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If you’ve been reading this blog for a while, you’ve probably guessed that health is an important subject here at Maiden’s Circle. I believe that if one intends to serve in any way, one must be well in all aspects. That means spiritually, mentally, and physically.
The internet is host to tons of websites about having a healthy body. You can find anything from diet plans to entire wellness agendas. Looking for that kind of information is how I came across bullet journaling. And we all know how I feel about that.
It shouldn’t be a surprise that I love hunting for ways to incorporate my spiritual practice into literally every aspect of my life. That includes my health and fitness routine. So, today I want to talk about the Pagan things I do to stay balanced and healthy.
Here in New York, it’s easy to feel bogged down by the energy of such a dense population. If you are someone who’s sensitive to those energies, it can affect both your mood and body. This could lead to bouts of depression or irritability, and even to physical illness.
It’s important that we make cleansing and shielding part of our daily routine—or at least something we do whenever we go out. The easiest method I have found for this is to incorporate a short visualization in with my morning drink of water. Drinking water is something I have to do every morning to function like a person. Since it’s going to happen daily, it’s easy to see the water as a purifying, expanding light source. As I drink, I am cleansed and balanced.
If I’m going out, I will often do a shielding meditation during my morning commute. In fact, you can add meditation to anything you do. It’s the perfect way to add a little spirituality to your mundane life.
Like the need to regularly cleanse and protect our bodies, mental health is imperative to living a well-grounded, Pagan lifestyle. As someone living with a mood disorder, I have always been interested in mindset “hacks.”
My favorite method of altering a negative mindset is to use affirmations. Affirmations, for those who don’t know, are statements meant to support and empower by repeated use.
I use a number of affirmations that keep my mind from going dark, such as “I am naturally healthy” or “I am strong in mind, body, and spirit.” Speaking the words every day, or even just once a week, has drastically improved my outlook and energy levels.
To further keep my mood up (and keep track of it when it isn’t), I set daily intentions. Each night before bed, I decide how I want to spend the following day and note it in my bullet journal. I include any physical exercise I want to do, along with the energy I’d like to rule my day.
This all leads to me starting my day with intention. When I wake up with goals, I generally feel better. Why this is, I’m not 100% sure, but it may have something to do with having a sense of purpose. When we have that sense of purpose, it’s a lot easier to care about our own well-being.
Of course, visualizations and affirmations aren’t necessarily Pagan methods. One definite Pagan health tool is the use of spells. Spells can be cast for just about anything, so why not for better health? In fact, spells for health are among the top three most requested spell types in the Pagan community—including spells for love and spells for money.
Because I practice daily activities towards healthy living, I don’t need to cast health spells all that often. Still, there are times when my usual meditations could use a boost, and then I work a little magick.
Coincidently, I’m in the process of writing a book of spells for a healthy Pagan lifestyle. It’s a lot more well-organized and in-depth than any blog post could cover. It contains a handful of spells and a bit of bonus material that cover all aspects of healthy living.
I suppose this is the first “official” announcement of 10 Spells for the Healthy Witch. So, woohoo! The book will be available in the fall and should be available for pre-order in late Summer.
In 10 Spells for the Healthy Witch, I offer spells for sleep, for breaking bad habits, for dealing with anxiety, and so much more. I am so excited to share this with you and I know you’re going to love it!
There you have it. These are just a few of the methods I use to maintain a healthy lifestyle. I focused on mental and spiritual health because I believe those are necessary for physical health.
On top of that, there are a million sources with information on how to be physically healthy. Unfortunately, the same can’t be said for finding spiritual balance nor for incorporating your spiritual “self” with your physical and mental “selves.”
Yes, we have a lot more Pagan health resources now than we did just ten years ago, but it’s still far from adequate. It’s necessary to work towards health and balance on all levels of being if we are to fulfill our purpose in this lifetime.
It’s likely that this topic will be revisited in the future, because there’s so much more I could say. I’m still in the process of healing and learning the best way to care for myself.
I still have some unhealthy habits I’m working on—like staying up way too late. As I type this, it’s a quarter to four in the morning. Nights like these are rather common for me, and they used to be a huge problem.
Now, I work in the afternoon, and so I get to sleep in—but there was a time when my bad sleeping habits affected my school and my jobs. During that time, I wrote a spell to help myself sleep at night.
I think it’s appropriate to share that with you here now. If you’re a night owl like me, take this spell and sleep with the brightest of blessings. May you awake refreshed and ready to start a successful new day!
Sleep come easy,
Sleep be sweet.
Goddess hold me,
From head to feet.
When night should fall,
Before morning comes.
By midnight play
The Sandman’s song.
To dream through night,
To wake with ease.
As I will it,
So shall it be.
What do you do to stay healthy and incorporate your spiritual practice in your health routine? What’s most important to you when it comes to being healthy?
Send me your responses in the comments!
Lady Morgana Brighid HP MCCA
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This week/month/year has been hectic, to say the least. It seems that there’s been one change after another—many good, some not so much. This week in particular, I’ve bounced from one thing to another and I never seemed to find the time to write a proper entry. So, I’ve decided to share a super short story I wrote two years ago after a long meditation. I do intend to have a regularly scheduled post in the following weeks, but I have a couple medical procedures coming up that may prevent me from writing. If that does happen, I’ll be sure to update you. With that, I hope you enjoy the story. Please feel free to share your opinions and reactions!
