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2017 Protection Spells

Posted in 2017, Affirmations, Angels, Archangels, Energy, episode, excitement, Faith, Feeling good, God and Goddess Worship, Good energy, help, Holliday, home, job, Life, Life, Love, luck, magic, Magick, manifestation, New Age, New Year, possessed, Religion, Spells, Spirit guides, travel, Uncategorized, Witch, Witchcraft with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on January 5, 2017 by Luna Noir The Witches Cupboard

Ok I know that I have been gone for so long many are still with me some have gone, and I don’t blame you if you left. But this year I am starting a bit differently. I will be posting to YouTube and Facebook, Instagram, and for if I can I will be doing another Podcast I truly kinda don’t want to do a podcast if I’m doing all this other stuff. But I guess I don’t have to do all of them every day. I would just like to be consistent, and still be able to raise my kids work and maybe squeeze in some me time. It’s one thing if this was a job and I made money from it but since it doesn’t I do have to be realistic.

So was that too long of a title? LOL Here are a few of the spells that I have been doing for the new year. Just so you know they are very easy and you can make this as hard as you want or as easy. You can use as many herbs as you want or just water and salt. Magic doesn’t have to be a huge drama. But whatever you are comfortable with, then that’s what you should do. Remember that magic feeds off of your energy and if you are feeling like this a pain in the ass then your result will SUCK!

So again here are a few of the spells. Take some sage, St. John the Conqueror powder, white sage and any other magical items that you may find in your cupboard that is for removing negativity, hexes, and evil spirits. I even use herbs that help to promote happiness, love, sexual desire, money, and relaxation. Like lavender (for relaxation), Rose petals, and Jasmine flowers for love and sexual healing and stimulation. For money Basil in the form of oil, Frankincense, and Nutmeg. I almost forgot for meditation, spirituality and visions I use spices and oils for that as well, like Sandalwood, Nag Champa and some Vervain. I may have added a pink of Salt to this as well. I put all the spices and oils in a container, bless them and then set them on a hot coal to smoke. I walk around my home, every room of the house and I think of all the things that I want to attract into the home and all the things that must leave my home. I usually keep all the doors open and the windows so that the good can come in and all that negative can leave. I also bless some water. Add salt to the water and pray over it. Asking that the Goddess bless the water and repel any and all negativity. I know I double up on that one. If you have followed my life and know my relationship with my sister you wouldn’t wonder why. Sprinkle the water in every room, even the bathroom. If there is any water left pour a line at every door entryway. If you believe in Angels then ask Archangel Michael to stand guard outside your door. If not then find your deity to stand guard. Remember that angels are non denominational so you can command then to do your bidding. Don’t be a dick about it but firmly suggest that they help you.

For the new year everyone makes resolutions, and I’ll be honest, I haven’t succeeded in one of those in a while, however I am pretty good at vision boards. The things I place on a vision board is like betting on a sure thing. We moved to Maui with my vision board. I’ll talk about that on my YouTube channel Luna Noir (still getting that up as I write this may take a minute to upload video)  and post on my facebook page which should also post to my Twitter, Instagram. Too much to write here.

Print off sigils look them up and trace them, stitch them into a pillow or a cloth, use your hands, or make sigils out of clay, the more you apply your energy the better it is for you. MEDITATE, meditate, hell daydream! Get your higher self involved however you can.

I hope this helps anyone who is trying to have a better new year. Remember, if you don’t believe in magic then why are you here, and what do you think you are? Every person is magic they just need to give themselves the time to mold their craft into the magical force that’s always been there. old-witch-postcard

 

Blessings and Get to living a better life

 

Luna Noir

 

 

HOLY COW, GOAT, PIG, SHEEP…

Posted in Affirmations, Faith, Feeling good, Gaia, God and Goddess Worship, help, home, job, Life, Love, magic, manifestation, New Age, Religion, Spirit guides, Uncategorized, Wavering with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on July 5, 2011 by Luna Noir The Witches Cupboard

It has been a bit since I have posted, and with good reason. My life as you all may have read has not gone as smoothly as I think it could have. I always recap for those who may be finding this blog for the first time.

