Theft Protection Folk Magic

This is something that I got from my mom.  Growing up, my mom was most definitely a superstitious woman and a lot of old school folk magic cames from the idea that you could do things to ward off undesirable things or change an outcome of something.

Being asian (southeast) my mom had a superstition for just about everything but 1 of them I used pretty often, nearly everyday actually.  This one is to prevent people from stealing from you.

It’s pretty simple. You don’t need anything but yourself and belief in yourself and your own inner magical powers to bring it to fruition.

When your left palm itches this means that money is coming your way.  Sometimes it’s a little but other times when you feel a painful pinch in the center of your palm, that means a lot of money is coming your way.  NEVER scratch the palm of the left or you will lose money.

If the RIGHT palm itches, I draw cross, circle it three time counter clockwise and strike through in the last circle.  In my head I repeat, 1.2.3. you will not steal from me (or my family) and I blow on my palm.  When it keeps happening then someone is pretty intent on getting you money or stealing whatever from you.  IF that happens, then whisper or speak loudly (however you feel is necessary) into your palm and blow it away aggressively.  You can (and I do if they won’t quit) speak a curse or hex upon them which usually consist of something like, “if you steal from me, you’ll lose more than me” or a pep talk “it’s not worth it, do the right thing and work for what you need or ask for help”.  Really it depends on the feeling I am getting from it.

And that’s it for this old school folk remedy for theft.

The picture shown is the Atlantean Cross.  It’s like a seal for those who claim to be spiritual or ancestral decent from the Atlantis.  It was a symbol used for protection and strengthening power.


An Apotrope is an amulet that uses a symbol such as an eye to ward off the evil eye. It’s design is meant to stare back against evil, to shew it away.

Common protection symbols against evil is the Hand of Fatima or the Hamsa. Other symbols or tools can also be used in an Apotrope such as a mirror or a sigil.

It is said that once an Evil Eye is cast upon you that you must clear the evil (subjective term) from yourself and surroundings which can take some time doing if the eye cast on you is super bitter and full of hate.

They say that the evil eye comes from jealousy. Once you’ve cleansed yourself and home of this negative energy you must wear the amulet forever.

Now, I don’t know if is literally forever BUT for a good long while until the person or persons who cast this on you are no longer bitter or hateful or jealous of you. Eventually it will subside but that kind of bad energy does often take a while to dissipate.

Some ideas for the creation of an Apotrope are:

Metals like silver, gold or aluminum, anything that can deflect the energy back. Or metals that can absorb bad energy like copper and hematite. Bismuth can be used to a deflect and absorb and also cleansed and reshaped in hot water.

Dried or pressed Spilanthes. You can press and laminate it (just use tape) or cast it in resin. Put a hole in the tape or resin and wear it around your neck.

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Crystals that can absorb the negative energy like a smokey quartz, clear quartz or black tourmaline. Highly polished black obsidian works well to absorb and deflect. Agates or Jasper that have an 👁 in them.

Peacock Feather.

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Sigils or symbols should be made with the purpose of protection. Think of them as “return to sender” spells but the 👁 is sufficient.

Wear it around your neck, on your wrist, as a ring, or keep it on your body at all times even when sleeping.

Some of the symptoms of the Evil Eye are:

Inability to focus




A feeling of unease that you cannot shake


Repetitive thoughts

Persistent tinnitus

Lavender Hummingbird Nectar

I had some lavender leftover and decided to give the hummingbirds a little sum’n extra.

My husband and I went out shopping today because a new store opened in town so we checked it out. – old post from another site.  This was in late February before the quarantine.

We picked up a new hummingbird feeder and a few other things.

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Hummingbird Nectar is pretty easy to make. It basically sweet ass water. I don’t know any exact ratio but I do something like 2:1.

My husband helped me out with this so it was nice to have him in the kitchen doin’ a little witchy business.

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Pull the buds off, let it heat up but not boil. It only takes maybe 10-15 minutes. Strain, put the water back in the pot and add a cup of sugar. Let it cool then pour.

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Hummingbirds love lavender so since I had dried lavender left over, I felt like making something special for them. And wow is it sweet!

