#ancientvalkyrie

Thank you guys so much for following, asking, commenting, reblogging and loving this blog. <3 Thank you to the witchcraft community for the help you are providing me to shape my path and the help you will still give me in the future. Thanks for letting a lil canadian witch connect with you all. With love, -Saki

Hello! It’s The Steampunk Tarot by Barbara Moore. It was a gift from a friend of mine and I really love it so much. It’s been a very honest deck from my time of using it, if not a little bit sassy. Then again, what deck isn’t sometimes?

For two days straight my brain has been messing up my sleep real bad. Nightmares each night. Vivid and scary ones. But they aren't nightmares. They are memories from past lives. I know they are because I feel them with all my body and my soul. I just woke up in shock from this one. I can't sleep. I don't want to. I'm scared they will continue. I woke up shaking like I've never been before, feeling ice cold even though my body was boiling hot. I had a hard time staying upright, even walking to the living room where my boyfriend was. This was so intense. I was in shock, for real this time. In my memory, I was surrounded by other women, in what seemed like a witches' circle. I take a good look at everyone. Then I suddenly collapse on the ground, unconscious. I was transported to a lush green forest. I was in ritual clothing, long black dress, a cape and black hand jewelleries. Really beautiful wear. My mother and sister from that life were standing to my right and left. I didn't need to take a look at them, I knew they were here. I look right in front of me and I see it. The Black Spirit, we called it. An entire black entity that gave off violet touches and vibes. I was frozen in horror. It talked to me but I can't remember what it said. I collapsed to my knees, hands on the dirt ground in prosternation to this being, entirely scared. I told myself it wasn't possible. It couldn't be possible. We had spent months trying to seal this Black Spirit away. And there he was. It was a vision. I snapped back to reality, to this witches circle. Everybody looked at my in anticipation. I told them the Black Spirit was coming. They panicked as much as I did. I woke up from the dream, or so I thought it was ten minutes ago. Then realised it couldn't be a dream. The effect it had on my system was too great to be dismissed as a mere nightmare. That's how I knew it was a memory. I don't wish these types of encounters to anyone. Witchcraft has brought me to certain paths in my life but this one is the most dark and shocking one yet. I am discovering through prophetic dreams these abilities that I have. I can see in my past and recollect precious info. To the cost of not sleeping at this point because every time it happened it was so scary it kept me from sleeping all night. Anyway. I wanted to share this tidbit with you all. Not in a million years I thought it would lead to this. Witchcraft is a very curious practice indeed. Its mysteries are not only fun and games I tell you.

So, that’s pretty much all I have to say about me. I hope you guys will enjoy my blog! I’d love to hear about your practices and feedbacks on my posts. Blessed be.

u smooth little cutie, yes absolutely 

DID THE AERITH'S OF THIS WORLD MAKE SOME SORT OF TAG-TEAM AGAINST ME IN THE SHADOWS?