After getting done with a chapter 13 to save house, a month later I lose my job 2 weeks B4 Christmas/Yule. On my birthday a month later (for the second time in our marriage) my husband loses his job. We try to save house with unemployment (and can’t). We find out we are pregnant (excitement and more stress). Unemployment runs out for the two of us. No insurance.  We lose house.

Not the house but lets pretend 

Luckily my husband finds some freelance work to get us into a rental house,  (Loved that house) freelance has helped us to pay rent for 6months in advance. We lose the baby (crushing). Depression begins. Work dries up. Time goes bye, trying to find work.  We Don’t have next months rent, 20 days before rent is due I fall back on every part of my religious background, (I’m what I like to call the witch with a twist)

St. Joseph

So I call and pray to God and Goddess, Jesus and Mary, St. Joseph (patron saint who helps husbands find work to support their family) Angels. I go online and look for the angel who helps find work for folks (Archangel Chamuel is the guy for this) . I’m looking for a job as well as the hubs, and once I applied all the aspects of my knowledge in religion and “The Secret” Wicca, and  I now have unwavering faith. I lit candles and burned incense EVERYTHING.   Phone starts to ring. Mind you we have about $180 to our name. People that my husband tried to work for, for the past year and a half start to call. He goes on interviews and one by one each job falls through. My husband is seriously stressed I finally get him on board to pray to St. Joseph and to the Archangel Chamuel, he does, he also takes the crystals that attracts peace and relieves stress. The the phone rings for a person that my husband interviewed with in Canada in the fall. This person was not able to hire my husband because the position hadn’t opened up and then the position was terminated. This person calls and tells my husband that they gave his name to a coworker in Southfield in Michigan 20 minutes from out house tell them about how wonderful my husband would be for a job that they had opening soon there. Well she mentioned that she had told them about my husband about a month ago and just wondered if they ever called. My husband sadly didn’t get that call. The person tells my husband that he bound to  find work and to have faith,  bye. Just as that person is getting off the phone his phone rings and it the Southfield office, saying that about a month ago they received this gleaming referral regarding him and they wanted him to come in tomorrow for an interview. They loved him!!! They tell my husband that he needs to interview with like 5 other people to get the job. STRESS for hubby, Not for me. I tell him don’t worry it will be OK.  He does all 4  interviews they all give him the green light and then the last guy. Some guy in Arizona (WTH) He’s the last of the interviewers and we have to wait a week to talk to him via internet face time interview… Now we have about two weeks to go before we have to tell the owners of the house that we will not be living there anymore and to keep out first, last months rent Blah blah blah. My husband has the interview and the guys says No.

I want you to work for me here in Arizona…

That he would pay my husband more than he would make in Michigan and that he will also make a salary and commission. He flies my husband out for two weeks of training and then the other shoe dropped. The company WILL NOT pay for our relocation. We now have about $20 at least with me. because my husband didn’t have money for food out there in Arizona while in training. So now I FREAKED THE HECK OUT!!! We have a job with no way to get there. practically everyone in our families have lost their jobs or were about to. So my husband asks for some divine guidance. He get’s it in the way of an idea to get a Chipin account. It’s an account where your friends,  family anyone who wants to can help you but seeing your goal and then contributing to it. believe me it worked. Some people chip in $5.00 some $300. We needed $6,500. for truck rental and gas for truck and the car that I would be driving in. We’ll two days before we were to leave to Arizona we got all the money we needed through the help of family and friends. We got here with only $121 left to spare. Since we didn’t have any money we also included the rent for the house that we needed to have in order to have a place to live when we got here to Arizona.

So we’ve been hear and it’s been a month. We are not homeless and we are happy.

It was a crazy adventure but it wasn’t over yet. I will be posting the craziest thing that happened to us once we got here. You are going to find out why I’ve had so much bad luck and what I am doing now to fix it.

