Spell: Dream Magic Communication

Dream Magick
By Silver RavenWolf

Do you ever want to get an important message through to someone, but you just don’t know how to do it?

Here is what you do:

1. Determine precisely what it is you want them to hear, or perhaps feel. Write down your wish on a piece of paper in simple sentence form.

2. Make a dream pillow using a small square of fabric and a little batting. Throw in a pinch of lavender and rosemary. Put in the piece of paper last, then sew up the end.

3. Put the dream pillow on your altar. Do an altar devotion to center yourself, then create sacred space. Cast a circle and call the quarters if you like, but is isn’t necessary.

4. Center yourself, then hold your hands over the dream pillow and say the following:
Holy Mother, Goddess Divine,
I stand before your sacred shrine.
This person won’t listen or hear
My words tickle at deafened ear.
Holy Mother, Goddess Divine,
Send a dream, awaken the mind.
Through his/her vision he/she might live
The nightmare/passion/lesson he/she so freely give.
Holy Mother, Goddess Divine
Send them your enchanted design
Clear out the cobwebs, tear down walls
Carry my message through spirit calls.

Feel free to change the incantation to suit your purpose.

Published in: on February 13, 2009 at 12:06 pm  Comments (1)  
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Past life/astral

When I was little, I used to fly a lot in my dreams. I had one place in particular that I would travel to, and I just loved going there.

It was winter and victorian era, and we were in what I think is Russia. We were well-off, if not nobility then close. I was a little girl, with a blue button down coat over fancy dress. I wore a hat, gloves, and carried a muff. I was wearing boots that had to be laced up special and I felt all grown up in my fancy clothes. I was always about 5 years old in this experience. I was with my mother, whom I adored, and my father, whom I also adored. We were at some type of group of shops. It was night and snowing and I remember the tall gas lamps. It was so exciting because my parents were buying me a doll.

I was so happy when they placed that doll in my hands. She had a porcelain head and wore a fancy dress much like mine. I felt such overwhelming love.
I would always wake up after getting the doll, and always wished I could go back.

I had this same experience many, many times as a child, and maybe there was more that I have since forgotten.
I went there once as an adult, but its been many years since my final visit there. I miss it.

Published in: on July 15, 2008 at 1:24 pm  Leave a Comment  
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