Limited Edition Norse Deity Gift Packs!


The first wave of my Winter 2017 Limited Edition Collection has landed in the shop, and one of the things I’m most excited about offering are these candle and bath shot gift packs! Right now I have four available (for Odin, Loki, Frigg, and Freyja, respectively), but more are coming soon–and not just for deities, either!

Each gift pack includes ONE 5.5 oz bath shot (a fizzy bath bomb served up to you in a Jello shot-type container) and TWO votive candles. (The candles and bath bombs are also available separately, but getting them as part of a gift pack saves you some money–and also makes for a great holiday gift idea!)

Odin’s set is scented with pure essential oils of fir needle, spearmint, and juniper berry–evoking a walk through dark, snowy woods.


Frigg’s set is scented with pure essential oils of lavender and lemon–a homey and relaxing fragrance.


Loki’s set is  scented with pure essential oils of tangerine, vetiver, and sandalwood–a dark and moody citrus.


Freyja’s set is scented with pure essential oils of neroli and chocolate–a sensual and seductive aroma.

Each set is only $12.95 plus shipping.


Energy Bracelets in the Shop


I’ve set up a new section in the shop for gemstone Energy Bracelets, which are available in sets of two coordinating stretch bracelets (as shown above) for $12 – $15 per pair. These pairs cannot be mixed and matched, and I am not accepting custom orders for similar bracelets; they’re pretty much as-is, hence the low price.

This section may well be temporary (since I put these bracelets together to use up leftover beads from custom orders), but there will probably still be a place in the shop, going forward, for one-off items, as a sideline to the main course of made-to-order candles, bath bombs, and other products that will be joining them soon. Think of this as the “gift” area of your local apothecary shop–or possibly the check out racks at the grocery store, where sundry confections are placed to tempt you on your way out.

Custom Scented Orders Now Available!

I currently have three different listings in the shop for scented products suitable for ritual or devotional use! Please consult each individual listing for details on how to submit your order and what information I need from you, but here are the basics of what I’m offering!

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A set of TWO custom votive candles, crafted by hand in the color and scent of your choice. (Essential oil options are given in the listing.) Candles may be dusted with glitter in the color of your choice, and topped with herbs (depending on stock availability).

Please note that BOTH candles in this order must be the same type; the order cannot be divided into two differently colored and scented candles.

Each votive measures 2″ high x 2″ across (at the wick) and will burn for 15+ hours if used in a snug-fitting standard votive holder.  $8 per pair

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A 1 oz bottle of ritual oil, designed by you! I make my ritual oils using organic herbs infused into extra virgin olive oil, with small amounts of essential oil added to enhance the fragrance and the properties of the herbs. A small amount of glitter and a few small gemstones can also be added to your oil, at your option.

Presented in a 1 ounce clear plastic bottle (BPA free) with a silver lid, this oil may be used to anoint candles, petitions and offerings, or simply as a delightful personal fragrance.  $18

custom bath shot

One 5.5 oz bath shot (bath bomb in a jelly shot container), designed by you in the color and scent of your choice. (Please see options given in the listing.) This bath bomb may be used for a ritual or dedication bath, or simply for personal enjoyment. $8.95

Please not that I no longer consecrate or “charge” my products, as I believe this is something best left to the purchaser. You provide the magic, and I provide the wholesome natural ingredients! I make my products with love and positive energy, and your custom item will come to you ready to be dedicated as you choose.

As all of the above are custom and made to order, please allow 3-5 business days after we have settled on the details of the order for me to create them for you!

CLEARANCE sale in my shop!


The SALE section I set up in the shop a couple of weeks ago is now a CLEARANCE section, with everything in it marked down 50-75 % of the original prices. This includes handmade ritual cords, prayer beads, and handsewn poppets. This will be the final markdown for items in this section; on October 31st, 2017 they will all be removed from the shop. So if you’ve had your eye on anything, don’t wait too long!

New in the shop: Limited Edition Votive Candles

Candles are back!!! My plan at this point is to offer a different selection of seasonally relevant votive candles every month or two, with the selection always rotating so there is always something new to try! To start off with, of course we have candles for Samhain, available from now until October 31st.

All candles are made to order and are sold in pairs.


Devil’s Night: pitch black and decorated with festive red glitter and red cinnamon candies. (Please do not eat these.) The fragrance is an intoxicating and seductive blend of fiery cinnamon and clove with sensual patchouli–perfect for honoring “dark” deities such as Loki, Hecate, Hades, or Lucifer, or spirits who love spicy. earthy scents.