Thanks for reading, I still have to unpack a few things still, so the podcast version of this will be up in about a week.

Blessings

Luna Noir

I can’t believe my baby is gone!

Posted in child, children, Faith, God and Goddess Worship, help, home, unborn, Uncategorized, Wavering with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on February 21, 2011 by Luna Noir The Witches Cupboard

When last I posted, I spoke about wavering faith. Now I speak about blind faith. With all that I thought could be the worst things to happen to me and my family; I was knocked down a few more pegs after getting my first ultra sound after 16 weeks of pregnancy. (I know what you’re thinking) why did I wait so long?!) I had no choice in the matter. With no insurance I was turned away from every place I thought was supposed to help me.

The state of Michigan government agencies are run worse than the FBI, CIA and Homeland security during 9/11. No one knew who I was supposed to talk to or who I could call for information. I made so many calls to DHS, Planned Parenthood, OBGYN offices in general, just trying to get help. That finally after praying for help, I called the city of Lansing spoke to God only knows and was told that all the places I had called should have directed me to Herman Kiefer. Where everything I needed could easily have been taken care of. I was told that every agency I spoke with has a list that they could have looked at if they were so inclined to help me. But even after that, I still had to wait 2 extra weeks to see a nurse then make my appointment for the ultra sound.

I did everything that I was told, and when I went to the ultra sound with my mother (the hubs had to work) I was so excited because we might have been able to see the sex of the baby… I had so many thoughts of how I would call my husband to tease him on what we were going to have, and then how would I tell the kids. I thought of making them a white cake and there in the middle of the cake would be either blur or pink frosting or something that would indicate the sex of the baby.

So as I lay down on the table, and exposed my belly for the ultrasound tech to begin her work, she asked me if I was from the outpatient clinic. Yes I am… She began the ultrasound, with a squirt of warm jelly on my belly and then, she began to run the Doppler over my pelvis for about 3 minutes and then she said she was checking my ovaries, and I told her to tell me once she would begin to look at the baby. She agreed, and after another 3 minutes looking around my ovaries she told me that she was now about to check the baby… About 10-15 seconds (no exaggeration) she stopped and said that she needed to get the doctor. She asked me when was my first confirmation of pregnancy and when I told her she left the room. I was freaked out and so was my mom. She hardly looked at the baby before she walked out the door. I thought that perhaps she saw a tumor or fibroids, or something like that. The Doctor came in put the Doppler on my tummy and within 5-7 seconds said I have good news and bad news. I immediately said what’s the good news? She said the baby is developed, I then said “what’s the bad news?” The doctor said “It stopped (Developing), sorry about that, we need you to pull up your pants and the ultrasound tech will take you to the next room, so they can tell you about your options. Again, sorry”.

I looked at my mother in bewilderment and I kinda remember wiping my belly and pulling up my pants. The tech was guiding me to the room next door and I recall asking to go to the restroom. My head began to spin. Just like that, with the words “I have good news and bad news”, my life was turned upside down.

I sat in the room next to the ultrasound room and waited what seemed like forever. Waiting for the phone to ring that would tell me that my baby was dead. The phone did ring and a doctor did call me and began to prattle off all sorts of ways for me to expel the lifeless body that was in my belly, she rattled off words like D & C, misoprostol, surgery or just go home and wait for it to come out on its own. Would you like fries with that or to biggy size it??? It was so nonchalant, I’ve had more remorse from a sales clerk not having shoes in my size than these assholes who just announced that my baby was dead.

I clearly was in shock but I don’t think that this bitch even thought or cared about that. “So what do you want to do”? Um I can’t make a decision right now, was my answer. I think that I need some time to think. “Um ok just call me tomorrow, with your decision, Sorry about this “. I was devastated; I couldn’t believe what I was going through. I called my husband and he was so upset how I was treated. My mother sat there with me in the same shock that I was. She told me that I needed a second opinion. This was for sure.

