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Pagan Pages – Perception of Reality

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Last month I interviewed the fabulous author and herbalist, Mabh Savage. You can read it here https://wendysteele.com/2018/10/17/meet-mabh-savage-pagan-author-and-herbalist/

Here’s the other half of our blog swap, posted in Pagan Pages this week, where Mabh asks the questions. Find out more about the genre Witchlit that’s increasing in popularity by the day and one of my most magical experiences. Enjoy! http://paganpages.org/content/2018/11/interview-with-wendy-steele-perception-of-reality/

 

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The Wheel turns towards the end of the witches year

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Halloween, All Hallow’s Eve or Samhain, is almost upon us. Here’s a short video of my musings about Autumn and this time of year.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VvQBkH9a7vo&t=26s

For more musings, book extracts and short stories, subscribe to my YouTube channel, Phoenix and the Dragon. Bright Blessings xx

Sneeky peek – Wrath of Angels

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wrath-of-angels-cover-proof-v1 Sometimes the first few pages aren’t enough so here, for your enjoyment is a little more of Wrath of Angels…

As a full moon filled the night sky, Angel walked down the
stone steps to the basement of her house with the basket for
her path working on her arm. Once below she lit the wall
sconces and the braziers on either side of the altar. Light and
warmth seeped into the stone walls. A single red rose lay on a
seven pointed star on the altar surrounded by thyme,
feverfew, yarrow and verbena.

She wore an amber shift belted with a cord of olive green
and gold, a green cloak and at her throat hung an emerald. As
Thoth greeted her on the astral plane, promising to protect
her, she stood upon the Path, a rose in one hand and a lantern
in the other. Her heart began to beat fiercely and the rose in
her hand vibrated as she walked into a courtyard surrounded
by cool, white buildings and seated around the well within sat
female love deities. Freyja sat with Venus, their fair hair
glistening in the sun while Rhiannon, her horse tethered to
one side, spoke with Ishtar. They laughed together as Angel
approached. The maiden Cerridwen caught Angel’s eye and
smiled at her and as Angel smiled back, she stood naked
before the beautiful naked women.

Angel felt no embarrassment. A vibration began in her
groin as if something was awakening in the root of her being
and as the sensation climbed up her body, she felt aroused and
uplifted by the beauty of those around her. Each woman came
forward and embraced her and then held a hand as a circle
was formed. Into the middle, Angel lay the rose and the
lantern before taking her place in the circle.

The rose sparkled and the lantern began to glow until a
glistening golden ball spun hovering in the air before them.
The sphere darkened and then stars appeared, some singly
and some in clusters until the ball glistened and shone. Ishtar
stepped forward, reaching into the ball and plucking a web of
twinkling stars which, with skilful hands she fashioned into a
girdle. Turning to Angel, Ishtar wound the stars around her.
Never had Angel felt so complete nor so content as she did in
such lovely company.

The ball spun again and from it flew a white dove which
landed on the outstretched palm of Venus. She walked
forward and offered the bird to Angel who took it on her
finger. She spoke one word to it as she stroked its milky white
head. Over and over she spoke the word, the word that
encapsulated love in just two syllables. Aidan. She lifted her
hand to the sky and the dove flew away.

The women watched the sphere as colours and images
flashed across its surface. Forests, mountains, deserts,
meadows and plains were a backdrop to every living creature
that roamed the earth and Rhiannon stepped forward and
plucked a lynx from its tree top resting place. She brought her
before Angel and the lynx lay down. She observed the women
with her luminescent reflective eyes and when Angel looked
at her, she saw mirrored back, her own perceptions and
understanding. She knew from then on, to trust her female
intuition. The lynx stood before Angel, shut it’s eyes and
bowed before vanishing.