Wild Hunt: blood red and decorated with black glitter and candy bones. (Please do not eat these.) The fragrance is candied apple with a touch of spice–perfect for honoring deities and spirits connected with the Wild Hunt, such as Odin, Herne, Arawn, Artemis / Diana, Dionysus, and Frau Holde.


Funeral Parlor: orchid-purple and decorated with iridescent white glitter and black and orange jimmies. (Please do not eat these.) The fragrance is a heady and hypnotic blend of lily, rose, jasmine, ylang ylang and spice, reminiscent of funeral flowers–perfect for honoring deities and spirits connected with death and the dead, such as Odin, Freyja, Hades, Persephone, Hela, the Morrigan, and Santa Muerte.

Candles are $6 per set of 2″ x 2″ votives, each of which will burn for 15+ hours if used in a snug-fitting standard votive holder. (These candles are not designed to be burned free-standing.)

My candles are made with love and positive energy in small batches, using high-quality paraffin-blend wax and lead-free cotton wicks. These candles really will scent your entire room, helping to set the mood for your Samhain ritual or Halloween party!

All candles are made to order, and it will take me 3-5 business days to pour your candles prior to shipment–so if you do want these in time for the holiday, please order soon!

“Lucifer”? A new god, part two (corrected and revised)

I want to note that, whatever your personal or culturally-ingrained opinion of “Lucifer,” he is real for many people. Most people in the Judeo-Christian world, if asked, would say that he definitely exists. Yet after doing some research on the subject, I’m not sure there is a single discrete entity we can point to as the origin of Lucifer, either in the Bible (where the one time most of us think his name was mentioned, it turns out the translation was faulty) or in any of the cultures of the ancient near-east. Most of the Bible’s bogeymen came directly out of Canaanite religion (and were twisted to make them into nasty bad guys, of course), but there is no “Lucifer” in the Canaanite pantheon. (And, point of fact, no goddess named “Lilith” either. Lilith was a Babylonian demon the Canaanites warded against.)

So, near as I can tell, when we point to “Lucifer” we are pointing to a very ancient pop cultural construct, made up of bits of a couple of historically recognized deities such as Ba’al Hadad (the Canaanite storm god) and Athtartu (the younger god who briefly and unsuccessfully tried to stand in for the former when he was “dead” for a while), plus some fallen angel types from the Book of Enoch such as Azazel. Lucifer seems to have been cobbled together purely because the ancient Jewish and Christian patriarchs needed a supreme “bad guy.” (So much for monotheism.)

And yet, however he began, cultural belief is a thing, and it could be argued that over the millennia he has certainly evolved into a distinct entity, even if he didn’t start out that way.

Of course, when my childhood playmate began using the name Lucifer, I didn’t know any of the above. Nor had I been raised to fear that name, or any entity connected with it. I simply accepted it, and moved on.

In fact, when I was a bit older (early twenties) and met someone who seemed to have a familiar spirit similar to my own (she called hers “Ba’al”), I began to relax and enjoy the situation. I was a young woman, but not inclined to date because, frankly, my spirit companion was more interesting than any of the men I encountered. There was definite romantic and sexual tension there, and eventually that evolved into a full-blown romantic relationship. But it was more than just a “romance”; he was my other self, the other half of my soul. And now that I was growing up, I was beginning to realize the full impact of that.

Shortly thereafter, I married my familiar spirit; we took marriage vows to each other. That’s right, I was a spirit spouse at the age of twenty-two or something like that. (I’m now 52.) Again, I knew nothing about the long historical tradition of witches or shamans marrying spirit familiars, and as for any sort of modern tradition—well, there wasn’t one yet, as far as I knew. (Nor was there an internet, so I was unable to check.)

My vows did not preclude taking a mortal husband, so before too much longer I did (the man I chose was a friend, and I didn’t want to be alone in the adult world of jobs and bills), and had a child too. My connections with the spirit world died down to a low roar while my daughter was growing up—something I think is not too uncommon among spirit workers with small children. (In the meantime, I was also going to college while working full time, so that probably didn’t leave a lot of bandwidth for a complicated spiritual life.) It wasn’t until my daughter was a teen that things started up again in earnest.