So I went home and my thinking was, if I have miscarried then like the women on the phone said I can just wait for nature to run its course and the baby will come out on its own and if they are wrong, then I can give the baby some time to grow a bit and have a heartbeat. You may be thinking right now that Luna has lost her mind. But in a way I have. I couldn’t comprehend that these heartless bitches could be right, so I went home with the idea that there must be a reason for this shit to be happening. I was home for a week and I swear that I thought that I could feel the baby move just like before the ultrasound.

I told my husband that I wanted to wait until my next doctors appointment to come around and then I would go and get another ultrasound, then I would be sure that the baby had had a chance to either grow or then I would know without a shadow of  a doubt, the baby was gone. Well he called the doctors office to tell them what I was planning on doing, and within about 15 minutes I received a call telling me to come to the hospital the very next day for another look at the baby to see if there was a heartbeat and that they were sorry for how I was treated the last time I was there. So I went to the hospital with my husband, and I was given the proper amount of time for the ultrasound and I saw that the baby was there with no heartbeat. This time around with another doctor, I was treated like a person. Not like an animal. I was still so terribly sad. Because the days that I was at home I prayed so much to God and Goddess and to all the divine beings in heaven and on earth. But to no avail.

I think it’s been 4 days since I went to the hospital and got the D&C but I still touch my belly like if I still had my precious little Blueberry (that was my nickname for the baby). I can’t believe that after all the terrible times I have had in my life for the past couple of years, losing the jobs, losing the house, losing so much that I could still be brought even lower.

The reason for me posting this isn’t to show you how bitter, sad, depressed, angry or tired I am of all this shit that has happened to me and my family. But to show you that despite all this my faith in God and the Goddess is still as strong if not stronger by it.

After I left that hospital the first time, I went home and begged, prayed, and pleaded with the God/dess to make Blueberry well. To let that bitch who gave me my “good news, bad news” to be fucking wrong! I also prayed that if I had to lose my baby to at least trade me something for the pain that I would endure in the coming months and possibly years… To trade me a better world for my kids that I have now, and for a better kind of people on this planet for my future baby. That’s what I asked for. I went to sleep every night in tears, I walked around the house in tears all day long, until the morning of the D&C when I got up and felt completely numb. I had so many people praying for me and my family, that I truly felt like I was being shielded against the fear, and pain that was about to come. I have never had surgery before, never had to deal with this kind of situation ever before in my life. On this day I woke up and got dressed and I noticed that I was being taken care of by God and the Goddess. I understand the poem the footprints in the sand now. I was not alone nor have I ever been.

We have moved from that horrible neighborhood to a very nice one. Not once have I heard gunfire, or someone yelling outside because of being intoxicated or on drugs, not one prostitute walks in front of my house either. My husband had gotten a part time job that got us into a rental property that is awesome.  The kid’s school is closer, and the kids are looking forward to having friends come over. My life has taken some of the worst turns I have ever had to face. But not once was I alone to handle it. I am holding my hand out to God and Goddess to help me with the pain of losing my baby and though it is way too soon for me to feel the difference in healing I know that I will someday. I have two footprints in the sand and not one of them are mine.

One night a man had a dream. He dreamed

he was walking along the beach with the LORD.

Across the sky flashed scenes from his life.

For each scene he noticed two sets of

footprints in the sand: one belonging

to him, and the other to the LORD.

When the last scene of his life flashed before him,

he looked back at the footprints in the sand

He noticed that many times along the path of

his life there was only one set of footprints.

He also noticed that it happened at the very

lowest and saddest times in his life.

This really bothered him and he

questioned the LORD about it:

“LORD, you said that once I decided to follow

you, you’d walk with me all the way.

But I have noticed that during the most

troublesome times in my life,

there is only one set of footprints.

I don’t understand why when

I needed you most you would leave me.”

The LORD replied:

“My son, my precious child,

I love you and I would never leave you.