As the sphere spun again, fields of glowing corn, wheat
and barley showed on the surface and the lilting tunes of a
flute began to play. As the music grew, accompanied by drum
and violin, the women began to walk around the circle while
Freya could wait no longer and took Angel’s hands and they
danced. Angel’s feet reflected the notes her ears heard and she
began to feel with her whole being. Her body swayed and
skipped as all the women joined in, a joyous dance borne
from the music. There were no thoughts of why or how but a
communal joining within the beauty of the tune. As the music
faded away, the flute the last to leave, the women, bright eyed
and breathless, took their places.

As Cerridwen approached the spinning ball it became her
cauldron and from it rose the number seven. She went to
Angel, took her hand and Angel understood. She saw the
Seven of Wands, appreciating the struggle of one against six
but saw too the dominance and the forth coming victory of
the one. She saw the Seven of Swords and understood the
Occult Intelligence, the hidden force behind the action, the
unqualified force without will. As she saw the seven chalices
of the Seven of Cups, she wondered at the power of creativity
within the Sephirah Netzach but also understood that with so
much energy and so many possibilities it was difficult to
know which choices are real and which are illusory. She saw
the Seven of Pentacles and the potential of a fruitful harvest
and understood the need for action to bring in the abundant
crop before it spoiled. As these thoughts entered and worked
in her mind, Angel lifted her hands, as did the others and a
waterfall of love and beauty washed over them as the sky
filled with pure white light.

Back in the basement, Angel thanked and bid farewell to
her guests as her mind pondered the force and beauty of
Netzach and the form and logic of Hod.

You can buy Wrath of Angels here … https://www.amazon.co.uk/Wrath-Angels-Lilith-Trilogy-Book-ebook/dp/B00KTH2E4Y/ref

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Watch out for my new novel, The Naked Witch, available for pre-order from tomorrow!

 

Happiness ….a slippery little blighter to hang on to

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I wrote this post a year ago but didn’t publish it…Reading it now, I can sense my own disappointment and fear…house on the market but no offers, weeks and months ticking by, feeling like my dream will never be part of my reality….So, I focus on all the positive aspects of my life, the things that make me smile and make me happy and guess what? There’s a happy ending.

 

Every day since 2013 began I’ve tried to remain positive and keep happy whatever life has thrown at me. Some days have tried my patience or rendered me a useless blob as depression clouds my thinking. Other days have been smattered with tiny pockets of happiness, silently crushed by despair in minutes.

This month’s new moon received my full attention and I worked on myself, relaxing, calming and revitalising my tired, sluggish chakras and, once full of energy, sending healing to those in need. The new moon is a time of creativity and new ideas, it opens doors onto paths unthought of previously. So, pinning the happiness down has been the problem and I’ve been knocked off my path and bombarded with difficulties.

But now I’ve stopped trying…to be happy that is. I’ve decided to just be and make the most of the things that make me happy…..dancing with my Tribal Unity sisters…

Dancing is a great way to be happy and, because I have the support and love of such amazing people, I stay happy when I think of them or receive a text.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

My children…every time I feel frustrated and restrained from doing what I want to do, I think of the three wonderful human beings I brought into the world who bring joy to my life every day. I may feel my life is in limbo but they continue to grow and blossom into amazing adults. This photo was taken on Mothering Sunday 7 years ago.

 

 

 

 

Friends… I’ve always struggled to make friends but my dancing friends are always there for me. A message from a friend I’ve not heard from in a while is a wonderful boost to my day.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

My man…. a hug from him will always make me happy. This was taken at Dunwich in May last year. I’m so lucky to have such a supportive partner.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

My cats…both Tiggy and Ollie pictured here love a good cuddle and a tickle and their contented purring makes me happy too.

 

 

 

 

 

 

And finally, I’ve dared to look to a brighter future……….in Wales.

 

 

Wrath of Angels is here!

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It’s been a long time coming, I know, but my second book in the Lilith Trilogy is available in kindle and paperback…I was very excited when the proof arrived………..Wales to 21st June 2014 013

After 8 months hard slog at the house and on the land, we decided to hold a Summer Solstice get together for all the lovely people we’ve met since we arrived here, to celebrate the longest day and to say ‘thank you’ for all the kindness and support we’ve received.