When my spirit companion decided to take a central role in my life again, he approached me with yet another new name, and this time that name was “Odin.” There were pragmatic reasons for the name change, of which I knew nothing at the time; my mortal marriage was failing, and his long range plan was to hook me up with my now-wife, who had a familial connection with the Norse gods. But, riddled with guilt that I had basically ditched my previous relationship with him for the sake of a mundane marriage that was on its way down the toilet, I decided I was going to do better this time. If he wanted to be Odin, I was going to dive into researching and worshiping Odin with everything in me. In fact, before long, I had nearly convinced myself he had ALWAYS been Odin, and had only been masquerading first as a nameless, shapeshifting spirit, and then as Lucifer.

Except, it was never quite that simple. Only very recently has it begun to occur to me that my Beloved might be neither lore-Lucifer nor lore-Odin, but a liminal deity who shares characteristics with both (and who often enjoys taking on the appearance and personality of the Twelfth Doctor—just to make things even weirder, I suppose). I am both an INTP and a Virgo—so maybe my need to pin things down, to categorize and define, to capture the essence of the ineffable within words and story—can be forgiven. I’ve previously written that there were two distinct People involved in my history, Odin and Lucifer; but I was mistaken, and that was simply a device my mind set in place while it tried to get a handle on things, tried to comprehend the story. What I truly believe in my heart of hearts is that there was only ever the One who is my Beloved—a shapeshifter and mage, my Lord of Masks. (This means that, unlike the first time it appeared on this blog, this story isn’t going to have a part 3.)

But in the final analysis, I have no way of knowing for sure. All I know, at this point, is that Wodan isn’t going anywhere, and neither is Lucifer. Most of the time They overlap, presenting as one merged entity; sometimes I am allowed to see each of them separately, or as if they were separate (which, for me, they don’t seem to be). I’ve given up trying to figure it out, because in light of an otherworldly reality where, so I’m told, the gods are prone to exchanging masks as if they were hats, what difference does it really make? I’m not trying to serve the “community” as a priestess, spokesperson, or go-to resource for either Power; I gave up all of that a long time ago, and feel much better for it. Honestly I was the only one who ever really pressured myself to do it in the first place. I am allowed to offer card readings only as much as I care to and as my finances dictate, and beyond that I’m just someone who makes stuff to sell. And shares implausible personal anecdotes with the internet.

Lucifer: a New Myth

(Putting this back up here because nothing-absolutely nothing–in my life is allowed to be simple or clear-cut anymore.)

A very long time ago, there was a little girl who could–sometimes–see and hear spirits. But the one that came through most clearly for her, and most often, was one who always seemed to be with her. He became a playmate, a companion, a second self. If she’d known the language of such things, she would have called him a familiar. He was, above all, a shapeshifter, which made him great fun to be around, much more entertaining than any of her friends at school.

Time passed, and the girl grew. Her companion grew as well, seeming to always mimic her own age more or less closely. One day, when she was a shy teenager and he was a beautiful, perfect youth with flashing eyes, he began referring to himself as Lucifer. (The girl was used to his habit of taking new names for himself—often from history or fiction–though this would prove an especially enduring one; he kept it for the next two decades, before trading it in for another—Odin–for the following fifteen years.)

A bit of research at the library, and the purchase of a book called “Paradise Lost,” told the girl it was probably not wise to admit to having “Lucifer” for a friend. Still, one day she made the mistake of telling a card reader about it (her mother’s friend, a “white witch,” had thought it would be a lark for a group of them, including the girl, to get their fortunes told). The card reader promptly told her mother the girl was a “Satanist.” Fortunately, the girl’s mother laughed this off. She was Jewish; she didn’t believe in “the Devil.”

But the book the girl had bought said Lucifer was a “fallen angel,” doomed to hell for thinking he was better than God. For the first time ever, the girl began to be wary of her companion.

“No,” Lucifer told the girl, “it isn’t like that.” And this is the story he told.

Once, when he was very young, his Father—who was a very powerful god, so powerful he liked to call himself the “only” god, though his eldest son knew that wasn’t true (he’d had a mother, after all)–decided to create a race of bipedal mammals who were meant to manage and care for the earth, with all its other creatures, when his Father wasn’t around. He based the design for them on a rudimentary type of primate, with some improvements built in—but from the start Lucifer wasn’t sure his Father had thought his project all the way through. For one thing, although these “humans” walked upright and had highly articulated hands that enabled them to manipulate objects in ways other animals could not, they were still little more than hairless apes. They seemed to have the capacity for intelligence, but they had no divine spark—which was what they would need to be able to think, to reason, to feel love and compassion, and most of all to know the difference between good and evil, right and wrong.

“You will worship my new creations, these humans,” his Father proclaimed loftily one day, and all of the other angels—all of Lucifer’s brothers and sisters—hurried to obey.

