Mirror Scrying and Wax Divination- Methods of Meditation

These are the notes from a workshop I gave at Grand Rapids Pagan Pride Day 2006. A couple of people have inquired about them in the past, and another one just today, so I thought I’d post them up for anyone interested.

Here they are, my notes for Mirror Scrying and Wax Divination. Let me know if you have any questions.

 

Mirror Scrying (Or Water Bowl Scrying) and Wax Divination

Presented by Gwydion Sidhe aka: Gwyd the Unusual

The Scrying

The mirror or bowl selected must be kept in complete darkness for at least 7 days before use as a scrying device. Covering with a silk cloth is recommended.

Preparation: In a clear glass Jar or bottle, collect a small amount of stream, rain or other natural source of water. Add to that a stick of cinnamon (Increases psychic awareness), a clove (For protection and heightened senses), and if you have it, a small piece of Amethyst (Also increases psychic awareness, and can be used to hold certain energies). Set it out at night before, during and after the full moon. DO NOT LEAVE IT OUT DURING THE DAY! This will allow the water to cleanse itself, and collect the energy needed to scry. This is the same water that I use for wax divination, something I do after almost all mirror or bowl scrying .

Method: This is something that can only be performed at night, OUTDOORS, preferably one with no moon or much ambient unnatural light. Whether the sky is cloudy, there are trees overhead, or if the sky is completely clear and starry should not matter, but different people get different results. (Personally, I would love to try sometime when the northern lights are out…) Find what works best for you.

Cleanse your space through whatever method works best for you, be it casting a circle, projecting while light, etc… Incense is always a nice touch. Find one that will help you focus. Also light a candle (Prep for the candle described below in the Wax Divination section) to keep burning throughout the scrying.

Sit cross-legged on the ground, the mirror set in front of you lying flat. Breathe in and out slowly three times, and you are ready to begin.

Drip three drops of the water into the center of the mirror focusing on the powers that surround you, asking that they open a window showing that which you need to see (If using a bowl for the scrying, fill nearly to the lip, other than that bowl scrying is nearly identical to that done with any mirror). When starting out, it is best not to be too demanding as to what you want to see, once you become more accustomed to the tool, then you can get more specific. Wait a moment in silence to give the window time to open. Touch the drops of water at the center of the mirror with your power hand just enough to wet your fingertip. Touch that drop of water to your “third eye” (The space up just a bit between your eyebrows). This should waken your “third eye” (Your psychic eye) and connect it to the mirror.

Now look at the center of the mirror.

Just look.

Don’t think.

Don’t wonder “Is this going to work?”

Just LOOK.

It is a focused meditation that will bring you what you need to see. You need to lose yourself in that tiny center part of the mirror. If you need to blink, blink…But with most people that urge fades pretty quickly, at least decreasing in frequency.

Just look and relax.

Look at the shapes the water has made on the mirror, look at how the sky is reflecting through those drops.

At some point, you should start to see something. At first amorphous black shapes, and when you learn to keep focusing through that, images will start to appear.

If you try this for a looooong time and are getting no results at all, take a break and stare at the candle for a minute, then go back to looking into the mirror. This is kind of like a little jump start, giving your regular eyes something to start out from, some amorphous blobs that can be guided into the shapes and images that will show you what you need to know.

Some people see clear images of things to come or will see the path they should take, others will see symbols or symbolic images.

Once the images fade out, tap your “third eye” three times with your off hand to disconnect from the mirror. Release your circle and end your ritual as you normally would. Make sure to do this whether or not you experienced a vision. It is important to disconnect from the tool. Leaving yourself open to any part of an ethereal plane is not a good idea, and can cause bizarre hallucinations.

Write down what you saw immediately. These images tend to fade like dreams, and can be hard to recapture without prompts.

If you are one of the lucky ones who simply sees events, meditate on these to figure out what exactly they mean. For symbolic visionaries, you may need to consult a symbolic imagery book or dream interpretation book (Not a Freudian one though…That guy had issues!) Personally, I prefer personal interpretations of images. More on that later.

