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Brightest Blessings, Sammiwitch

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Tarot Reading for an Unknown Sitter…A Beltane Gift…

…Unless of course, you are in the southern hemisphere, and it is a Samhain gift… 🙂

I hope that this may be of use to those who feel that it resonates with them.  Feel free to post any thoughts or comments you have below.  If you would rather, feel free to email me (sammiwitch@gmail.com) and I will do my heartfelt best to answer any questions asked that are related to this reading.

The reading below is for the time between Beltane and Midsummer, for those in the northern hemisphere, or Samhain and Midwinter, for those in the southern hemisphere…

Disclaimer:  A tarot reading is for entertainment purposes only.  It is not a replacement for any form of professional advice or counselling, and I take no responsibility for whatever readers choose to do with the information below.

A reversed High Priest indicates that there may be an undercurrent of a rebellious attitude coming from you.  This isn’t necessarily a bad thing if you have the ability to bring it under control, manipulating it so that it can offer you a change of perspective and perhaps even inject some new, refreshing energy into your life.  It might be time to do things a little differently.

The Six of Wands reminds you to play to your strengths in terms of work / career aspirations, and you will triumph.  Use both your knowledge and your intuition to guide you in the right direction.  If you put the effort in, you will see the rewards you are after.  It won’t be easy, but if you trust in yourself to win through, nothing can hold you back.

If you have been doubting yourself and your abilities to get you out of the situation you find yourself in, a reversed Five of Pentacles, will come as a blessing indeed. Your faith in yourself is about to be restored and your confidence set to soar.  Although you will find it hard to forget this period in your life, things are turning around.  They are on the mend and life will be improving.

The Two of Wands augurs success, prosperity and most importantly friendship, all of which are linked and have the potential be long-lasting.  A creative project idea is the catalyst behind it.  If the idea or suggestion comes from you, be bold enough to release it out into the world and see what happens.  A long, fruitful, working partnership is on the horizon, one that may bring exciting creative work opportunities to your door.

The Lovers reversed suggest there are two hidden influences currently at work that you need to be aware of.  The first is a warning about jealousy; do not overly-concern yourself with what others are doing or what they are achieving.  Congratulate them and move on.  Bring your attention back to the work at hand so that you can achieve your own goals.  The second is more of a reminder.  You know exactly what you need to be doing at this moment in time; don’t confuse yourself with thoughts of ‘there are too many options, I can’t decide,’ or ‘if I wait, will a better opportunity present itself?’  Nothing productive will come from either.  Just focus on what you need to do, now, and let the future, and others, take care of themselves.

The Three of Pentacles, as an indication of the outcome of this period, suggests that success is coming your way through a skill you possess.  Your confidence in your abilities is set to grow, and the time and effort you have invested in your craft, whether it is associated with your hands or your intellect, will soon begin to reap the rewards.  There is an indication of material increase and comfort associated with this success, and although it might be slow to begin with, things are certainly moving in the right direction.


Wishing you all magical Beltane / Samhain blessings, filled with peace, love, prosperity, friendship and sparks of inspiration!

Love always,


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Art for Eternity

Yesterday we visited a village church whose cemetery was full of ornately-carved headstones, many of which have stood the test of time fairly well…

art for eternity

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Spring Adventures

Another fine and sunny Sunday afternoon, so we went off to explore…

spring ostaraHope you are all having a great weekend.  🙂

Brightest Blessings!


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Spring Sunshine

The first warm and sunny day of the year…naturally a trip out exploring was called for…

spring sunshine


old metal work on church door

…some old metal work on an ancient wooden door to a parish church…

side door to church

priest’s door to centuries old parish church…



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The Apparition…an excerpt

Here’s the first chapter of my second Andromache Jones Mystery, The Apparition, available to download for free, along with the first, The Magician, at Smashwords.

