One Night in Salem book

Merry meet all,

I want to tell you the good news. My short story, The Grimm Pumpkin, will be published by FunDead Publications this fall. The anthology of spooky short stories is titled One Night in Salem. My story centers around Samuel., a young student who is bullied by a classmate. He gets revenge on him by Samuel’s mother’s pumpkins, who devours the bully.

The stories span 400 years and vary in the storytelling, theme, characters and styles. The stories all share the common thread of occurring in Salem though they all happen in different decades. I can’t wait to read the anthology and look forward to seeing it in print.

I’ve never been to Salem. I made up for that by doing research at the local library. My story was first a 500-word flash fiction story published in Horror Novel Reviews: One Hellacious Halloween Volume 1 ebook and secondly in the Ezine Chicago Literati. This is the third reprint and I couldn’t be happier. It shows what can happen when you use your imagination!

The book can be preordered on the FunDead Publications website. There’s one more reason to celebrate Autumn. The website is for more info. Or here:

The book cover shows a pumpkin. I await the opportunity to read the scary and fantastical tales spun in the book One Night in Salem. I hope you all have a chance to read it too. 

Blessings, Lady Spiderwitch



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Faeries Siren Song )O(

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Merry meet all,

I want to post about our winged friends. No I don’t mean screeching jays or cooing chickadees. I am talking about the fae, the faeries, our unseen allies. Or so we think. I’m a brave enough adult to dare to believe in the existence of faeries but I also know well enough when to invoke them, honor them and be careful of them.

Faeries can help us in our homes and gardens. They can protect the home and magically guard a home, help plants grow in the garden and protect it, and keep worse nasty spirits away. But where I come from, they can also enchant you to steal you away to leave you to your death!

I believe that Pleasant Bay is highly populated with the fae and spirits. The tiny fishing village where I set my novel and where I grew up is faery territory. They frolic and flit and send out siren songs to lure you to your fate. Their siren song is sung and the people who can hear them are most likely more clairvoyant.

I have strolled through the woods, the nature trails, and hiked on the mountains. As I walked, I saw flashing spots of light and felt their presence. It feels like you’re being watched but you look and nothing is there. You swear your hear giggles but again, nothing’s there. You feel an unusual need to take a certain direction on a walk through the trees but you can’t understand why you wanted to do that. That is what I mean by faeries. They choose to show themselves to you, its not the other way around. They prefer those who are faery friendly and want to help protect the environment.

But its not without its dangers. The siren songs are heard by those who possess the ability to. However, they can confuse those who are weary and unwary. A cliff presents its dangers and small ponds or lakes. Harbours are another hunting ground for faeries. They say the fae were originally blood drinkers. It is possible, I haven’t researched that enough yet. But while I am not sure they sing that siren song, I believe that they do.

Never thank a faery and never linger in their fae world for too long. Never take their food or drink or you will never return to the mortal world. Their time is different than ours. Their logic is different than ours.

Don’t turn your back on the ocean, don’t gaze into the ocean waves too long and don’t get lost on highways. I am sure some of this goes without saying. But if you don’t believe me, then go to the harbor on a foggy night and see for yourself if you are not entranced by the moody misty waves. I have been and know when to enjoy that sensual experience of waves rolling but know when to turn away and go home.

But for those who can and do sense faeries, then embrace your gift. It is a magical and should be treasured gift to sense the faeries. They don’t let themselves be known by just anyone. You must be special. You may just have a brownie or house goblin lurking within the walls of your home. Hint: They like older houses. Leave an offering of pretty silver trinkets, or milk, honey and cookies for them. And never stop believing in magick!!!

Blessings, Lady Spiderwitch )O(


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Coven of the Dead


It is often frustrating for me to feel like I am the only one who sees spirits. I am not only sure I do, I know I do. I just wish I could find others who take this as seriously as me.

When I go to a local ghost tour, it is frustrating because I am the only one there to see the ghosts and I usually go alone. I sometimes hate Halifax because it is so backwards here. I want to be somewhere where they see it as I do too. But unfortunately, that is not happening. $$-

I have had weird experiences that have forever altered the way I view the world, life and death and spirits/ ghosts. Again, I am alone on that one, alone in the sense of interaction or not with people. Spirit is always with me. However, I embrace this gift or ability or whatever it is called and don’t hide it and live my life the way I would like to.

I guess they –the muggles wish they could be as cool as me. Its odd to me too but I have learned to go with it. I don’t see it as a curse. I just want to find others like me. I thankfully live in a city with an active witch community. That helps. It is easy to feel alone or lose your enthusiasm for it or to even doubt yourself.