But since you’re here. I also got a few more things for my gardens and alter. 🧡🥰

I loved these because they have a little place to make offerings and/or light a tea light.

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Like A BOSS!
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Baby Buddha. 🥰 So sweet.
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Hopefully he will keep one of my dogs from digging. Cute little gnome and I love the orange hat!
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And of course more tea lights.

Brainwaves Binaural Meditation Help

Sometimes even the most dedicated to meditation practice can lose focus when we become focused on other things in life.  It’s how it is.  Sometimes even those who usually have no trouble diving deep CAN still encounter mental roadblocks that make calming the mind feel impossible.

I am one of those people.  I have been in practice for almost two decades but in that time, I do tend to wonder off track with the daily grind and my mind reminds me that I DO need to realign myself especially when you have a mind like mine that is overwhelmed with anxiety and it never seems to quit talking, contemplating, planning…

When I get lost outside of myself I need help finding my way back.  Being lost doesn’t necessarily mean I have forgotten what I am doing or my goals but that in my mind I have forgotten to “check in” and listen to what my mind and body are saying and they get my attention when I cannot get my heart beat to calm down or I have trouble sleeping or the things that usually bring me joy are no longer doing so, when I notice I am off and cannot relax enough on my own to stop, I do use rituals.

I believe rituals aren’t things that are meant to be ‘worshipped’ so to speak but they help realign your focus, remind you of your own inner personal journey.  There are a number of things people use and they aren’t nearly as woo, woo as some would believe they are, like using them can conjure up demons or invoke the spirits or other weird stuff.

It’s better understood in the sense that they help bring you to focus in a different area that is centered in you “being” not superficial outwardly.  Things like candles, aroma, shrines, symbols, a space dedicated to practice, an amulet, a picture and sounds.

When I get too tightly wound I resort to candles (that usually smell like lavender) and calming meditation music OR if it’s really bad or I am searching my soul for something I use binaural tones to help shift my brain waves.

That’s what they do.  It’s a pulsing sound of sorts in different frequencies.  It’s kind of like when you hear a drum beat and you start to pick up the beat and you become focused on that but you aren’t necessarily trying to, you just do.

The same seems to be at work with these tones.  I must warn that some sources aren’t good ones.  I was using some that came with a sleep app called Sleep Melodies I got off the App Store but those ones made me feel afraid and more anxious than usual.  Perhaps some frequencies had an adverse effect on people, I don’t know but I don’t use them anymore after one night it really freaked me out.  Like it felt like I was going to a dark place NOT a light place.

Now I use Brainwaves.  It’s another app that I found in the Apple App store but it’s not cheap.  It cost about 60$ but offers a one month free trail.  In that one you have a lot more to choose from and from the ones I have used, they do work as intended EVEN though I always think “this isn’t going to work” and then somehow it does.

I just used it the other day after not using it for a while and it worked for me.  Maybe it will work for you.  I do think it works best with headphones though.  I have tried using it without and it doesn’t do the same thing and I think there must be frequencies that are inaudible on regular speakers but you can hear them in the headphones.

Anyways.  I thought maybe it would be a good resource if anyone wants to try it out.  Again, I don’t make money off anything I write here.  I really do just like to share with you what I think works or what doesn’t seem to work.


Good Ass Prana, Baby

I love this guy, Ralph.  He’s a little crazy (in a good way) but he makes me smile and feel good about myself even IF I have never taken the vegan challenge.  I have been watching him for over a year now.  I don’t know if he is truly as happy as he makes himself out to be BUT, for what it’s worth, he does make me smile and just a putting smile on someone’s face can change the whole outlook for the day.

A smile can lead to a laugh, a laugh is like a cure and the cure is found inside. That’s not to say that it will cure seriously illnesses and all that but it does in those moments, make life feel good and whatever is troubling you goes away for a least a moment.

Literally, laughing makes me feel really good and laughing is something I cannot live without.

So, I visit Ralph’s YouTube channel because I know that when I do, “Can I get a hello” and “breath in that good ass prana, baby” is going to make me smile.  It always does.  That, and he makes me feel good about myself.