With boundless love and blessings,
Lady Morgana Brighid, HP MCCA
There is a Sickness, and it is poisoning a country. It is killing a People in massive numbers. It is taking children from their mothers’ hands, taking fathers and breaking them, turning them into beasts of labor. It is slaughtering human beings, and there is little consequence because it doesn’t believe they are human beings.
They scream and fight. “We bleed, we cry. We breathe!”
And It thinks, “So? Cows bleed and cry and breathe. We still make our boots with their asses.”
The people don’t give up, yelling, “We’re human! We laugh, we love, we have souls.”
The Sickness laughs and says, “How can that be? You don’t look like me. I built this world standing on your back. You have soles? You must be shoes.”
The People wail, “You’re wrong! We’re your mothers, your grandfathers. We have always been and you were born of our breasts. We are the ancestors of your ancestors.”
The Sickness grins. Its face morphs.
Its voice draws blood to the ears of the People as it responds, “No. You are the ancestors of those I have infected. I am something separate, born of greed and jealousy and lost souls. Your sick children are blind. They will never remember you. As long as I live within them, you’ll be their enemy. They’ll beat you, imprison you, enslave you. They’ll kill you and soon you will become infected. They’ll rape you, dear mothers. They’ll ridicule and crush you, grandfathers. They’ll build a world around destroying and using you. And the best part of all is that they think they’re doing ‘the right thing!’ But they don’t know that each wound they inflict upon you becomes their own. They can’t feel it, I have numbed them. Each wound they give you, weakens you, so that I can begin to infect you, too. And now, they have created a system that all but guarantees your destruction. Go ahead and fight back. Your anger and pain will open you more to me. Give in, for there is no cure.”
The People wept.
Mothers stand in the blood of their sons. Infected children murder other children. The People fall to their knees and weep. They weep for the dead and for the infected killers, for the broken and for the lost. The people weep and their weeping becomes a hum, the hum a melody, and the melody a song. The song rises louder, filled with the pain of a million souls. The noise thunders. The infected hit harder, cut deeper, trying to quiet it. But the People will not be silenced, and finally the Other hears their suffering.
One-by-one, the Other calls to the People, quietly at first, whispering its way through the Sickness. The People begin to open their eyes to gaze upon this newcomer. Their eyes burn as the Other shines dimly above them, and the souls of the People are set alight.
Only those willing to burn can hear the Other speak. “I have heard your song, I have seen what the Sickness is doing.”
The People lamented, “There is no cure. We are doomed. We are doomed!”
The Other reaches forward and touches the People. It bandages their wounds, feeds their moaning stomachs, and gathers their tears.
It asks, “Have you forgotten me, like your infected children have forgotten you?”
The People shake their heads, “The Sickness is strong. We’ve almost forgotten ourselves.”
The Other laughs, a warm, musical sound. Again and again It reaches forward, touching the People, many already infected. Each person touched begins to see a bit more clearly, begins to feel like they are waking up. Their souls burn hotter, and the more they awake, the brighter the Other glows.
Again, it speaks, kissing the brow of the People. “Look up and remember me, for in my memory you’ll find yourselves. Remember, before the Sickness, I was with you. Remember, before the changes, you and the infected were one People. You have forgotten, Children of Africa, that you are more than mothers and fathers, more than slaves and victims. You are Kings and Queens. You are the First People and you will be the last. You possess ancient knowledge and infinite power. Know, then, that you are noble. Know that you are eternal. Rise, Pharaohs, daughters of Nefertiti, sons of Isis. Rise and remember! Open your hearts to me and you will find your cure.”
Upon this proclamation, the People begin to leat in joy. Their weeping becomes laughter as the Other floods their senses. Elated, the People dance and stomp! Their dancing shakes the earth and, in so doing, disturbs the Sickness. The People are no longer at the mercy of the Infected, but instead, are spreading their new-found vision. Over and over, Infected fall to their knees as the Other’s light spreads throughout their being. They rise, once again as part of the People, cured.
The Sickness howls, furious and afraid. It sets fire to homes and sends its darkest agents to corrupt the newly cured, but its efforts are in vain.
The strength of the People is undeniable.
The Sickness shutters at the uproarious din, weakened by its power. The light of the Other spreads to every corner, illuminating every soul. The Sickness begins to fade, no longer able to feed on the People. More and more Infected are cured, and the People stand tall.
They remember themselves, “We are mighty! We are free!”
A few Infected can never be cured, but they have no control. The world is a star, burning with the light of the People, and it is exquisite!
The Sickness that had ruled for centuries, dwelling in the hearts of men, is finally obliterated. Eradicated from the collective conscious, the world becomes a Utopia. The People are once again One People, the children grow to be elderly, and mothers rejoice. No longer is the Other an ancient memory, it is within the People. And there it will remain, forever.
The end. ©
Originally posted here: https://voixdewilder.wordpress.com/2015/07/