I wish they knew that it took years of suffering and experience for me to become as comfortable with myself as I am now. I have not lost time, I have gained it. It is all stepping stones. I know not where the stepping stones lead, but that is the fun. If I knew, I might not be on this journey. Life is a journey, not a destination. We are all spirits having a human experience, not the other way around. I keep judgment to myself. I rarely ever say what I think.

Whether its plants, a deceased pet’s spirit or a shadow person or bright light, I know spirits when I see them. I hate ghost hunting shows because they are a mockery. A falsehood. I never have to seek spirits out. Noooo. They will seek you out. They are around all the time, not only on October 31. Eternity stretches before them. They are dead but transcended into the next level of existence. I don’t know where we go when we die but we must do something. I hope its more than hanging out on this globe.

The misconception that the dead are only present on October 31 maddens me. They are dead. Death is a natural phase of life and final. It is as certain as concrete. If they were dead and yet earthbound, then why wouldn’t they be around all the time? My cat is relaxed in my house but I know I have a brownie/ faery around. My experiences are not limited to October 31- Samhain, but all year round. That I know. That confirms my belief that spirits aren’t limited to appearing only on October 31. It’s a strange thing to believe they could be so limited.

Spirits should be respected. I hate seeing litter in graveyards and will personally make efforts to keep it tidy. We like a clean room, why wouldn’t the dead? People buy all kinds of equipment then go on ghost hunts as if they expect the dead to be controlled. They are not to be controlled. They don’t think like we do. They follow logic of their own. But they will respond when respected and acknowledged. Seeing as they are the only ones to possess the answers to mans’ most sought after question of what happens after death, I think they do deserve the respect.

I have seen my pet’s spirits after they passed, sensed my aunt’s presence the night she passed, knew my father passed away by the sound of a phone conversation, seen them around my city, seen a ghost cat in my apartment, and heard odd sounds of objects moving only to discover nothing had been moved. I sensed the presences on October 31 when I held an ancestral supper. I got that treatment like I’m odd because my Mom isn’t into ancestral suppers but I enjoyed the evening anyway.

Whatever happens in the future, I am ready for it. Change is the only constant. I sense things from plants, hear messages from the wind, get messages from crows, and from dreams. I feel like the odd one but thank the Goddess I am a truly unique individual. The world has enough muggles in it.

Yesterday I prepared and offered a libation of milk and honey to Spirit in my garden. The spring season has sprung.  My garden is growing beautifully. The faeries and nature spirits aid my garden. We have a relationship of helping each other. I didn’t just offer the libation to nature spirits but to all spirits and even my ancestors. It is my way of honoring, thanking and acknowledging their efforts they perform for me. i have a great apartment with a herb and flower garden, and I live close to nature. A libation as an expression of gratitude is not so much to ask of me. But I believe that if they are honored they will continue to help. It they are not, then they will leave. The gifts and blessings will cease. Leaving an offering is one way to maintain the symbiosis of me and the spirits. A balance must be maintained. The insects expect my garden to continue and they either eat the plants or help them grow. But they do work on the garden. I never dump chemicals on my garden. I don’t  need to. 

I sensed the spirits when I am in the garden. The tenant who once lived here power washed the exterior of this apartment building. I sensed something and went outside. The spirits were angry. I placated them by smudging and a good dosage of reassurance. That satisfied them until the next day. This is why I leave the offerings not just of milk and honey, but gemstones, herbs, herbal infusions like sage tea for protection. My continued care for my garden and my acknowledgement of its importance encourages the spirits to help me. I feel so relaxed when I stand in my garden. Its not hard to understand why.

Sensing the angry  spirit’s presence felt like having an invisible child or bees buzz around me. It is the only way I can describe it. Spirits are energy and energy is not only real yet universal. Energy is real. As I type with a purring guinea pig on my lap, hot tea and a glowing candle nearby, I am reminded that energy is real.

Fear the living, not the dead.

Blessings, Lady Spiderwitch )O(

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Moon Magic




Merry meet all,

I’ve been watching the awesome Grimm shows with my friends Mark and Phil. I love the show. I like it because I think for once its a show that celebrates the ability to be so clairvoyant rather than treating it as evil. I like the characters Nick, Monroe, Juliette. Rosalie, Hank and Captain Reynard. I am not so sure of Adalind Schade. She is bad and does magic to hurt people. Her evil magic has potent consequences for the good guys. Like poor Juliette who is innocent is turned into a hexenbiest after Adalind sleeps with Nick disguised as Juliette. As if that wasn’t bad enough! I really love the show. It is too bad that it ended and only went to 6 seasons. I intend to buy every Grimm season on dvd.