For now, on to the paired Divination…

A side note– If you experience a vision that seems hostile or extremely disturbing, tap out your “third eye” immediately to disconnect from the tool. End your ritual. Cleanse the mirror, and do not attempt further scrying for one full lunar cycle. Put it somewhere where you will not even see it for that period of time. If you have repeated visions of an unpleasant nature on subsequent readings, get a consult from a trusted reader. You may need to get some additional help.

Divination  with Melted Wax

Right now, you are probably wondering why I combine the two of these together…You just did a mirror scry, so what is the point? You know what you need to know now, right?

Perhaps you do. In fact, I hope you do! However, there are two good reasons to always be ready to do a wax divination after a scrying.

1-       If you did not see anything in the mirror due to distractions, tension, something was blocking you or simply because you are not able to reach the level of focus at this point, you have a backup. You will already have the energy raised, it takes only a minute or two to do, and it is a great way to release energy at the end of your personal ritual. Wax divinations, while not as in depth as mirror scrying, have almost guaranteed results.

2-       The results from a wax div are physical. There is something left from the process that you can actually hold in your hands. This has some distinct advantages. The images from a scry are ephemeral…They dissipate quickly like a dream. Even if you wrote something down, it can only capture the simplest essence of what you saw , and a lot of what would be learned can be lost. With the wax you can have a constant reminder of what needed to be learned and you can revisit the results daily. Another advantage of the fact that the results are physical, is you can get a second opinion. If you are really stumped, you can take it to someone else and have them take a look and tell you what they see.

Wax divinations can be done on their own without the scry as a quick and dirty Q&A. I do a lot of them by themselves. But whenever I do a scry, I do wax divination at the end.

Preparation: First, a candle must be selected. Personally, I find it easier to go generic and use white. It is neutral, and won’t be influenced by your thoughts on the subject. A lot of people would say that you should go with a color that matches your question. I tend to disagree. I’ll explain why in a bit*…For now use the white.

The type of candle is a little more open for debate. Pretty much anything but a taper. You need something that can pool wax in it. Tea lights are ok, but the metal can get hot. I like to use a votive in a glass votive holder. Holds the wax in, looks pretty and if you are doing this with the scrying above, it will help to shelter the flame from the outdoor winds. You don’t want to break focus to fumble with a lighter.

For the preparation of the candle itself…Like your ritual space, cleanse it in a method that you are familiar and comfortable with then dedicate it to it’s purpose.

Method: Take the remainder of the water you have left and pour it into a chalice or goblet (If you are doing a water bowl divination, use your bowl), asking that the water will pull out the images you need to see in a way that you can understand.

CAREFULLY lift up the candle that has been burning throughout the scry, being careful not to spill the pooled wax. Hold it in front of your eyes focusing all of your remaining energy into the wax.

Don’t rush. Hold it until you are sure it is time.

Pour the pool of wax quickly into the center of the goblet.

Fish the cooled piece (Or pieces) of wax out of the goblet and set aside to dry off.

Pour the water out onto the ground and end your ritual.

Take a break…Get a drink of water, take a short stroll, whatever…The key is to get a little bit of distance from the ritual and clear your head.

When you are back to a more “Normal” state of mind, go back and gently pick up your piece of wax.. tuen it over, turn it upside down, look at it from all sides. Write down any shapes you see. Don’t interpret yet, just find the recognizable shapes. You will probably find that the overall piece has a certain shape, and that there are other shapes inside of it, and even shapes inside of that.

Image Interpretation

Now, how does one interpret what they see?

I am of the belief that there is no single way to read an image. Each thing means something different to an individual. To one person an image of a snake embodies evil, fear and loathing. Their brother used to torture them with snakes in their bed, so now, a snake could not mean anything but. For me, a snake embodies patience, longevity, wisdom and comfort. I have a beautiful old pet python that is the sweetest most perfect animal companion on the planet .She waits patiently for the right moment to grab her food, she is aged, but still healthy, she wisely only bites things that she can eat, and her weight on my shoulders as she coils around my neck for warmth is incredibly relaxing.

Same critter, but she would send a lot of you screaming for help where it just makes me want to cuddle.

So…How do we apply this?

For each image that you saw while scrying or coiled inside the wax, write down what it means to you.

Do not think of your question, just the presented images.