This one here, to just try means you aren’t a failure.  It can feel hard sometimes to feel like I will never be successful but then again, I look around and I see that I am actually successful.

I am abundantly successful at acknowledging where I have made mistakes, admitting when I have done something bad, accepting that there are things about myself that I cannot change and have changed the things that I could change.

I have two amazing kids, a husband who loves me no matter how annoyed he might get when I move the furniture (again), I have my own little lot on Earth.  Have you ever thought about your home in those terms?  On all the Earth, I have just a tiny little lot I get to call my own -laws, taxes and all that stuff aside.

Anyways, if you ever feel like you need a little boost in your day, Ralph (Infinate Waters) has a way of nudging you towards a better day because it starts with a smile.

“Can I get a hello”  – love that.

Mushrooms, Eagles, Collage of my Thoughts

I was just reading a blog posted by The !n(tro)verted Yogi about his first experience with mushrooms (the magic kind) and it got me thinking back on my experiences with them.  These days, for the record, I am completely sober.  I don’t even smoke weed anymore and I have no desire to.

When I was younger, I did a lot of things that weren’t exactly legal like shrooms or LSD.  The day after my friends would talk about their epic experiences while I was left pondering WTF about mine.

Anyways, I was reading about his and it brought me back to mine.  I left a comment on his blog about his but it dawned on me, from what I wrote that I didn’t see until after I read it back to myself… enlightenment.

I know what you’re talking about. I had done them several times in my youth. All of the experience ls were different ranging from being completely lost in a strange place with spooky trees and a road that never seemed to end.
An epic experience where I became one in the Universe and the blackness of the void was my backdrop and I was the sole musician, the writer. In that experience I was a vivid frog with fongers that could reach all the way down the frets of my guitar and I played like a master of the Universe itself. I could see the music (vibrations) leap off my guitar and float around. -I am pretty sure that in reality It was a mess but the experience was amazing.
In another I had an emotional breakdown amd found looking at myself in the mirror was depressing and butterflies were swarming but they weren’t beautiful.
Again, in another I was free. I climbed walls, could see the ocean stand still but the flowers were turning black.
In every experience though, a couole things were always present. I had to constantly remind myself to breathe. I could not stand the sound of my voice and at some point, the ONLY place I wanted to be was sober.
I have also done deprivation tanks. I ised to work at a medical message fascility that had them. They weren’t really remarkable but at the least, relaxing since I am a tense person all the time.
I have used binereal beats to enhance meditation. One note on that, if you do fall into deep meditation using those, be careful of the ones you use. For whatever reason, I used one and it was anxiety inducing even though it was labeled for relaxation but then with others, the experience was “soaring”. Past life regression. Apparently I was an eagle.
I look forward to hearing about your experiences. I have always wanted to go to mediation camp sort of thing but I cannot be away from my kids for that long.
You’re journey sounds like it will be very interesting. Also, once I wrote a whole thessis on the creation of the universe (i know, i was out of my mind) and by the end of it, my enlightenment was that it was easy to understand how some people can become insane and in the future, with my thoughts, I MUST be cautious so that I don’t fall down the rabit hole.

Spelling and grammar errors aside because I was replying from my phone (excuses, I know but still truth),  Illumination was there but I didn’t see it until now.

My truths, what I know but didn’t recognize then: I have a dark side.  I see death as part of life.  It’s obvious but sometimes I don’t realize how much of myself I give away in such brief thoughts.  To know me well enough, you’d know how beautiful I think that life is.  But what I don’t really talk about is how terrified of dying I actually am and how sad it really makes me.

I don’t live the full and exciting life that I wish I could.  I don’t even come close.  I don’t even have any friends really.  I have some people I speak a few words with now and then but really, it’s been a long time since I have actually had any pals to hang out with, talk to or have a drink with (the drinking part is actually a good thing though).  Still, it doesn’t matter.  I love life deeply even when it doesn’t treat me very good.

I have spent most of my life telling myself over and over again that it’s okay.  You’ll be okay and you’ll get through this and it will pass.  Give all things time and the pain will subside and you’ll be happy again.  I just have to wait it out.

