~Water Scrying~
This technique is an ancient one, and common among Shamanistic Traditions.
Divination is the ability to ssee what petterns are manifesting in what you are scrying in. (water, fire, mirror, ect.)
What you "see" is actually what is likely to occur if nothing changes as the pattern is "woven."
Here is the technique that I teach:
Pour some bottled water (fresh rain water, or spring water) into a scrying bowl.
Mix either blue or green food coloring into the water so that the liquid is dark enough to hide the bottom of the bowl.
At this point you have a reflective surface.
Place two candles as your source of light, so that the light doesnt reflect upon the water. (a foot or so in front of you should do it.)
Next is a series of hand passes over the liquid, slowly and deliberately. Magically speaking, the right hand is of an electrical nature / active charge, and the left hand is of a magnetic / receptive charge. Right hand pass will strengthen the image and left handed passes will attract the image to form.
Begin by making left handed passes over the bowl, in a clockwise circle just a few inches above the water (palms open and facing down.)
Stop and gaze into the liquid, not at the liquid but INTO the liquid.
You will need to repeat the passes as you go, from time to time.
Alternate between the left hand and the right hand.
This requires some patience and time. Concentrate and clear your mind of anything but your intent.
Make sure your working area is quiet and there are no distractions or possible innteruptions.
Drinking some rosemary tea, prior to Divination, can aid in the process. There are several herbs which aid Psychic Mind, this is just one of them.
(Careful though, Rosemary cam be toxic in large quantities.)
Opal
I'll take the moon in a crystal jar,
and set it to wait for a year and a day,
I’ll be new, a woman, a Mother, a star,
when the mist and the sorrow have melted away.
A gaze in the mirror, all crackled with age,
a turn of the head, a reflection that cries,
the Maiden to Mother, and life turns the page,
jewel studded tears in the shadow’s drawn eyes.
Pass the jar, pass the mirror, pass the stone.
I'll take the moon in a paper bag,
if I had time for a weekend, or five,
long left forgotten, the Mother to Hag,
my life's not worth living, still I am alive.
A gaze in the mirror, all shattered in time,
my life is not over, my story's not done,
the Mother to Crone, she who teaches the rhyme,
the jewel is her heart, where it's safe in the one.
Pass the jar, pass the mirror, pass the stone.
I gave the moon to my love, on a ring,
we have forever, no question, no end,
past time recalled, yet no sorrow I sing,
my life filled with love, and my heart on the mend.
A gaze in the mirror, not perfect, but whole,
a life, new beginning, I've far left to go,
from Crone back to Maiden, all heart now, all soul.
The jewel is passed on, imperfections now glow.