Wales to 21st June 2014 020 Kind neighbours lent us their gazebo to set up the food and made the floral decorations. Tiggy liked the food tent…..Wales to 21st June 2014 021

and the sun shone down on our Welsh decking, only ducking behind the trees late into the afternoon……Wales to 21st June 2014 022 As evening fell, with curry warming in the oven, we broke out the drums…..Wales to 21st June 2014 023 before lighting our Solstice fire and consigning to it all the negativity of the past six months before looking forward to the next exciting months.

It’s been a roller coaster at the house….first, we made a bathroom……….Wales 400 One wall had to be lime mortared, one replaced and one rubbed down before finally…….Wales 435 a flushing loo, sink and bath. We made a temporary kitchen……….Wales 337 acquired another cat…………….Wales 434 and finally, after much hard work and freezing temperatures, the chimneys were lined and the wood burners went in…….we had heating! Wales 2014 037Wales 2014 040 So when the storms hit the country in Feburary 2014, at least we were warm and we’d achieved tent to house heated by our own wood in six months.

More news to come in the next posting but for now, I leave you with Wrath of Angels……..

Angel Parsons – wife, lover, entrepreneur and witch – is back and though she strives to put her past behind her, Lilith the Dark Goddess has other ideas.

Angel has the power at her finger tips. The choice is hers. Will she evoke her wrath to take her revenge on Lilith or will she summon nature’s forces and the strongest emotion on earth to put right the wrongs of the Dark Goddess?

 

http://www.amazon.co.uk/Wrath-Angels-Lilith-Trilogy-Book-ebook/dp/B00KTH2E4Y/ref=sr_1_5?ie=UTF8&qid=1403597153&sr=8-5&keywords=wrath+of+angels

http://www.amazon.com/Wrath-Angels-Second-Lilith-Trilogy/dp/1500136662/ref=la_B007VZ1P06_1_2?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1403597390&sr=1-2

You can find all of my books on my Amazon author page

http://www.amazon.co.uk/Wendy-Steele/e/B007VZ1P06/ref=sr_tc_2_0?qid=1365459567&sr=1-2-ent

 

http://www.amazon.com/Wendy-Steele/e/B007VZ1P06/ref=ntt_dp_epwbk_0

 

I hope you enjoy the new book and will continue to follow my postings as I settle into my new life in Wales.

 

 

 

29 days and counting

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The mood has been low at the Crazy Cat Camp, very low so yesterday, we went for practical solutions and built a bed off the floor and levelled it out. We’d been sleeping on a 1:6 hill we worked out so, last night was positively luxurious…though we were awake half the night as the rain and wind battered the tent.

Some evenings are beautiful though and we’ve enjoyed sitting outside until either the rain, cold or insects drive us in.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

So, we’ve got our sleeping conditions as best as we can and our attentions will be turning to the awning where we are cooking. At the moment, we’ve a double burner on a low table with plastic legs and it’s served us well but it’s buckling. The ground slopes even more than the sleeping tent so Mike wants to lay a floor(!) and build some shelving which will accomodate the cooker and the sink.

We’ve had lots of one pot meals tarka dahl, stir fry and vegetable curry. I’d bought two jars of curry sauce but we’ve only eaten one and I’m now cooking from scratch, having located a box with some spices in. Keeping food cold is a real problem (a kind neighbour refroze our blocks once but we feel awkward keep asking) so food has to be bought and eaten quickly. Mike’s almost given up on milk in his tea and we’ve abandoned cereal as we can’t get through a pint or a carton of soya milk quick enough.

Mike is The Toast King (thank you Lisa and Deana of Tribal Unity for our camping toaster…and replacement) and we have toast with everything. Weight watchers tomato soup has been my saviour while Mike enjoys mushroom while dessert has been restricted to frozen mixed berries with meringues or chocolate. We bought a box of salad today and ate it all for lunch.