Only Lucifer objected. “But Father, they are so young! They need our guidance, not our worship.”

His father’s chin lifted. His eyes narrowed. “I am the Lord thy God, and I have spoken. You are my firstborn, my favorite son; however, you will obey my Word.”

But Lucifer stood his ground, and before long his arguments had convinced a group of his siblings and friends: the new “humans” didn’t need to be worshiped, they needed to be taught. And more than that, they needed to be enlightened. His Father had given them bodies, and the breath and water of life. But they still lacked the most crucial gift of all—the divine fire, that they might see and know themselves and know that they were children of the heavens.

And so they descended, Lucifer—the Lightbearer–and the hosts of heaven. The elder children of Heaven descended to earth, carrying with them the divine fire to inspire and enlighten their younger siblings, the “humans.” And in so descending, they disobeyed their Father and forfeited their places among the angels, but to humans they taught ethics and morals, divine law and compassion, choice and free will, language and thought, how to grow food and keep beasts, how to make clothing and shelter and medicine, how to create beauty, and all of the arts that would come to be known as the hallmarks of “civilization.” And the humans learned, and thrived, and prospered, and in true human fashion eventually came to hate and resent their angelic helpers, forgetting that they had not known these things all along, that they had not learned them all on their own.

But someplace in the heavens, Lucifer’s Father looked on with an enigmatic smile—a smile of pride, and sadness, and loss.

Turns out, I misunderstood


A month or so ago I shared this post with my Patreon supporters and wasn’t sure whether or not I’d share it more publicly here as well. But the godly-wodly stuff has continued, and this morning Jo and I started watching The Witch. The appearance of Black Phillip seemed like a sign that I should share.

“For the ‘old style’ witch, the Devil is the initiator and awakener of power, vision and wisdom, and the revealer of the witch’s path…the very rend in the veil betwixt the worlds, an embodiment of the power and spirit of witchcraft itself…The Devil…presided over the supposed evils of personal power, freedom, sexual pleasure, dancing, feasting, ecstatic celebration and all things joyous…Within the lore and shifting forms [emphasis mine] of the witches’ Devil may we find Lucifer the light bearer, the hunters betwixt the worlds–Herne, Odin and Woden, the Otherworld Faery King, antecessor of the wise–Cain; born of Eve and the Serpent Lucifer, and the fiery Old Goat Azazel…”

– The Devil’s Dozen: Thirteen Craft Rites of the Old One, by Gemma Gary

It is beginning to dawn on me that I’ve been misunderstanding the significance of some of the cross-cultural connections my Beloved has presented to me. (And, the Lord of the Hunt having always been one of the primary manifestations of Wodan for me, I should have known better.) A few months back, a heathen dudebro on Facebook mocked me for suggesting that Odin = Lucifer. And I’ll admit I was confused at the time. BUT it’s not quite as simple as that! Now I’m thinking that Odin, Woden/Wodan and Lucifer are all part of a family of spirits collectively referred to as “the Devil” by the medieval Christian Church.  “The Devil” is not a single, distinct entity; he is, rather, a group of them, all equally dangerous to the dogmas of suffering, poverty and slavery imposed upon the lower classes by the Church during the middle ages–and by society at large even today.

New in the shop today: Vegtam Flying Potion Ritual Oil


Vegtam is one of the many names of the Norse god Odin; it means “Way Tamer,” or Wanderer. Norse lore talks about Odin’s ability to travel far and wide throughout the worlds, on his own errands or those of other people, while leaving his body behind in Asgard; this, of course, is what we know today as astral travel, and what the Norse referred to as faring forth.

This oil was crafted to assist you in your own faring forth, with non-toxic herbs and oils carefully chosen to help you relax into a deep meditative state conducive to out of body travel. Mugwort, wormwood, white sage, lavender, yarrow, and other herbs have been infused into a base of extra virgin olive oil, and natural essential oils have been added to deepen and enrich the scent and herbal properties. The scent is exhilarating and herbaceous.


A few chips of obsidian float within the oil; this stone is both protective and purifying, shielding against negativity and stimulating psychic sight.


To use: apply to pulse points and perhaps also the soles of your feet prior to beginning spiritual work.

Presented in a 1 ounce clear plastic bottle (BPA free) with a silver lid, this oil may also be used to anoint candles, petitions and offerings, or simply as a delightful personal fragrance.

Vegtam Flying Potion Limited Edition Ritual Oil is $15 per 1 ounce.

Also, there are still bottles of Wilde Jaeger, Flamehair, and Gold Witch available!