Chapter One: A Little Reflection
Andromache Jones was lying in bed, as she had done for the last couple of days, the purple duvet pulled over her head in an attempt to keep out the world as she tried to rest.  A chase around the English countryside as if your life – or the life of someone you loved – depended on it, followed by lengthy interviews with the police can be quite exhausting after all.
And yet, Mac, as she preferred to be called, had hardly slept.  Every time she closed her eyes, she was instantly transported to Flinders Forest.  The fear in her heart returned.  The panic in her chest returned.  Tall, dark, ominous looking trees loomed over her, but there was one thing that held her concentration indefinitely.  A headstone on which the single word, “Iphigenia”, was engraved.
The Game.  He had called it a game, but it wasn’t fun.  It was deadly serious.  People were already dead because of The Magician.  They had failed the challenge he had set them.  So had Mac, by a mere one minute, but for some reason, he had spared her.  As she lay in bed, thinking of her time spent in the woods, she subconsciously rubbed her sore fingers which had bleed as she tried to rip the lid off a coffin buried in the ground.
No.  The Game hadn’t been fun at all.
The final note she had received from the madman promised that this wouldn’t be the last time Mac heard from him.  Three days had now passed, and he hadn’t tried contacting her.  Whether he meant what he said, or whether this was just another part of The Game, one that kept her wondering and waiting for his sudden reappearance indefinitely, Mac didn’t know.  What she knew perfectly well, on the other hand, if they were to play again, it wouldn’t be by his rules.  She would make certain of it.
When she returned home that Friday evening, Mac was sad to learn that no one had realised she had been missing, let alone kidnapped.  The Magician’s planning had been meticulous.  This only served to fuel the vengeful fire that burned within her.
Of course, when it came to speaking with the police, they were more concerned about the ins and outs of her kidnapping as opposed to how she had used her more…specialised gifts to complete The Game, albeit not quick enough.  Those gifts were the reason The Magician had targeted her; he had wanted to see how she used them, how they worked.  It fascinated him, he had said.
Feeling despondent and depressed, not to mention cross with herself for not foreseeing such an event in her own future looming on the horizon, she had withdrawn within herself, choosing to stay in bed.  Her family had gathered around her, offering their support but there was little they could do.  Knowing her as they did, they understood that this was going to hit her hard.  Mac always felt better when she thought she was in control of her life, due to the fact that her gifts could make things a little unpredictable.  She worked best with purpose and direction; to be at the mercy of a madman could only lead to her feeling dazed and acting remote as she tried her best to find a little understanding in what had happened.
Really, all Mac wanted was a little time by herself.  Having everyone around her only made her feel more frustrated and claustrophobic.  Once the couple of days off from work that her boyfriend, Crabtree Simpson, had been granted were over, and she had the house to herself again, Mac could breathe a little easier.
The phone downstairs had been ringing all morning, but it hadn’t persuaded her to get out of bed.  She had stretched her medium frame a few times, exploring the possibility of getting out of the nest she had constructed around her, but on each occasion she had thought better of it.  The only thing that was going to convince her to get up was hunger.  Mac liked her food.  So, with her stomach growling at being neglected these past few days, she wrapped herself in her dressing gown, shoved her feet into her giant cat slippers, and made her way down the stairs.
She passed her reading room, not giving it a second glance.  Although she was desperate to go in and raid her herb cupboard, she had forbidden herself to do so.  First she needed to find out whether she could cope with all that had passed without resorting to medication, be it prescribed or herbal.
Well, I’ve lasted a couple of days, she thought to herself, walking through the kitchen door.  All that meant was that she didn’t need the really potent plants, the ones that would knock her out.  Yet on the other hand she knew she needed something to help ease her out of the mild depressive state she was in, as well as something that would make her sleep a little better.
When the kettle was on, and she had eaten a couple of chocolate digestives that she had found in the biscuit tin, it was time to find something proper to eat.  As she went through the fridge, not finding much that appealed to her, the phone went again.  Mac didn’t answer it.  Instead she simply continued on her quest for a decent meal.  She moved on to the cupboards; from the hall, she could hear her answer phone message begin to play.
‘I’m sorry.  Both Crab and Mac are out.  Please leave a message and one of us will ring you back when we can.  If this is a query related to River Gardens Mystical Service, and the services provided by Andromache Jones, again, I am sorry I wasn’t in to receive your call personally, but I will get back to you as soon as I can, if you leave your contact details after the beep.  Have a great day!  Blessings!’
‘Umm…hello, Miss Jones…It’s me, Jean Pottersworth…again.  I called a couple of times yesterday…once last night…again this morning…well…I hope I am not bothering you…but I have a problem…’  The lady began to cry.  ‘I am so sorry for this, I am…but I don’t know what to do…I would be eternally grateful, if you could get back to me.  I left my number on the other messages.  Goodbye.’
Mac stood up, closing the door to the cupboard she had just been rummaging through.
The woman sounded quite upset, she thought, leaning on the counter.  But I am in no frame of mind to help anyone.  I can’t even fix myself some food.
As quickly as the concern for Jean Pottersworth had entered her head, it vanished from her mind completely.

To continue reading, please visit The Apparition’s Smashwords page here, and download the ebook.  It’s available in a number of formats including EPUB and PDF and you don’t need to sign up to the site.  Just visit the page, click the format you wish to download et voilà!

Any and all feedback is always appreciated, my friends.

Wishing you all the Brightest Blessings for the week ahead!

Sammi Witch

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