This is not a calling for everyone, I felt the calling towards hedge-riding years ago, long before I knew about flying ointments or even what going over the hedge was. I was very young then (about 7) and it was like watching TV these dreams, only I could somewhat control the outcome. From then on I wanted to get over more frequently and control it. I had no one to guide me or council me in this, yet I persisted and eventually found the information I needed here and there, to keep me going one step at a time.
I am now cobbling together all that I have learned over many years into what I call the "Big Blue Book of Keep the Fuck Out" The way I look at it, this was my tale of my journey, and what I did to get here. It's also the journey I am now making and I don't want short cuts; it would take away from the adventures I will go on and all the exciting things that I will seen.
I did try a flying potion... I had a little wormwood.... and no I'm not telling where I got it, but I did and I have a little left, which is a good thing, because I want to use it again. That was the herb I used when I made my flying potion on the afternoon of the 10th of September. I didn't even wait for my partner to go to work, I was that excited and that impatient. I read up on Wormwood and on Thujone before I continued. I used a small amount in my potion and set it to heat in the oil on, of all things, an electric coffee warmer. I infused the oil for the correct time and added the wax and a natural preservative (I have a full arsenal in my witches cupboard of rare and exotic, weird and bizarre). I couldn't get it to cool fast enough and so carried it to the bathroom (in-case it was messy). With my partner working grave-yard shift, I would have the entire night to myself to give it a try and see what happens without any interruptions.
I deliberately made it less potent, but with what I thought would be enough of a sample to see if I liked it and if it would do as I hoped. Using my fingers to scoop out about 2 tablespoons of the very oily mass I smeared it on the back of my neck. I don't know why I chose there, I just did. The ointment was so greasy I was rubbing it in for a long time and ended up giving up and just letting it sit there for a bit, and then a little later I rubbed the last little bits in.
At first I didn't feel anything, but after a while, colours were more intense, and I had this sense that I could see things really clearly, as though I was truly seeing them for the first time in my life and now things made sense; at last... true clarity. I saw where I had been going wrong with some things and what needed to be done to rectify my life and simplify things. I had been so intent on this wheel of the year, and I still am. I was originally going to study this year and learn more about all the rituals throughout a Witches year starting at Samhain. About a week later I had this brilliant idea that I would open an online store and sell my crafts and get that all done for Samhain. (<This is the omen part> What I quickly realized was that although the store is a great idea, it's time has not come yet. I need to learn more about ritual, paying homage, feasting, playing, working, magic, consecration. I'm not ready now for the dream of the store. However, I am ready to gather items in a couple of months and sell them off at a craft fair or farmers market. ) As I learn more, I won't struggle over the simple things and so the store (which I have wanted to do for years and years, <small business workbook dated 1990 was eye opening> perhaps decades) will have a better chance of surviving.
I saw that sometimes we as people, get caught up in the dream and completely miss out on the experience. I was about to sell myself short. I have been obsessed the last month crafting and studying and crafting and drawing, wanting to know everything all at once and cursing my lack of knowledge. I was taking all the fun out of the upcoming year, and I hadn't even started it. So I'm going back to my original plan; Wheel of the Year here I come.
There were other insights that I had as well from the flying ointment. More personal, but helpful none the less. I would also say yes, it helps when hedge-crossing, it did make it easier for me to lie down, relax and go over the hedge and talk to my Grandma. The usual drowsiness I encounter when hedge crossing was not there, instead, I felt alert, but not as though I was controlling the situation, nor was I having a hallucination.
It was a positive experience and something I will take up a notch, but not a big notch. I'm not interested in getting high, I'm interested in clarity, visions, hedge-crossing and enlightenment. I feel this fills the bill. There will be other experiments of course with other herbs and dosages to find the best fit for me in all this and I'm excited. I'm keeping lots of notes in the "Big Blue Book of Keep the Fuck Out" and perhaps one day I'll pass it on.
I did try a flying potion... I had a little wormwood.... and no I'm not telling where I got it, but I did and I have a little left, which is a good thing, because I want to use it again. That was the herb I used when I made my flying potion on the afternoon of the 10th of September. I didn't even wait for my partner to go to work, I was that excited and that impatient. I read up on Wormwood and on Thujone before I continued. I used a small amount in my potion and set it to heat in the oil on, of all things, an electric coffee warmer. I infused the oil for the correct time and added the wax and a natural preservative (I have a full arsenal in my witches cupboard of rare and exotic, weird and bizarre). I couldn't get it to cool fast enough and so carried it to the bathroom (in-case it was messy). With my partner working grave-yard shift, I would have the entire night to myself to give it a try and see what happens without any interruptions.
I deliberately made it less potent, but with what I thought would be enough of a sample to see if I liked it and if it would do as I hoped. Using my fingers to scoop out about 2 tablespoons of the very oily mass I smeared it on the back of my neck. I don't know why I chose there, I just did. The ointment was so greasy I was rubbing it in for a long time and ended up giving up and just letting it sit there for a bit, and then a little later I rubbed the last little bits in.
At first I didn't feel anything, but after a while, colours were more intense, and I had this sense that I could see things really clearly, as though I was truly seeing them for the first time in my life and now things made sense; at last... true clarity. I saw where I had been going wrong with some things and what needed to be done to rectify my life and simplify things. I had been so intent on this wheel of the year, and I still am. I was originally going to study this year and learn more about all the rituals throughout a Witches year starting at Samhain. About a week later I had this brilliant idea that I would open an online store and sell my crafts and get that all done for Samhain. (<This is the omen part> What I quickly realized was that although the store is a great idea, it's time has not come yet. I need to learn more about ritual, paying homage, feasting, playing, working, magic, consecration. I'm not ready now for the dream of the store. However, I am ready to gather items in a couple of months and sell them off at a craft fair or farmers market. ) As I learn more, I won't struggle over the simple things and so the store (which I have wanted to do for years and years, <small business workbook dated 1990 was eye opening> perhaps decades) will have a better chance of surviving.
I saw that sometimes we as people, get caught up in the dream and completely miss out on the experience. I was about to sell myself short. I have been obsessed the last month crafting and studying and crafting and drawing, wanting to know everything all at once and cursing my lack of knowledge. I was taking all the fun out of the upcoming year, and I hadn't even started it. So I'm going back to my original plan; Wheel of the Year here I come.
There were other insights that I had as well from the flying ointment. More personal, but helpful none the less. I would also say yes, it helps when hedge-crossing, it did make it easier for me to lie down, relax and go over the hedge and talk to my Grandma. The usual drowsiness I encounter when hedge crossing was not there, instead, I felt alert, but not as though I was controlling the situation, nor was I having a hallucination.
It was a positive experience and something I will take up a notch, but not a big notch. I'm not interested in getting high, I'm interested in clarity, visions, hedge-crossing and enlightenment. I feel this fills the bill. There will be other experiments of course with other herbs and dosages to find the best fit for me in all this and I'm excited. I'm keeping lots of notes in the "Big Blue Book of Keep the Fuck Out" and perhaps one day I'll pass it on.
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