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I wake up with a peaceful mind and a grateful heart.

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Abbotsford, Melrose, Scottish Borders

Home of Sir Walter Scott

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Blessed Beltane, brothers and sisters! Today we are going to celebrate according to the old traditions ^ . ^

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Beltane Eve Fairy Spell

Wanted to share this with you all since I plan on doing this this year; feel free to join and you can all share your experiences with me!

‘Tis the eve of Beltane and the fairies are out in force. Here is a fairy spell to work in your own garden or backyard. Gather together violets, St. Johns wort, and clover. The violets are a fairy favorite. The St. Johns wort will protect you from becoming fairy-led or tricked, and the clover is for prosperity and good luck. Gather these plants together, forming a little posy, and then tie it up with green ribbons. Blow the fairies a kiss and leave the posy as a gift. Now go and sit in the garden and try to meditate or to communicate with the fairies.

Fairies from far and wide, I offer you a gift, Tied up in green for luck, And sealed with a kiss. I can sense you If I’m pure of heart, Bless me with good luck To boost my Witch’s art.

{ By: Ellen Dugan }

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WALPURGIS DANCE

SMELL OF BRIMSTONE, BONFIRES BURNING BRIGHT, HAIL HAIL WALPURGIS NIGHT. WITCHES DANCING, PALE MOON RISES, BE PREPARED FOR MORE SUPRISES. BREAKNECK BROOMSTICK FLIGHT ALL THROUGH WALPURGIS NIGHT. THIS AIN’T NO SUPERSTITION, NO SCIENCE FICTION, THAT’S THE REAL THING BABY, AIN’T NO FRICTION. TWISTED MIND, WICKED BRAIN, WALPURGIS DANCE DRIVIN’ YA INSANE. UNTIL TOMORROW, BUT THIS IS JUST ANOTHER DAY, BEWARE OLD NICK’S DANCING WALPURGIS NIGHT AWAY…

(TO THE FOLKS WHO’LL HAVE FUN TONIGHT, EVERYBODY ELSE SHOULD BETTER STAY HOME IN BED…)

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We sometimes encounter people, even perfect strangers, who begin to interest us at first sight, somehow suddenly, all at once, before a word has been spoken.

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