What do you see when you think of a duck? A hammer? A duck with a hammer? A frog? A human hand?

Once you have written these all down (In the order you found them in) then start applying them to your question. You will find that the images seen first are the surface of the problem, or the perceived problem. As you go down through the list, you will get closer and closer to what you need to know until finally, you will have a clue.

Revisit the wax shape several times over the next few days to see if it has more to reveal to you.

If you are still stumped, then talk to someone else about what you saw (Preferably someone who has a clue about intuitive divination). Alternately, show the piece of wax to a child. See what they see in it.

You might be surprised.

They have amazingly unclouded eyes.

Gwyd

*Colored candles chosen for specific purposes can add an unintentional slant to a reading. Example-

Anna has a question about love. “Why is her boyfriend so distant?”

She does a divination with a red candle for love.

In the shapes, she finds a heart, a beautiful red heart with legs. She determines that this must mean that he has taken his heart elsewhere, has found someone else. She decides that she needs to break it off before she gets hurt.

If she had done the reading with white wax, the red heart with legs would have not looked as much like a heart, but a white frog. To her frogs meant money because as a child she used to catch frogs and sell them to a French Restaurant to make frog legs.

Her boyfriend was distant because he was worrying about money.

Colors force images, so I don’t recommend using them.

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Gwyd and the Supernatural part 2 plus the tale of the Roo Roo

Following my post yesterday…Which was the second time I felt instinctual terror in my life, I felt it necessary to detail the first.  This was an occurrence of a different nature. Extraterrestrial?

So…The short story of how Gwyd went for a walk in the middle of the night and came home at a screaming run.

I was a country teen. I rode a bus an hour and a half a day to go to school. Not because it was that far away…Just 12 miles, but because there was so much distance between students it took forever to pick up enough of them to fill a bus. It was about 4 miles to the nearest paved road.
I never really had a curfew, not during the summer at least.  I had to have the car at home by a certain time, but never really a set time I had to be back at the house and in bed. After all, there was not much trouble I could really get into. I spent a lot of time at night out in the woods or just walking (A habit I keep to this day).
So…I had a friend crash at my place while my parents were out of town. We were jamming on guitars, eating pizza and discussing things that we were absolutely sure no one had ever discussed in quite this fashion before. Typical teenage “Oh my gosh…we are sooo deep” sort of stuff.

Things were winding down a bit around 3 am but neither of us was particularly tired. As it was a pleasant summer night, we decided to walk the mile and a half to the girl next door’s house and see if she was up.
We knew there was absolutely no chance of this. None at all. To a couple of 16 year old boys however, it was indeed possible. Well worth a stroll to find out.
So we left on what we indeed knew was a futile mission.

We had walked almost exactly one and a quarter miles under clear skies. The moon was out and near full, all around we could hear crickets and peeper frogs. There was a little wisp of fog from one of the watering hole ponds that the cows drank from. We could even see some cows huddled up a few hundred yards away.
Then we saw something else. At first I thought “Ooh…Fireflies!”  but then it struck me that fireflies are not red or blue. They also don’t slowly gain brightness over a 10 second period and then fade out like they were on a dimmer switch.

I looked closer and saw that they were appearing in front of a black background. I know…Night sky…That is a black background right? No. This was a black area covering the night sky with a defined edge. It was roundish. Slightly elliptical and moving slowly. As it moved, the fading in and out red and blue lights moved with it, as though affixed to its surface. As it moved you could see stars slip behind it and it would block them out until they reappeared on the other side.
My perception was that it was a large, flat object about 15 feet across with independently fading lights randomly attached.
We both stopped and watched while it slid behind a lone tree in the cow field.

We stood still for another moment, then without a word, turned and started walking back towards home. We didn’t speak, we didn’t rush, and we never once turned our heads back towards what we had seen. We walked in absolute silence as the crickets and peepers had decided that we had the right idea and now was not the time for conversation.
This went on until we had almost  reached my driveway. Many of you, not accustomed to country driveways would now say “Ah…safe then! Just pop into the house!”
Not so much. The driveway alone was the length of two football fields. This is when my friend said “You saw that…right?”
“M-hmmm…” I replied, not turning my head.
“You noticed that it is all quiet around here…right?”
“Yep…” I replied.
“You think that maybe that is because it followed us home?”
It is at this point that rational thought went on holiday.