Meals depend on the weather and how we feel. We adore jacket potatoes and sweetcorn cooked in the fire but, if the wind is too strong, the cinders and ash are blown out of the fire pit and leave nothing to cook on.

The photo is of hazelnuts, abundant in the hedgerows but already being scavanged before they are ripe, which is a shame. The blackberries are also beginning to grow, though we munched a couple on a walk the other day and they’re very sour.

We’re washing ourselves in a large purple trug and it works quite well though it’s only just possible to sit down in it. The sun needs to be on the tent though or you’re shivering too quickly. I can wash my hair in it too and there’s a clothes line up in the awning which dries towels really well.

At the moment, we’re washing up outside and putting clean stuff in the trug before drying…as we’re on a slope, everything slides off the outdoor table and if the wind is blowing, you don’t stand a chance!

We’ve been really lucky with the weather through August but now September is here, the evenings are getting colder.

The cats are loving snuggling up with us and have been exploring all around the farm, especially Rowan.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Tiggy prefers the bed!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Everything takes twice as long to do in a tent. We fetch our water from the dairy down by the front barns and the kettle is boiled often and our flasks filled. There’s been many evenings we’ve realised the sun is setting (about 8.30pm here) and we haven’t had dinner…or washed up from lunch so we end up blowing out dinner and having soup and toast instead! Washing ourselves needs even more planning as you need two flasks full and a kettle plus cold water to execute the full works.

We’ve found a fabulous shop in Lampeter that does service washes and they wash and dry our clothes and bedding in a day and are very reasonable. I’ve done washing in the trug twice but you need a really hot day to get the clothes dry and jeans were hanging in the awning for days so I’ve given up on that idea.

So, what do we do in our tent? If we organise our power, we can get an hour or so on the internet each day, sometimes more so, we can watch an episode of QI, a spot of athletics or I can get online here. We’ve played cards and yahtzee but not scrabble as the cats love to join in. We’ve joined the library and are reading oodles of books.

Next time I hope to have uploaded more photos from my new phone and can show you the new bedroom so do join me again.

 

We’ve arrived!

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Many apologies for the delay in getting these posts to you but it has taken us a while to balance technology in our field. I’ve powered the laptop up on a trip to and from our nearest town, Lampeter, fifteen minutes away, this morning and the dongle was powered overnight from the car battery.

 

So, we arrived in our field at 8.30pm on Friday 9th August after a six hour journey. We put up our tent and unpacked some of the car so the cats could see what we were doing and at 9.00pm, opened the back door of the car. Three wide eyed cats slowly emerged, ignored the food we’d put down for them and began to explore. Tiggy found a lap to sit on while Olly and Rowan, sniffed and skitted in the grass as new smells and noises bombarded their senses.

We were soon off to bed…and the cats joined us.

 

Moving day had been a long one, up at 5.30am to hopefully feed all three cats and get Rowan into Mike’s Mum and Dad’s spare room for the day…we knew Tiggy and Olly would stay close to the house and would come if we called but we knew Rowan wouldn’t so this was the only way to ensure we took all three cats to Wales.

The move went well and we would recommend Reliable Removals as they were friendly, fast and efficient. All went smoothly until 1.30pm when a friend arrived, the new owners arrived and we realised how much was still left to pack into the car and clean…and then we had to gather the cats.

Our original plans had been altered so we only had one car to pack camping and cats, the removal van not arriving until the following Monday afternoon so it was a bit of a squeeze. The new owners were really patient as we ran around and then attempted to get three cats into the car at the same time. It was stressful but, with hugs and tears from Mike’s Mum and Dad and Dan, Mel and Emmy, we finally set off at 2.30pm.

We were so relieved to all arrive in our field but there are some downsides to camping with cats….

