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Another rapture prediction failed. The goddess makes no such predictions. The world is in perfect order. The turn of the seasons. The gleam of new fallen snow. The crisp Autumn leaves. So many Christians are so wrapped up in heaven the forget about the here and now
Don't forget that this is here now! Real and vital! Don't let the wonder of the world escape you. We live and grow. I live not for the promise of the Greenland's but for the simple things embrace your life. And not focus on a Rapture that may never come.
It's a gift! Embrace it!
Blessed be
RIKKI
 
It's normal to have a church marquee put information up, it's also normal for them to make it a funny saying and some are better at it than others. The one right near the house I go by all the time is always preaching Doom and Obligation and I have always wondered who want to attend a place with heavy vibes like that? The world has humor and light in it too but some just never see it.

We're here right now for a reason and predicting the Rapture isn't it.
 
The "Rapture" is a man-made invention only about 200 years old. I am not aware of the Church Fathers believing in anything like it.
 
From Anna's FB as her dad and stepmom get married this weekend.

She’s seen me through every version of me.

The confident one.
The exhausted one.
The crying-in-the-car-because-it’s-all-too-much one.

She’s the friend who doesn’t need an invite — she just shows up.
Coffee in one hand, a hug in the other.

She’s the one I text when I can’t find the words,
the one who’s seen the mess, the chaos, the parts I don’t post.

We’ will raise my children side by side,
shared late-night breakdowns and belly laughs that healed something in both of us.

She’s proof that family isn’t always who you’re born with —
sometimes it’s who walks into your life and decides to stay.

Not my mother by blood.
But my MOTHER in every way that counts.
I LOVE YOU LAURA!
I LOVE YOU MOM.
 
Lady of the silver moon
Enchantress of the night
Protect me and mine within this circle fairly cast.
Earth Mother, mother of the sleeping earth,
Keep safe all who gather here
Within the protective shelter of your arms.

By the earth that is Her body,
By the air that is Her breath,
By the fire that is Her bright spirit,
And by the living waters of Her womb,
Our circle is cast,
None shall come to harm here,
From any forces,
On any level.

As we will,
So shall it be done.
As we will,
So mote it be.
 
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When I Realized I’d Been Ignoring My Inner Voice

Last month, I sat by my bedroom window, watching the moon rise…
and for the first time in years, I felt something I had forgotten:

A quiet pull.
A gentle whisper.
A sense that my soul was trying to tell me something.

For most of my life, I pushed aside my intuition —
too busy caring for others, too focused on routines, too exhausted to listen.

But as the years pass, things shift.
The outside noise gets softer…
and the inner voice gets louder.

I don’t mean anything dramatic.
Just small nudges — feelings you can’t explain, moments of déjà vu, emotions you didn’t expect.
Little signs that your heart still has stories it wants to write…
even now, especially now.

I used to think purpose was something you find in your twenties or thirties.
But recently, I’ve started to believe that purpose changes with age.
It deepens.
It softens.
It becomes more honest.

It’s strange —
the older we get, the more our soul wants to be heard.
Not through big events, but through gentle guidance.

And maybe we ignore it because we don’t know how to interpret it anymore.

These days, I find myself paying attention to things I once brushed aside —
my birth month
my patterns
the emotions tied to the moon’s cycle
the feeling that certain phases of life return in cycles, too.

If you’ve been feeling slightly “off,” or like you’re entering a new chapter without a map…
you’re not alone.

Sometimes all we need is a little light to remind us of who we are —
not who we were for our families,
not who we were for society,
but who we’ve quietly been becoming all along.

And often, the moon reveals more than we expect when we finally pay attention.
 
Good morning! Let's start the day with a powerful reminder: the energy we focus on is the energy we attract. When we focus on the blessings in our lives, we open ourselves up to more abundance and joy. Shift your gaze to the good things, no matter how small they may seem, and watch your life transform. Choose gratitude, choose positivity, and choose to see the beauty in every moment. Have a wonderful day!
Tune out the negative and embrace the positive!
Blessed be
Rikki
 
Rikki, these are the exact things I've been working on for quite awhile and I think they are finally bearing some fruit. I have a naturally melancholy personality and 47 years of bad habits to reform. This may sound strange, but I'm looking at many people of my parents' generation as a cautionary tale. They didn't address things such as mental health and the bigger existential questions of their own individual lives, and now they are firmly locked into a mind state of bitterness and anger. I don't want that!
 
"Good morning! Today, let's start with a grateful heart. May we focus on the blessings, no matter how small they may seem. May we appreciate the people, experiences, and opportunities that bring joy to our lives. Let's choose gratitude in every moment, and watch our lives transform in amazing ways. What are you grateful for today?
Find good in today!
Blessed be
Rikki
 
:When you're feeling drained, remember that every step forward is a step closer to your goal. Take a deep breath, push through the exhaustion, and keep moving. You've got this. Celebrate small wins along the way, and don't be afraid to take breaks when you need them. Your determination will carry you through, and the prize will be worth it.
Blessed be
Rikki
 
Each and every day I tell The Universe how immensely grateful I am for absolutely everything - and I do not mean material possessions. We are happy as clams here and quite content and we all know nothing lasts forever.
 
A Necklace for the Witch Who Sees What Others Cannot.
Not just jewelry. A circle of symbols. Each one holds a whisper of ancient magic.
The Crimson Oracle Crescent Choker blends celestial power with gothic elegance. A crescent moon rests at the center. Around it hang watchful eyes, radiant sigils, and deep crimson stones that glow like drops of a blood moon.
The moon for intuition.
The eye for hidden truth.
The crimson stone for quiet power.
Bold. Enchanting. Unmistakably mystical.
Not just an accessory.
A talisman for those who walk their own magical pathreceived_822414393451951.jpeg
 
The time has come, dear people, for us to remember what this springtime means to us in wicca . As we celebrate Passover and Easter, new life comes in spring for it is a time of new beginnings. Whether it is the birth of new animals or new leaves and flowers coming to life, one Goddess, the creator of all things on earth, made this possible. From the water to the air, the earth to the sky, and the fire and spirit, the elements of nature are all here for a reason. I wish you all happy blessings this joyous in the promise of new life, beginnings, and many good things to transpire. Have a wonderful spring holiday everyone!
Blessed be
Rikki
 
The Goddess has ways one dose not know or understand. Debbie arrived at my dad's funeral at a crossroads. Her future in the balance. The shadow of the past haunting her. She took my dad's death hard. The funeral was especially difficult for Debbie. She spent a lot of time in grief. On easter I invited her to perform the rebirth ritual. As the hag passes to the maiden
I perform it once a year. Some like priestesses Anna once a month. During the ritual she experienced an indwelling of the Goddess. She saw her own failings.
She moved quickly to heal the rift between herself and Us.
Once back in Columbus she will move to heal the rift between herself and Zoe her former partner. The Goddess moves expertly to mend those wounds. From death to life. The cycle continues...
Blessed be
Rikki
 
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