We did not, in fact, turn to see if the christmas light flying disk from beyond had indeed followed us home. Did not bother to turn our necks a single degree to check if it was hovering inches from our shoulder blades  just waiting to extrude a pseudopod to extract our memories…None of this was a concern.

It seemed to my non rational brain that the priorities were now running and screaming with some flailing for good measure. I envision myself as a terrified kermit the frog- Arms raised, hands flapping loosely at the wrists, mouth open with gibbery noises coming out running knees to chest from the thing I was absolutely sure was moments away from turning me into a pod person.

We got through the door of the house, slamming it behind us. I sprinted up the stairs to my room and strung my bow.
Yes…My bow. You work with what you know. I gestured my friend towards the antique Daisy bb gun.
Cause…You know…Aliens hate flying pointy sticks and little balls of metal that can’t pierce cardboard.

And there we waited until morning.

Towards morning we both wrote down exactly what we saw without discussion. What we wrote matched up pretty well.
And we never talked about it again.

Is this a little easier to explain than my previous entry? A blue and red weather balloon accidently filled with fireflies, lit by the moon’s reflection off of Venus crashes behind a tree due to a low pressure zone caused by swamp gas?
I can go with that 🙂

Bonus tale- The Legend of the Roo Roo. The tale that proves all things are possible.
The first cryptid I ever attempted to validate was the Roo Roo. Don’t bother looking it up. There is nothing about it anywhere. The Roo Roo was never seen alive…only heard.
This happened when I was about 13 years of age. We were living in a trailer while we built what was to become our house. It sat in a field at the edge of the woods, a fairly large woods at that. Some of it was privately owned, some of it was state land but it ran on for miles along the banks of the Black River on the East side of Michigan. These woods were my favorite place in the world and I would spend every second I had to spare there.
The evening the Roo Roo came, I was not home. I was spending the night at a friends house several miles away. When I returned, I was met by my father asking if I had done it.

I had no idea what he was talking about! He went on to describe what had happened. He had been out walking Bonnie Longears, our basset hound in the middle of the night. He heard a crashing noise from the woods along with some grunting. It sounded like something big. Not the sort of crashing you would hear from deer but more of a trees being toppled and logs torn apart sort of crashing. Bonnie the dog listened carefully, staring at the spot the crashing was coming from. Then the creature made a different sort of noise. A low growling Roo sound that repeated…

“Roourou!”

The dog tensed.

Louder “Roourou!!”

The dog bolted towards the house and my father followed.

Over the next hour my family sat, listening to this large beast crashing through the trees mere meters from the trailer. All the while it uttered its strange cry…

“Roorou!!”

And their only explanation the next day was that it had been me. I hadn’t even gone through my puberty voice change yet! There was no way I could have made that sound!

Thing is, we knew all of the local types of critters. Nothing any of us knew of would make that noise. Perhaps a bear…but the sound was too consistent. Bears kind of talk when they growl. Not the same sort of call over and over again. We had an unknown creature on our hands.

It happened one time after that, also when I was away. And it was then dubbed the Roo Roo.
It became a family joke. “Take a stick…There’s Roo Roo’s out there!” “Go get the eggs before the Roo Roo collects them…”
“Lock up the Ducks so the Roo Roo can’t get ’em!”

We finished the house and moved in. Many years later my parents got their first computer. They had the Encarta Encyclopedia with video and sound and every thing. This was the first time I ever got to use a computer that didn’t load from a cassette player and I was excited! Audio and video files? I could play them on the computer?
I browsed the cd’s (There were about 8 of them I think) looking for files to play. I found one I thought might be interesting and I clicked…
This is the sound I found:
http://www.ferris.edu/HTMLS/news/card/Kids_Corner/sounds/badger.wav
My dad ran into the room.

That was the sound. The sound of an annoyed badger. The sound of the Roo Roo.

I have not met many people who have seen a badger in Michigan. I was outside all the time at all times of day and had never seen or heard one. I didn’t think they even lived in the area.
It was something outside of what I knew and as such had taken on mythical properties. It was something that was not supposed to be there so as a human, I filled in the blanks.
Now I know it was a badger.
But when I see one at the zoo, I still call it a Roo Roo.

