South America”

 Kym said “Yes”.

I then saw masks and a jungle and said he was also a missionary in New Guinea.

Kym told me this wasn’t so.

When Kym came to work the next day, he said that his mother had confirmed that her brother was a missionary in New Guinea.

This showed that I wasn’t just reading Kym’s mind.

Look forward to receiving your email

Blessed Be

and be kind to non humans

I took this photograph last century on Kangaroo Island