Raven…

I haven’t written a blog post like this in ages, but it finally feels like it’s the right time.

I guess it started in mid-July, I was asked to help move on a newly deceased man who refused to leave his house and was scaring the shit out of his grown kids.

I was able to obtain a lot of information about this case since it’s been an ongoing story that my friend has been concerned about for years.

The tip-off that the guy died in the house was when several ravens were flying over his family’s home, seen by a neighbor who happens to be psychic.

When the neighbor began to smell death coming from inside the house it was time to call the authorities. End of situation; or not.

Bottom line, the stubborn asshole wouldn’t leave the house even though loved ones from the other side tried their best.

After a powerful job of getting this guy to move on with the help of my “big kahuna helpers,” the story doesn’t end here.

After the job was done, I say job but I don’t charge money for services since I was given my gifts to be a spiritual healer or helper.

Usually, I perform the service of crossing over a stuck person for their own good, but in this case, it was for his kids.

Case closed? No. I received a phone call from the psychic neighbor and we chatted at length.

She told me about her raven friends, whom she feeds, and how smart they are. When they visit her, they bring her shiny trinkets.

Interesting! Then, I began seeing ravens everywhere. Online, in newsfeeds, on the cover of a book at a friend’s place, in person, hearing them, seeing images of ravens in the oddest places.

I started finding shiny coins and trinkets in odd places. This is bat shit crazy I must be imaging this is what I thought whenever I found another one.

This morning, I found a shiny dime that was under an old windowsill that Marty was working on for me.

Finally, I decided all of the above were signs. Raven was trying to get my attention which I was avoiding out of fear.

Ravens are bad omens aren’t they? Not always.

In my case, it wasn’t a bad omen, but I had a new power animal who wanted to work with me and had a message for me.

I tried many times to journey to the lower world to see what Raven wanted, but I couldn’t because I was afraid.

The other side won’t let you journey if you are afraid, period. I knew this.

In the spring, I had two conversations with friends of mine about witchcraft. I was worried I was a witch.

I started receiving messages reminding me of what they told me: healers were or are considered witches, and it’s not a bad thing.

I know for sure I promised not to be a bad witch in this lifetime, but I learned a few months ago that I am a good witch.

Listen, I know it’s scary shit that still freaks me out!

Once I came to terms with being a witch is why I always see black cats everywhere just like how I saw ravens everywhere.

I wrote about a black cat in a blog post a couple of years ago. Here’s the link if you are curious about it. https://julziestyle.com/2022/09/black-cat

Finally, I was allowed to journey to the lower world earlier this week. My life power animal turtle took me to Raven.

During my journey, I was sitting on a large rock with a turtle when Raven swooped down, stood on my knees, and looked me straight in the eyes.

I wasn’t afraid, for I saw kindness in his eyes. He kept cocking his head from side to side, looking at me.

He had a short message for me. “It’s time for you to step into your magic.”

I am blessed with extremely powerful gifts. Now was the time to start using those gifts on my own account.

I have always put everyone else first until my transformation after my illness.

Right now, I am healthy and in shape. My ulcerative colitis is in full remission. I have a healthy gut and can dance and walk fast, even up hills and stairs.

I can carry heavy things and have lots of energy thanks to clean eating and not drinking anymore. It’s truly a miracle that I was praying for.

Now is the time for me to use my magic to create what kind of life I want. Hell, I’m already on my way!

Back in June, I decided to honor my witch hood and dress like the kind of witch I am—nothing like the Wicked Witch of the West or Glenda. Lol.

I’ve been working on my witch attire for the last couple of weeks and it’s coming together beautifully.

Are you afraid of me now that I came out of the witches closet? I hope not because I am the same person I’ve been my whole life.

I am a caring, kind giver, a spiritual healer, and a helper. If you are in my circle, I will protect you with everything I’ve got.

I use my powers for good and have never used them for anything bad.

The only thing that happens when someone crosses the line with me is that it ignites my Jersey fire which is not a good thing.

I can cut anyone loose who crosses that line with a mere thought and they don’t exist in my world anymore. Is that magic?

No, it’s having boundaries that took me decades to learn about. My life has little to no drama now which brings me peace.

I set up a new altar in our back room, my creative space. My old altar was up in our office where I seldom go.

The space feels powerful now. It feels like my true self. Yes, I have a raven on my altar along with turtle since they both belong there.

It’s always difficult to write pieces like this not because I don’t have the words, it’s not knowing how it will be received by my readers.

I put myself out there and I know I’m not everyone’s cup of tea when it comes to these topics but it is who I really am. ~julz