In the old days, you would knock on the door of the village Wiedzma, or cunning person, or healer, or root doctor, at the outskirts of the village. And we would talk, and use our dual faith to ask blessings from the book of Psalms, and bless our herbs and our incense as we do tarot, and make tinctures, and formulate some kind of ascension plan. Protection for your flocks, and family, and barn. Blessings of a bountiful harvest. Healing for the family, and baneful work, too. 

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But, times are different now, and somehow, still, you found your way here, in this big, busy, bustling world, somehow, you read my words, right now. And that is where the magic is still flowing in the mundane world.

 

Welcome.