Still, even in those times there’s always something worth holding on to.  Maybe it’s a rainbow, a butterfly, a flower, something my kid’s said, a hug from my husband.  All those little things ARE the BIG things to me.  I have the most interesting thoughts (at least to me they are) about the most random of things like the picture of the snail I posted yesterday.  Some people think the things I like or write about are stupid, ignorant and boring.  Okay, MOST people do but just because they do, it doesn’t mean it could stop me from liking what I just seem to like.

I am the writer of my life.  I can write it anyway I want to but the stationary in which we all write is the same.  We are all give a blank slate and what you fill it with is up to you.  Mine looks like a collage.  Others’ look like scripted works all thought out with precision and mastered.  Others are mosaics built upon other’s people’s lives, some are patterns, numbers or just dotted lines all rendering until they reach their final destination; the shredder.  Who knows what comes next but I tell myself, I remind myself that I was neither here nor there before I started filling this sheet but from what I put on it, I know a few things.

Life is a gift.  This one is unique.  I have no idea if it was crafted intentionally by a super daddy (sorry if that sounds offensive) or if we are just God’s illusion, a make up of it’s brain.  All I know is that it’s not unreasonable to believe that some sort of ‘life’ will happen again and we weren’t give just one sheet.  We are an anthology.

There is a voice inside my head and sometimes I am not sure who is who.  Of course, I have to be careful not to fall down the rabbit hole when it comes to this line of thought BUT it’s how I see it.  There isn’t just one person speaking inside my head but at least three.

There is the one who listens to it.  I am pretty sure that is me.  There is the one who issues the random thoughts that pop up in my brain.  Because, I am not even sure why I have such random thoughts, I insist that there is another person in there.  And there is the one who knows these things.

I had this dream once where I was two people at the same time.  Words can do it no justice but it was like this.  I was sitting across from myself who was looking at myself both at the same time (like a third).  The self across from me was in the hanged man position like you’d see on a classic tarot deck.  I was sitting cross legged across from me.

In my mind, I could hear myself speaking from both places knowing fully that I was in two places at once. Like telepathy.  When I woke up the space between my eyes was searing with pain.  It wasn’t just a dull ache from a headache, it was on fire almost like a brain freeze and I wondered if THAT was what people were talking about when they talk about the 3rd EYE.

Still, it brings me back to something that happened while I was not on any drugs.  What some call a vision.  When I hear of it happening to other people, I wonder how much of it could be true.  But because it happened to me, I can understand why it is so hard to differentiate between real and not real because the experience was real but other’s will tell me it is not possible.  However one decides to analyze it is up to them but for those who have had it happen, it feels or felt tangibly real.

For whatever reason it happened, I saw this Eagle or something like it.  It was massive.  Bigger than a jumbo jet and quite like silent wind, something you can feel if you’re listening.  Because, it’s hard to describe I drew it up.


And that’s about as close as I can get to describing what I had seen.  After this, I was changed.  People talk about these experiences changing them in some way and it happened that way for me as well.

I tried to come up with an explanation for it and temporary insanity is the best I can do but even if I did go loco for a minute, it doesn’t change the way it effected me after.  A few months later after I stopped shaking.  Yes, the experience shook me to the core because as beautiful as it was, to see something that surreal but not be on drugs and to see it in what seemed to be real everyday life, of course it fucked with me for a bit.

But I changed.  I got sober fast.  I mean, I wasn’t drinking or stoned or anything at that particular moment in time but in that time of my life, I was heading down a road leading somewhere that I really feel like this bird was veering me away from.  Was it divine intervention?  I don’t know but it still worked.

I quit all those things and those bad thoughts and I journeyed new territory in the way I think and feel about myself and when I feel like there is no point to anything or that I am not loved the way I feel like I deserve to be, love as in accepted for exactly who I am and all of my flaws, that something does love me and there is more to life than the terrible suffering we live in daily.

That the most random of things aren’t random at all.  It’s what we do with them, how we think about them that give them meaning.

And all this because I read a post this morning that reminded me that I am the artist of my own life and mine is a collage because there is so much that I find interesting and beautiful, I don’t want to forget them.