Now that its spring, I am outdoors more. Whether that is garden gawking or strolls on the nature trail, I can’t resist being outdoors. I wish I grew mandrake ever since my first year here however I am determined to try now- and I have no intention of moving. I plan to grow monkshood, tons more mint, mugwort and moonwort. My other seedlings are growing great. I can’t wait till the frost passes to plant them. Moonflower and morning glories will add beauty to my garden. I’m ordering the seeds from Strictly Medicinal except for the mint because I trust the company for good quality certified organic seeds.

The following is borrowed from a Facebook link about the Full Moon tonight.

“Tonight will be the Full Flower Moon, named because of all the flowers blossoming and blooming at this time. May’s Full Moon is also known as the Bright Moon because it is very bright and the Corn Planting Moon because this is the time when farmers would plant corn for it to be ready for the harvest.

Like nature at this time, we are blossoming, we are growing day by day with the strength of the Sun. Like solar panels we are soaking up the Suns energy. The Full Moon is in Scorpio and it shines its light in the darkest places, encouraging us to peer in and see what’s there. Things that were once hidden will show themselves to us, we will be able to see ourselves and others in a whole new light and look at our lives more clearly.

Like a snake shedding its skin as a form of renewal, the Full Moon in Scorpio calls to each of us to shed the layers that are ready bringing a rebirth, allowing a new skin to emerge. Welcome change, allow your light to penetrate the dark areas of fear, shame and deep seated resentment that lies hidden underneath. Give yourself permission to heal and move forward in your life, use the potential of the Full Moon to symbolically die to be reborn.

On this Full Moon emotions will be raw, we may find we are feeling a flow of different emotions and a feeling of being pulled in many different directions. Let the waters of Scorpio cleanse your emotional pain and heal you of negative feelings.

The Scorpio Full Moon will bring lessons in self transformation pulling you toward a more effective destiny, such as moving on to bigger and better things. Continue to maintain balance as you clean up the residue of what is already fractured in your life to allow new and positive beginnings to start. We are now in a new era, and are on the threshold of things beginning to develop a lot more quickly than they have in recent months. While things may still feel somewhat slow, they are about to quicken in a big way.

These are magnificent times. Change and life shifts are to be welcomed. Let the energy of this Full Moon help you see where you are emotionally stuck and resistant and surrender to the universal gifts that is coming your way. Let the waters of Scorpio wash over you and heal and cleanse your spirit.

Have a Blessed Full Moon, may the Goddess watch over you.”

I will celebrate the esbat tonight.

Blessings Lady Spiderwitch )O(


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Ouija board Experience

Merry meet all,

Today I had a neat experience. Most people fear ouija boards and for some good reason. But I don’t. I visited the local friendly Neighborhood Witch shop. I entered a section of the witch shop. What to my wondering eyes should be sitting on the glass counter top but an ouija board.

I tried it. I have an insatiable curiosity about everything in life. I held the planchette in my hand and thought about my late grandfather Alfred Timmons. I asked if he was okay and where he was. I thought that in my mind. The planchette moved. I was at first skeptical because it was my first time seeing one in my entire life.

Then the planchette did move more on its own. It moved to the upper left corner. I felt the planchette move in my hand. I held the planchette gently. It wanted to move up to the letters xy and z. I don’t know why. The witch shop does have resident spirits there. That was partly why the ouija board worked. I pulled my hand away, frightened. I stared at it with wide eyes and bated breath.

Most people believe they are evil. After that experience, I am on a high. I don’t believe they are evil. I approached the divination tool- which is what it is, with some awe and respect but no assumptions. No fire spouting demon has come after me. I want one now. Yes I will store it in my home, use it and try it with friends. Yes I will smudge, burn palo santo and draw up wards and shields. No I won’t let anyone use it for evil intentions. It depends on your intention to determine the outcome. People may have negative experiences because they believed the ouija board was an evil tool and would drastically ruin your life. They almost expect it to cause something nasty to happen. I see it differently.

I have no fear of other forms of divination. I also want a skull and decided that this one online store would be a good choice for obtaining one. The skulls that are made of resin are much much cheaper. (Well I don’t have $2000.00. Do you? Right.) They look just like a human skull. I also want one with the lower mandible missing. To me, it would look cooler that way. A skull with a lower mandible missing can be considered silent and used to call on the dead to use in magic.