During your times of trial and suffering,

when you see only one set of footprints,

it was then that I carried you.”

Blessed Be

Luna Noir

I can't believe my baby is gone!

Posted in child, children, Faith, God and Goddess Worship, help, home, unborn, Uncategorized, Wavering with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on February 21, 2011 by Luna Noir The Witches Cupboard

When last I posted, I spoke about wavering faith. Now I speak about blind faith. With all that I thought could be the worst things to happen to me and my family; I was knocked down a few more pegs after getting my first ultra sound after 16 weeks of pregnancy. (I know what you’re thinking) why did I wait so long?!) I had no choice in the matter. With no insurance I was turned away from every place I thought was supposed to help me.

The state of Michigan government agencies are run worse than the FBI, CIA and Homeland security during 9/11. No one knew who I was supposed to talk to or who I could call for information. I made so many calls to DHS, Planned Parenthood, OBGYN offices in general, just trying to get help. That finally after praying for help, I called the city of Lansing spoke to God only knows and was told that all the places I had called should have directed me to Herman Kiefer. Where everything I needed could easily have been taken care of. I was told that every agency I spoke with has a list that they could have looked at if they were so inclined to help me. But even after that, I still had to wait 2 extra weeks to see a nurse then make my appointment for the ultra sound.

I did everything that I was told, and when I went to the ultra sound with my mother (the hubs had to work) I was so excited because we might have been able to see the sex of the baby… I had so many thoughts of how I would call my husband to tease him on what we were going to have, and then how would I tell the kids. I thought of making them a white cake and there in the middle of the cake would be either blur or pink frosting or something that would indicate the sex of the baby.

So as I lay down on the table, and exposed my belly for the ultrasound tech to begin her work, she asked me if I was from the outpatient clinic. Yes I am… She began the ultrasound, with a squirt of warm jelly on my belly and then, she began to run the Doppler over my pelvis for about 3 minutes and then she said she was checking my ovaries, and I told her to tell me once she would begin to look at the baby. She agreed, and after another 3 minutes looking around my ovaries she told me that she was now about to check the baby… About 10-15 seconds (no exaggeration) she stopped and said that she needed to get the doctor. She asked me when was my first confirmation of pregnancy and when I told her she left the room. I was freaked out and so was my mom. She hardly looked at the baby before she walked out the door. I thought that perhaps she saw a tumor or fibroids, or something like that. The Doctor came in put the Doppler on my tummy and within 5-7 seconds said I have good news and bad news. I immediately said what’s the good news? She said the baby is developed, I then said “what’s the bad news?” The doctor said “It stopped (Developing), sorry about that, we need you to pull up your pants and the ultrasound tech will take you to the next room, so they can tell you about your options. Again, sorry”.

I looked at my mother in bewilderment and I kinda remember wiping my belly and pulling up my pants. The tech was guiding me to the room next door and I recall asking to go to the restroom. My head began to spin. Just like that, with the words “I have good news and bad news”, my life was turned upside down.

I sat in the room next to the ultrasound room and waited what seemed like forever. Waiting for the phone to ring that would tell me that my baby was dead. The phone did ring and a doctor did call me and began to prattle off all sorts of ways for me to expel the lifeless body that was in my belly, she rattled off words like D & C, misoprostol, surgery or just go home and wait for it to come out on its own. Would you like fries with that or to biggy size it??? It was so nonchalant, I’ve had more remorse from a sales clerk not having shoes in my size than these assholes who just announced that my baby was dead.

I clearly was in shock but I don’t think that this bitch even thought or cared about that. “So what do you want to do”? Um I can’t make a decision right now, was my answer. I think that I need some time to think. “Um ok just call me tomorrow, with your decision, Sorry about this “. I was devastated; I couldn’t believe what I was going through. I called my husband and he was so upset how I was treated. My mother sat there with me in the same shock that I was. She told me that I needed a second opinion. This was for sure.