Gwyd and the Supernatural

A lot of folks lump me in with the atheists. Generally, I am ok with that. I am not an atheist but I do tend towards science and facts more than anything else. If I am shown scientific proof of something that contradicts with what I believe, I will always defer to science.

That being said, I think that there is a lot of science out there that has yet to be proven.

  1. When a distinguished but elderly scientist states that something is possible, he is almost certainly right. When he states that something is impossible, he is very probably wrong.
  2. The only way of discovering the limits of the possible is to venture a little way past them into the impossible.
  3. Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic.

Arthur C. Clarke

In my relatively short span of 43 years, I have seen things that I cannot explain. I claim them to be in the realm of the supernatural only in that they cannot CURRENTLY be proven via conventional science. I believe that these things did occur but that a rational explanation has yet to surface. So for the time being they will be placed in the category outside of conventional nature, the Super- Natural.
This is not a new concept. History has played out this scenario many many times. Sea Serpents, The Kraken, Gorillas…all thought to be mythical creatures.

I remember watching a show several years ago- “Legends Revealed” or some such nonsense. In it, they promised to reveal how sea serpents never existed. I was intrigued and had to watch. They proceeded to show an Oarfish.
You know…an Oarfish….A long skinny silver fish with feathery barbles trailing from the skull and reaching a potential of 17 meters long? The one with the dragon like head and ref fins down the length of its back?
They then went on to say “See! There were never any sea serpents…Just this long giant fish that matches the description perfectly!”

I took the absolute opposite path- To me, they had just proven that sea serpents exist. All they had done was given it a more sciency name and said that it doesn’t actually eat people.

Have a look at this article. It shows a drawing of a sea serpent and then three guys holding a small specimen of a recently dead one.- http://camilaruz.wordpress.com/2011/04/22/did-oarfish-predict-the-japanese-earthquake/

Bloody right that is a sea serpent!

There is no such thing as a Kraken! Just Giant (And now Colossal) Squids! (Sure looks like a Kraken to me!)

Even gorillas…They weren’t classified as a real animal until 1902! They were on par with bigfoot and now we have them in zoos!

So…Here is a tale of one of my journeys into the supernatural. Did I see ghosts? Was I stalked by nefarious creatures from the underworld? Was I at a place where the veil between this world and another was worn thin? Was it simply a weak spot between dimensions that will some day be explained by science?
I don’t know.

It is simply what happened to me.

Names and locations have been changed as needed.

I had just graduated from High School and turned 18. As a celebration, I and 5 of my school friends (2 other fellahs and our girlfriends) decided to take a week long camping trip into Northern Indiana- Amish Country.
We had a campground surrounded by corn fields, all owned by members of the Amish community. They were friendly enough though they kept to themselves. We did the same.

We did the usual teens on a camp-out things. Bonfires, cuddling in sleeping bags, smoking a few cigarettes…we had even managed to score 6 wine coolers. Yep…Bad kids. One wine cooler each the entire week. We would go into town every now and then…even saw “The Lost Boys” the day it came out in the theater.  We bought breads and cookies from the Amish produce stands and generally relaxed.

Half way through the week we started getting restless and decided to play some hide and seek in the corn by the light of the full moon. We had been out for a while when the girls got bored and wanted to go back to the camp. We walked them back and then went out to resume our fun. As we walked out to where we had been running the rows, we saw a tall figure with a traditional Amish hat standing at the side of the road. We stopped and watched as he turned and walked into the corn.
We were three friendly, outgoing guys with a sense of adventure. So far the Amish had been civil to us but not really what we would consider friendly. We wanted to change that. One of my friends called out to the figure we had seen, hoping he would respond positively. He did not respond at all.
So, we followed him.
We walked back through the cornfield several hundred yards until we came to a clearing. The moon was clear and bright and the air was calm. On the other side of the clearing we saw a black shape about the size of a large raccoon. In fact, that is what I thought it was.

Until it stood up.