I believe that its crucial to maintain a respectful and open minded perspective towards practicing any divination. Believing that something will happen such as a car accident or a ladder collapsing on you almost determines your fate. Try having faith and being positive. This guarantees a positive outcome. 

Some people are afraid to use ouija boards or to face their own mortality. We live in a society obsessed still with wealth, status, materialism and the steeply widening gap between the rich and the poor. Witchcraft and mystical divination tools fall in between right in the cracks. 

So be happy and if you don’t feel comfortable doing divination, then don’t. You never have to do anything you don’t want to do but having respect for it helps. It protects you. Good luck in your divination !!!

Blessings, Lady Spiderwitch )O(



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Possessed Dolls


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I don’t believe in dolls being possessed. I saw a clip from the movie Annabelle. I don’t have the courage to watch that movie. The clip was a scary sewing scene. Well if anyone has paid attention to my previous posts, I do a lot of sewing. It is hard enough not to stitch my fingers. Quite often, the pins stab my fingers. See? So I don’t need that movie scene adding to my fears. Thimbles were invented for a reason.

But I digress. I have read about possessed dolls. I thought I would try writing my own story. I read a fascinating yet morbid story online about an ancient doll that had a human tongue. Ew. If that doesn’t irk you, what will eh? I was intrigued. I had to keep reading the story. It was fiction of course. There is no way that tale can be true… I hope. The doll suckled on the poor young man. The doll gained his human skin. The man got the doll’s skin. It hurt. It itched. It glowed. He could do nothing about it. He returned to finish the doll off and then he figured out the reason why his grandmother never spoke a word to him. The doll had his grandmother’s tongue. The doll was locked away in the attic.  Eerie.

The other famous possessed doll is Robert the doll. Even that story gave me shivers. I find it eerie that a doll can move on its own and have such an effect on a person. But the idea still interests me. A doll can be so unassuming, so innocent and possibly harmless. Who would suspect a doll? The trick to a good story is to involve an object that has no menace in it and make it Stephen King-esque menacing.

Sometimes when I am working out story ideas, I work it out in my head, not on paper. Then I type at the keyboard. That is the phase I am in currently. A story needs to have more than a doll terrorizing a family. It has to have the depth, fear, and heaps of reality. A realistic story is going to give your readers the royal chills more than anything else. A reader should be able to say ‘yes, I can see this happening.

I hope I’ve encouraged all you secretive Mary Wollsteonecrafts and aspiring Edgar Allan Poes out there to pen your own horrifying tales.

Now for my account of a memorable experience in Pleasant Bay!!

One summer starry night, I saw the Northern Lights in Pleasant Bay. The dark sky was glowing with streaks of fiery mauves, purples and oranges. It was amazing to behold. I hope you get to see the Nothern Lights someday!!!!

Good luck writing!!

Blessings, Lady Spiderwitch )O(

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Call of the Wild )O(


Merry meet all,

My guinea pig Magic is curled up on my lap as I type. He loves his cuddles. He is so cute and scruffy. Guinea pigs rock. They make great pets. So does my kitty Penny.


I love whales too. I enjoyed whale watching a couple times in Pleasant Bay. I went on Mark Timmon’s boat as his boat was the safest. On the day the waters were calm, I ventured out to watch whales. The common whales there are humpbacks and pilot whales. When we were truly way out in open sea we stopped the boat. My sister and  I sat up on the front of the boat to get a better view of the whales.

The mountains tumbled into the ocean. The seagulls cawed and flew over the ocean surface, searching for mackerel and haddock to eat. I saw seagulls on the rocks at the shore. I saw cows too feeding on the grasses. 

The whales appeared and dove into the water. They sprayed and dove in and out of the water. It was amazing to see the whales up close. They dipped under the boat and surfaced on the other side. Their bodies shone in the sunlight. They moved so gracefully. It is a wonderful experience to see such gentle giants in  their natural habitat, the deep blue ocean. I went another time to see the whales but that experience doesn’t stick in my mind like this one does.

Whales are not the only beasts to roam in Pleasant Bay. I have seen many moose, foxes, cows, horses, eagles, hawks, rabbits, and squirrels. I am not frightened of moose because I have become accustomed to them. I have seen many moose. They are shy, quiet and bold. They know our scent and prefer the cover and shelter of the thick of trees. I have heard them speak, can identify their tracks, know their scent, recognize a cow from a bull and recognize their young. Moose are bold yet majestic and they love their young. A calf moose ran up the deck of our house but the mother called to him and he ran up to her. That’ll teach him. Should obey your mama!


