Category — Having Tea with Spirits


Here we go! #shadowmancy #necromancy #catland #catlandbooks #grimoires #gothbabes

Here we go! #shadowmancy #necromancy #catland #catlandbooks #grimoires #gothbabes

July 13, 2017   No Comments


Lamps just came in. Waiting until the next waxing moon cycle to start this project. #moneydrawingoil #moneydrawinglamp #greenandgoldmagick #hoodoorituals #hoodoospells #fullmoon

Lamps just came in. Waiting until the next waxing moon cycle to start this project. #moneydrawingoil #moneydrawinglamp #greenandgoldmagick #hoodoorituals #hoodoospells #fullmoon

April 15, 2017   No Comments


Just received my copy of The Blue Conjure Codex in the mail. Looking forward to reading. Featuring @ms_ledespencer @grimoiresontape Jake Stratton-Kent including art from yours truly. #blue #conjure #herbs #witchcraft #magick

Just received my copy of The Blue Conjure Codex in the mail. Looking forward to reading. Featuring @ms_ledespencer @grimoiresontape Jake Stratton-Kent including art from yours truly. #blue #conjure #herbs #witchcraft #magick

April 14, 2017   No Comments


Magick happening tonight at the Witch House. #candles #lovemagic #rootworking #honeyjars #witchcrafting #sexmagick

Magick happening tonight at the Witch House. #candles #lovemagic #rootworking #honeyjars #witchcrafting #sexmagick

April 8, 2017   No Comments


Fickle Bitch NecroRomances

I have been thinking… a lot. Mostly the kind that makes you go into a downward spiral of self doubt. Yet somehow I manage to pull my sorry ass out each time. It either involves family or friends to taking adventuresome risks to convince me. Art is always the greatest therapy. For a period of time I couldn’t write. I felt unworthy. Inadequate. Far from scholarly and had no base of credibility to stand on.

Why would anyone listen to me? A friend even told me, “oh you’re not a writer; you’re just an artist.” Listening or reading to everyone in the spiritual and occult community tear each other apart over this, that and the other drained me. I couldn’t take it anymore. So I left. I wanted to write but I felt blocked. I had so much to say but felt constipated with grief. Misha and Jake were supportive. Jake urged me to do it anyway and “not let the stuffed shirts” bother me.

A certain well known occult author came out with his book recently. When I read it, I cried. There was some personal information I had told him, rewritten to seem as if it was about him. How could someone I trusted use my origin story for their own (and more)? Born in thunder and rain? Fuck you! My mother told me that story. I was born during a Diana Ross concert (link here) on July 21, 1983 at 5:49pm EST. This was just another reason to disappear. Sulking like a teenager in her room listening to vinyls and staring at the ceiling isn’t an option when you’re a mom. Vincent’s (my son’s) love has been so delicious. I cannot conceive a world without him now.

So I did what Maddie and Jake told me. I submitted something to Hadean Press. I am excited to announce the painting “Typhon” will be gracing the inside cover of Conjure Codex Issue 3! Looking forward to receiving my copy of the issue. Issues I’m told are being shipped out as of March 23rd. I am currently working on an article for the Gold Codex coming out 2018-19. Already submitted related artwork. Fingers crossed!

I also did something slightly a bit out of my element. I event coordinated a drink & draw at the Lovecraft Bar NYC for the Death-versary of HPL. If it wasn’t for my friends, it would have been a total disaster. The blizzard threw everyone off and we had to reschedule everything. All in all, it was an amazing night. I am still editing the footage for promo and hope to use it to push a new wonderful artistic community here in NYC. Have so many ideas. Wish I could tell you. You’ll just have to wait!




March 24, 2017   No Comments


The wooden honey combs finally came in. The work ahead is going to be tedious… #zoroasterstelescope #kabbalah #divination #honeycombs #astrology #tarot

The wooden honey combs finally came in. The work ahead is going to be tedious... #zoroasterstelescope #kabbalah #divination #honeycombs #astrology #tarot

March 11, 2017   No Comments


Pentacle of Mercury wood burned and drenched in lavender oil. #planetaryspirits #mercuryinvirgo #mercurygoesdirect #Mercury

Pentacle of Mercury wood burned and drenched in lavender oil. #planetaryspirits #mercuryinvirgo #mercurygoesdirect #Mercury

September 23, 2016   No Comments


Mercury goes direct today. Lavender bottle of perfume was sacrificed. Working on next planetary spirit box for client. It was beautiful. #Mercury #mercurygoesdirect #mercuryinvirgo #planetaryspirits

Mercury goes direct today. Lavender bottle of perfume was sacrificed. Working on next planetary spirit box for client. It was beautiful. #Mercury #mercurygoesdirect #mercuryinvirgo #planetaryspirits

September 23, 2016   No Comments


Necromancy: Receiving Referrals from the Dead-Part 4

I have been thinking a lot as of late. I’ve had a huge case of writer’s block. Not from a lack of not knowing what to write about, but from feeling a bit like my hands are tied or that I don’t have anything worth saying. My goal with these blog posts was to educate, inform, entertain and share the things that interest me. Especially those things that I love or feel very passionately about such as art or magick. It saddens me when those I respect in the academic and occult community feel necessary to attack or bring each other and those around them down. It’s not even constructive criticism, whether or not it’s personal. I know this is everywhere and one must build a thick hide against such things, but it does become quite tiresome. I wonder why I bother with social media and remember, “oh yes, this is how I make my bread and butter.”