So I went home and my thinking was, if I have miscarried then like the women on the phone said I can just wait for nature to run its course and the baby will come out on its own and if they are wrong, then I can give the baby some time to grow a bit and have a heartbeat. You may be thinking right now that Luna has lost her mind. But in a way I have. I couldn’t comprehend that these heartless bitches could be right, so I went home with the idea that there must be a reason for this shit to be happening. I was home for a week and I swear that I thought that I could feel the baby move just like before the ultrasound.

I told my husband that I wanted to wait until my next doctors appointment to come around and then I would go and get another ultrasound, then I would be sure that the baby had had a chance to either grow or then I would know without a shadow of  a doubt, the baby was gone. Well he called the doctors office to tell them what I was planning on doing, and within about 15 minutes I received a call telling me to come to the hospital the very next day for another look at the baby to see if there was a heartbeat and that they were sorry for how I was treated the last time I was there. So I went to the hospital with my husband, and I was given the proper amount of time for the ultrasound and I saw that the baby was there with no heartbeat. This time around with another doctor, I was treated like a person. Not like an animal. I was still so terribly sad. Because the days that I was at home I prayed so much to God and Goddess and to all the divine beings in heaven and on earth. But to no avail.

I think it’s been 4 days since I went to the hospital and got the D&C but I still touch my belly like if I still had my precious little Blueberry (that was my nickname for the baby). I can’t believe that after all the terrible times I have had in my life for the past couple of years, losing the jobs, losing the house, losing so much that I could still be brought even lower.

The reason for me posting this isn’t to show you how bitter, sad, depressed, angry or tired I am of all this shit that has happened to me and my family. But to show you that despite all this my faith in God and the Goddess is still as strong if not stronger by it.

After I left that hospital the first time, I went home and begged, prayed, and pleaded with the God/dess to make Blueberry well. To let that bitch who gave me my “good news, bad news” to be fucking wrong! I also prayed that if I had to lose my baby to at least trade me something for the pain that I would endure in the coming months and possibly years… To trade me a better world for my kids that I have now, and for a better kind of people on this planet for my future baby. That’s what I asked for. I went to sleep every night in tears, I walked around the house in tears all day long, until the morning of the D&C when I got up and felt completely numb. I had so many people praying for me and my family, that I truly felt like I was being shielded against the fear, and pain that was about to come. I have never had surgery before, never had to deal with this kind of situation ever before in my life. On this day I woke up and got dressed and I noticed that I was being taken care of by God and the Goddess. I understand the poem the footprints in the sand now. I was not alone nor have I ever been.

We have moved from that horrible neighborhood to a very nice one. Not once have I heard gunfire, or someone yelling outside because of being intoxicated or on drugs, not one prostitute walks in front of my house either. My husband had gotten a part time job that got us into a rental property that is awesome.  The kid’s school is closer, and the kids are looking forward to having friends come over. My life has taken some of the worst turns I have ever had to face. But not once was I alone to handle it. I am holding my hand out to God and Goddess to help me with the pain of losing my baby and though it is way too soon for me to feel the difference in healing I know that I will someday. I have two footprints in the sand and not one of them are mine.

One night a man had a dream. He dreamed

he was walking along the beach with the LORD.

Across the sky flashed scenes from his life.

For each scene he noticed two sets of

footprints in the sand: one belonging

to him, and the other to the LORD.

When the last scene of his life flashed before him,

he looked back at the footprints in the sand

He noticed that many times along the path of

his life there was only one set of footprints.

He also noticed that it happened at the very

lowest and saddest times in his life.

This really bothered him and he

questioned the LORD about it:

“LORD, you said that once I decided to follow

you, you’d walk with me all the way.

But I have noticed that during the most

troublesome times in my life,

there is only one set of footprints.

I don’t understand why when

I needed you most you would leave me.”

The LORD replied:

“My son, my precious child,

I love you and I would never leave you.

During your times of trial and suffering,

when you see only one set of footprints,

it was then that I carried you.”

Blessed Be

Luna Noir