Moose either travel in herds or as a solitary. I think that older bull moose tend to travel alone. They do like being in herds though. They smell too. Its a musky earthy scent. They are powerful animals. They love to eat trees. Moose can be spotted at night on dark highways by their red eyes. Moose are regal and large. That makes it easy to spot them at night.

I am fortunate to have the opportunity to be with these amazing creatures. I grew up in Pleasant Bay in a huge pristine wilderness area. The hawks fly over my sister’s chicken coop. The rabbits dodged hungry foxes. Salamanders search for insects to feed on. Bees pollinate flowers. The whole place is alive and magical. I love it there. I intend to always treasure and love the home and resting place of my dear kind grandfather, Alfred Timmons. Bless him always.

Blessings, Lady Spiderwitch )O(


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Ghoulies and Ghosties and Long-Legged Beasties and things that go bump in the Night.

Broomsticks & Cauldrons

Round the Cauldron

Merry meet all,

Today I sewed a few tarot bags for the local witch shop Neighborhood Witch General store. I found cool fabric at two local fabric stores, Fabricville- my top choice and the other one, Atlantic Fabrics. I live near Fabricville. The other reason why I like that store is the membership discount card. I get a discount on everything I buy.

The first fabric I selected is black with a white outline of stag heads. I am not posting pics yet but when I have completed them, I shall post pics then. I promise! It looks so cool. The other fabric was a little odd. It is a beige color with a print of my fave Halloween quotes such as- “Watch for Ghoulies and Ghosties and Long-Legged Beasties and things that go bump in the Night.” Or Something Wicked this way comes or the famous quote from The…

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The Real Macabre Meanings behind ‘Ring Around the Rosie’ and other Nursery Rhymes

Read about the spooky truth here of some beloved nursery rhymes

Mind Space Apocalypse

Ring Around The Rosie Ring Around The Rosie

    The Real Ring Around the Rosie The Real Ring Around the Rosie

– Lyrics and what they mean:

  • ~Ring Around The Rosie~ This describes the sores surrounded by red rings that are associated with the Bubonic Plague.
  • ~A Pocket Full Of Posies~ This describes the ritual of placing posies in the pockets of the recently dead plague victims to decrease the smell and even people living would keep posies in their pocket because it supposedly helped with the spreading of it, but that was probably more of a superstition thing.
  • ~Ashes, Ashes~ This part of the rhymn describes how they disposed of the dead people’s bodies, they would burn them to decrease the chances that the plague would be passed on by touch or contact.

Burning the Bodies Burning the Bodies

  • ~We All Fall Down~ Basically means we’re all going to die. It was believed that the Bubonic Plague would completely wipe out the people…

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The Ravine.


Merry meet all,


I have been thinking about what I want to post here. I promised to post more about psychic protection but  lately I’ve been unable to post on that subject due to me not knowing enough about it. I have decided to go with my heart and post more about Pleasant Bay, which is my passion. So look forward to tales of my adventures and herb lore and other stories here. However, I will post stuff about the paranormal here too. I am just more excited in posting what stirs my heart. I suspect you all want to hear that more from me anyway.

The photo above is taken in Pleasant Bay. I love the tiny fishing village. I haven’t been there in 3 years. I have many tales and information to share. I shall start with my getting lost in the bog. It is the first memory that comes to mind.

I love to wander the woods. On one cold  morning in April, I wandered down the ravine. That was a bad idea. My feet stung from the cold. I walked on, but to my alarm, I started to hear a squish squish sound beneath my feet. That is a bad sign. I walked on, and started to get concerned.

I perched on a protruding tree root. I looked around me and got my bearings. I didn’t like the squish beneath my feet. I sensed the water beneath the moss and soil. I imagined it was mucky and cold and unforgiving. My feet got wet in my shoes. I got my bearings and looked around. I saw the hill in front of me several feet away. I grabbed a tree branch. It broke in my hands being softer wood. I wasn’t comforted by that at all. I decided to skip across the pond of bog. Luckily I grabbed a tree branch ahead of me and it didn’t break. It was more solid wood. I then climbed the steep hill and told my Mom what happened to me. She told me it was a boggy area and to avoid it from now on.

I warmed up in front of the warm woodstove. I sipped tea and wrapped a warm blanket around me. I was much comforted to have escaped the bog.

Oh. Ok. I haven’t gone  down there since. I now remain high above on level ground and see the ravine from that safe distance. Tomorrow I will share another tale.

Blessed Be, Lady Spiderwitch )O(


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