Stood up is really not the best description. It rose up. More like it was extruded from the black shape than unfolded from it. It wore an Amish hat and light glinted off of something metal in its hand.
I have been struck by instinctual terror exactly 2 times in my life. This was the second. I went from cheerful fellow out looking for the nice Amish guy to “IneedtorunIneedtorunIneedtorunnow!” in the space of a heartbeat. I pushed my two friends backward out of the clearing to run ahead of me. I knew I was not the fastest and did not want to slow them down. They ran, apparently on the exact same wavelength as myself. They needed to run NOW!
We crashed towards the road, my nearest friend screaming run over and over again, mixed with some choice and otherwise untypable words.
I spared a glance over my shoulder and the hat wearing fellow was right behind me. His eyes shone red in the moonlight as he gained ground. The hand carrying the blade snicked out to take a bloody connecting swipe at my shoulder. I could immediately feel blood welling down my back. Seconds later we all tumbled onto the road.

We ran for another hundred feet before we paused, sensing we were no longer being pursued. We turned to look as the figure, standing as he had when we first spotted him, turned and walked once again into the cornfield.

Needless to say, our sense of adventure was significantly diminished.

Now…I am sure that some of you reading this are thinking  “Children of the Corn” or perhaps even “Jeepers Creepers”. That is a fair thought. Looking back I do see similarities. When this occurred I had not seen or read Children of the Corn and Jeepers Creepers was still 14 years or so away.

And looking at it all logically (Which I truly am prone to do) it can all be explained within the bounds of reality. The only really out of this world thing is the figure rising up out of the shadow instead of standing like a good rational psychopath. Even this can be explained as a trick of the light.

But I promised supernatural. Read on.

There were three distinct instances from the rest of that night that stand out as not normal and more difficult to explain.

The first- As we sat about the fire, relating what we had seen and what had happened (And while I bandaged up my shoulder with some butterflies and tape) one of my friends was smoking a cigarette. The smoke was trickling down. The smoke from the fire went up, the smoke from the cigarette went down and pooled around his feet. It pooled. Not right at all.
When we finally noticed it, we all scattered back. My friend kicked up some of the smoke as we fell back. It clumped in the air then fell back to the pool. Over the next few minutes, that smoke disappeared…sinking into the ground.

The second and third- My smoking friend and I walked a bit away from the camp towards one of the barns nearby. It was lit and seemed that there was some sort of a party going on. We were hoping to talk to someone who knew the area and get some of the things we had encountered settled.
As we walked down the road (It was about a mile or so away) we saw that figure again, on the left side of the road walking through a pasture. We stopped and watched it approach. My friend called out to it and it stopped, raising an arm towards us. Then it melted into something else…A lone horse, staring at us from behind the fence. This occurred no more than 10 feet away over a period of seconds. Nerves? Another trick of the light?
We decided to keep moving forward towards the lit barn on the horizon.
We went on for another five minutes until we stopped and strained our ears. We heard buzzing. Quiet at first but getting slowly louder. From a tree at the right side of the road we saw a cloud streaming from the trunk. A swarm of bees. Bees swarming in the middle of the night (It was at least 1 am at this point). The moon was to our back at this point so we could clearly see the tiny moving shapes as they clustered now, flying in the center of the road. They moved into the shape of a face. It had a mouth that appeared to slowly open in an angry scowl. We started backing away.

Trick of the light? Perhaps and probably. It was however too perfect..I saw a face dammit. And since when do bees swarm in the middle of the night?

Our reverie at this strange sight was interrupted by a clattering of hooves coming down the road at high speed from behind us.  We looked and saw a wagon with two horses barreling towards us. We flung ourselves to the side of the road as it passed. Behind the reins was an Amish teen…The one who helped run the campground, his two brothers riding in the back…

“Hey dudes” in a heavy Amish Accent “Get Laid!!”

When we looked back, the bees were fading back into the tree trunk.
We decided to give up for the night. We stayed the rest of the night in the pop up camper, huddled up and speaking in hushed tones.

The rest of the week passed without incident.
I don’t know the cause of anything we encountered. I make no claims as to what we had stumbled into. These were the events as I experienced them.

I mentioned that this was the second time I had experienced instinctual terror. I will write about the first tomorrow.