A tent is a cat’s playground….this is Tiggy the next morning, attempting to carve out for himself a cat hammock between the two layers of the tent.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Cats like to be as high as they can so they will sit on anything. This is Rowan on my coat and Olly on Mike’s guitar.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Cats take up all the bed… we’d forgotten how restrictive cats on the bed are and, as we are sleeping on a slope, covers and cats tend to gravitate to the bottom leaving Mike and I quiltless and on the floor. They snore too and are in and out all night. Having to leave the inner tent flap part open also invites insects (I’ll expand another day on what I’ve disliked most about camp living!)

 

 

 

Tiggy thinks he is ‘people’ so even with the whole bed to lie on, he insists on getting up close…and trying to eat our meals. We’ve been feeding the cats first, the opposite of home, in an attempt to eat our meals in peace. We’ve been lucky to eat most outdoors on our laps but a couple of times we’ve had to come in and, because we are effectively on the floor, the cats are bemused as to why our plates, therefore, are not for them.

 

 

 

 

 

 

During our first week, Reliable brought up our possessions, my great mate Peter Jones brought my car up and Mike drove him back in his car with a borrowed car trailer, to collect his old Triumph Vitesse and we added to our camp.

We began with one tent…the house we are buying is to the right of this photo….

 

 

 

 

 

 

Expanded by erecting our old campa van awning for cooking in which, as you can see, is on even more of a slope than the tent (when we viewed the house this field was chest high with grass so we didn’t realise how sloping it was!) We expanded again…

 

 

 

 

…with an awning. We were really disappointed with the quality and knew immediately that it wouldn’t make the ensuite bedroom we had hoped but we thought it would be good for storage and drying the washing…

 

 

 

 

 

So The Crazy Cat Camp looked promising…

 

 

 

 

 

 

…for one day! We had a windy night and the gazebo poles snapped. We were gutted, all our plans gone, but the silver lining is….the poles will make a great frame to put netting over when I start growing soft fruit!

 

 

 

 

 

 

So, we’re down to two tents, both holding up to the weather (and cats!) pretty well but what is it really like to try to live in a tent? How does it change the things you normally do? How do your priorities change? Join me again and find out.

 

 

 

The final days…

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This moving lark is hard work. Physically, it’s tiring but emotionally, I’m starting to wobble.

Last week I mixed box packing with visiting friends and family and though it was sad knowing I wouldn’t see my tribal sisters and loved ones so regularly, it didn’t feel like ‘goodbye’ but ‘see you later’.

This week, as the final boxes came down from the loft, I was confronted by a life time of memories.

We keep treasure boxes in our house. We each have a box in which to keep our memories in which we can drop a concert ticket, special stone or photo. Resurrecting my boxes and repacking them for safe storage in a barn took me back….first baby outfits and shoes, letters, photos, Mother’s Day cards and little notes have emerged having sat for fourteen years below the roof.

As I repack them, I’m looking to the future….when will these treasures emerge again?

But I’m not alone on this adventure. My partner Mike and I have taken time to look back at the wonderful times we shared with the children and our friends and family in our little house…the birthday parties and Christmas celebrations, the addition of kittens and the loss of beloved old cats, achievements made and lots and lots of fun.

So here is a small selection of the past fourteen years and we hope some of you remember these occasions, people and animals as fondly as we do………………..

 

 

 

 

 

Our beloved Ronnie

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

….and Merlin, now together chasing butterflies in the Summerlands.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Jaz’ first dance show.

 

 

 

 

 

 

On the beach at Borth, Wales

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Mothering Sunday Walk at Warley Place

 

 

 

 

 

 

My Mum and Dad in their garden in the sunshine

 

 

 

 

 

 

Fancy dress birthday party

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Belly dance

 

 

 

 

 

 

My first ever bellydance class celebrating at our Christmas Hafla.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Christmas….

 

 

 

 

 

 

…Dad singing

 

 

 

 

 

 

Happy days with Tribal Unity

 

 

 

 

 

 

Happy camping…..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

…more happy camping….

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

….and more……

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

…and more!

 

 

 

 

 

 

Swanwick Writer’s Summer School….

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

…and again!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Destiny of Angels arrives in paperback

 

 

 

 

 

 

…and finally, Penlon Capel Isaf……..our soon to be new home in Wales.