I also have been dealing with the loss of a potential godparent who did very questionable things that I in good conscience could not abide. So we broke amicably despite differences of opinion. I wish no ill will and hope they will mend their ways before it catches up with them. There was also a question of the validity of my “hispanic” heritage which now looking back on the matter is quite absurd. I wrestled at night with myself thinking I wasn’t worthy or good enough to make initiation. Little did I know that I would soon come to realize the problem wasn’t me but the church or institution. Maybe I will try again later but for now I think a retreat is in order to clear my mind and quelch the flames of anger. For now I digress.


In a previous post, I mentioned about networking with spirits and building relationships before even attempting any workings or asking of favors. Usually necromancers of old would call upon a dead magician, witch, guru or enlightened master who was knowledgable (Adam, Medea, Solomon, Circe, Hiram, Bacon, Crowley, etc.) in order to guide them and give true counsel in future workings. Texts like the PGM or Goetia / Solomonic traditions still required some form of coercion or pact making. After a pact was made, it was taboo to discuss or disclose the secrets and conversations between the necromancer and spirit/familiar. With this said, I want to make it clear in the case of HPL, it’s quite a known fact that in his lifetime he had a number of proteges/fans who would ask him for advice, guidance, etc. Never was there any such arrangement where everything was to be kept secret between us due to his nature in life. He was very private though so certain things of course will not be disclosed. This may not be the case for every spirit. Some spirits may demand absolute secrecy from you to seal the deal.


This secrecy is not simply to meant to avoid getting into trouble with non-believers (they used to burn witches at the stake after all) but there is also the fact that secrets possess a certain power all on their own. Some beliefs systems found it necessary to maintain secrecy so other practitioners wouldn’t steal your spiritual court. Keep in mind, spirits were once alive and are like us (meaning they have feelings too). They have a say on the matter whether or not they would like to work with you. So don’t be upset if you get a big fat “NO.” Remember also all recently deceased require light, remembrance, offerings, and prayers for elevation (like your ancestors). You can usually tell when a spirit has really been neglected. They appear in darkness and are decayed. Those who are highly elevated have youthful and jovial countenances , are surrounded in light, and find it easier to communicate. They are usually in a better position to help you. Hence why you probably wanted an enlightened master to guide you in the first place. Once you have an excellent rapport with your main spirit/s though they can refer you to other spirits or familiars to help with certain matters more efficiently, easier or faster (specialists if you will).

August 17, 2016   No Comments


Uninspired and Burnt Out (on my birthday)

Lately I haven’t been feeling quite myself. I have been in a spiritual funk. Between the world going topsy turvy and personal friendships going to hell in a hand basket, I wonder why I even bother to do anything anymore. I wonder if I’m making a difference in the world. Am I being successful? What does that even mean? Am I bringing beauty into the world? What defines us? What legacy will I leave behind? What am I teaching my son?


This has been the weirdest week ever. My son was recently baptized in the Roman Catholic Church. He will probably be one of the last in his generation considering how things are going for the Church. Hell! He’s probably the last generation that’ll ever go through Saint Benedict Joseph’s doors. The event made my family more than happy. It made the family feel whole and complete again just like the good old days when we had huge parties like this all the time. I still can’t believe I am a mother now.


I recently met on twitter this other occultist who seems legit. He is definitely challenging the way I look at things. The conversations we’ve been having seem to fill a void. An answer to the stagnant decay within. It’s been ages since I spoke of philosophy and art history to anyone. It was refreshing but then everything slowly spiraled into obsession. I realize I have been dumbing myself down for years. I didn’t want to hurt those around me or bore people to death. I continue to dishonor myself with polite ideologies and systematic societal programing. It’s slowly killing me having to conform to anything. I need to rebel. The standard of anything is not enough for me. i want more. I require more. I require perfection.


I had a wonderful momentum in previous months creating and launching content for my site. I’m truly proud of the work I have been doing and accomplishing. July has always been a month of vacation and rest for everyone. I should know this by now. I can’t help but complain. I’m a workaholic after all. I long for the beach though. I miss swimming in the ocean and falling asleep on the sand. It’s been far too long.

This weekend, I will sneak away and jump in the car. I don’t care where the road takes me. I just want to ride, smoke a cig while drinking coffee listening to classic rock on the radio. I want to dance like I used to and strip down to my skin letting the sun caress me like a lover.

Next month I’ll be working like crazy but right now…I get to be busy doing nothing.

July 21, 2016   No Comments