 

 

 

 

 

 

This will be my final post until after we move but please pop back to read more on  ‘living in a tent with three cats’ .

 

 

 

 

 

 

From Sinfully Delicious to Naughty Delights

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In April this year I interviewed Kameron Brook who, working with her man Dirk Taylor, are the driving force behind Razor Edge Press. They publish erotic short stories for adult readership and I gave you details of the Sinfully Delicious series ….and now there are more! Let me introduce you to ……………Naughty Delights!

 

 

……………..and here’s a taster for you!

 

This is it, Elizabeth thought as she pushed through the door to deliver a large batch of chocolate and vanilla sugar cookies to the display case. It was grand opening day for Guilty Pleasures, and she couldn’t be more excited or more nervous. Years of scrimping and saving had accumulated to this day. In a matter of minutes the bakery would be open for business, and their city would officially have their first taboo sweet shop.

Elizabeth took one final look around, making sure everything was perfect, when Felicia, her business partner and friend, appeared next to her, chomping on a fornication cookie.

Out of all the sugary creations crafted for the shop, Elizabeth and Felicia would agree these were the most fun to develop. They spent many wine-filled nights brainstorming and researching ideas for the inserts.

What’s it say, babe?” Elizabeth asked, nodding toward the paper in Felicia’s hand.

Felicia laughed and read the naughty message, “Two heads are better than one, but three, now that’s what I call a party!” As she tucked the paper into her back pocket, she asked, “I forget. Was this yours or mine?”

I actually think your man deserves credit for this one.” Grinning, Elizabeth grabbed the sampler plate off the counter and walked toward the front door, turning to take one final look around before the place filled up. She couldn’t be any prouder of the decor in her little slice of heaven. She glanced to her left and smiled proudly as she admired the photos on the wall.

The food photographer they had hired did a fantastic job capturing the beauty and sexiness of several corset cakes available for purchase. But the icing on the cake, so to speak, was the mural to the right of the entrance. A local artist painted “What Are Your Guilty Pleasures” but the letters were actually naked people in compromising naughty positions.

Felicia giggled. “Oh yeah, it’s all coming back to me now. We definitely drank way too much that night.”

Nodding in agreement, Elizabeth turned on the neon sign and opened the doors for business.

Already, a few eager customers were waiting by the window. They actually applauded when Elizabeth stepped out of the shop door. She greeted them with a smile and offered them their choice of iced cocks or boobs. She wasn’t surprised the guests blushed when they made their selection and bit into the cookie. She expected to witness many rosy cheeks in the hours ahead of them—giggles too.

As the streets began to fill up with people going to work, Elizabeth tried to coax even more passersby into the shop with her funny shout-outs such as: “I bet our peckers taste as good as your man’s. No wait, even better!” And, “Our breasts are fantastic and all natural.”All the while she held up a naughty treat.

After the bell dinged behind her a couple dozen times, she realized the humorous approach to draw in customers was working like a charm. Now with them inside, she had no doubt every person who’d entered the shop erected from her dreams would be a repeat customer. And with this thought, she knew the many dinners of Ramen noodles were well worth the discomfort it cost her over the years.

I’ve just purchased my copy and you can download yours here…

http://amzn.com/B00DELSA9K or for UK readers http://www.amazon.co.uk/Naughty-Delights-ebook/dp/B00DELSA9K/ref=sr_1_3?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1374505442&sr=1-3&keywords=naughty+delights

Here is all the contact information for Kam and Dirk …

Blog: http://www.dirkandkam.com
Facebook Author page: https://www.facebook.com/DirkandKam

Goodreads’ links: 

http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5781386.Kameron_Brook

http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5120666.Dirk_Tyler

Amazon Author Pages:

http://amazon.com/author/kameronbrook

http://www.amazon.com/Dirk-Tyler/e/B00A8IDHMC/

 

…and look out for my review of Naughty Delights. Enjoy!