The Scotland highlands evoke an ancient and mysterious emotion. The peaks and rolling green hills beckon. In times past, many men would venture into the forests here and encounter these beings, the Baobhan Sith. With long flowing hair and green dresses that would covered their feet , these beautiful women would come out of the forest at night while the hunters would be enjoying themselves by their fire. Dance with us they would encourage only for these men to meet their deaths. You see unlike traditional vampires these beings bore no fangs. It was their nails that could transform into claws that would rip the unfaithful man apart. Legend has it that any hunter whom was married and unfaithful or whom did not honor his kill properly would meet his demise by the hands of the beautiful baobhan sith. The only way to tell the difference between a human woman and this creature of the night was their feet., as their dresses covered the deer hooves they walked upon. 
There are many creatures of the night that I do so adore and the vampire will always be close to my heart. With myths and legend going back centuries to the stories and teaching of the real living vampyres of today. "Real and Living Vampyre?" you may be thinking, why yes dear reader and as it turns out you may just be reading the thoughts of one right now......

You know where to find me if you shall need,
two dirt roads  near the reeds. 
A handful of dead mans dirt
a drop of blood,
don't worry it wont hurt. 
Black cat bones and two small stones.
Proceed with caution
proceed with care
The Crossroads
you can find me there. 


​Lady Ann

From automatic writing to channeling- I used to receive spirit communication often. I  was a teenager and attending a weekly healing group where the knowledge and help was abundant. After settling down and having a family I took time away from my spiritual interactions, at least I had tried. Some experiences still came forth but nothing deeply initiated by me, that was until now. 

Through my recent studies I came across an author who had written about the art of scrying. Rosemary Ellen Guiley. Rosemary was a leading expert in this field. She had written over 50 books and even created an event called the Necromanteum which was a guided black mirror gazing event that helped introduce people to the art of scrying.  Unfortunately Rosemary left this world on July 18th 2019. 

It was not but 4 days ago now, at the time I am writing this that I received not only Rosemary's book "The Art of Black Mirror Scrying"  but my own obsidian mirror.  I made it to page 13 and I began to remember an experience I had a year ago. It was my birthday and I had received one of those bath bombs from a company called Lush. I have always loved their products as they use natural earthy ingredients. Well, one of those bombs was the black rose. 

With candles lit I let the black rose descend into the water, completely turning it black. I lay there relaxing for a time, 6 candles lit. 3 burned out. It came to a point when I had sat up and something caught my eye. I cannot exactly explain what happened, except for the fact that I felt myself instantly fall into a meditative state. I ran my fingers lightly across the top of the water, gazing into the pure blackness that surrounded me. It was then, that I could feel not a single presence but multiple as if there were a small crowd around me. According to Rosemary's book this would be known as Hydromancy. 

I must admit I became afraid and I pushed myself to move, out of the meditative state. Standing and exiting the tub, draining it and turning on all the lights. This memory over took my mind as I read the words on page 13. I forgot that I was reading as I sit there remembering. I knew this was a message and so I drew a bath. 

lighting 8 candles I brought the book with me and I slipped into the bath. There was mention of my great grandfather James VI King of Scots. Apparently he was very much against anything related to witchcraft, it made me wonder about all of my ancestors. Whom were vastly against it and who deeply practiced- if anyone.  

I reached a point of pause and blew out all candles but one. I placed the book in a safe place, grabbed my obsidian mirror and returned into the bath.  Part of me thought that since this was the last location I had an experience that maybe, this would be a good location to revisit such an attempt. As I slipped back into the water, I closed the curtain. I gazed into the mirror and immediately I could feel a presence. It was a male presence that felt familiar.

Recently I have been tying up loose ends in regards to a spirit I believe is attached to the property where I currently reside.  In all honesty it was so real and intense that I closed the session. Turning out on the light, covering up the mirror and blowing out the candle. I would revisit my attempt the following night. 

It was on this night that the results surprised me. 

Setting everything up similar to before, I lit one singular tea light. The candles I had lit before were larger votives. This offered the perfect lighting. I called upon the energies and beings that I do before I do any type of spiritual work. I believe it is important to have an opening ritual before attempting things such at this. I gazed and the mirror slowly began to develop a depth it had not yet had. Within this depth stars began to appear. Small, white, blue lights that moved as if I was standing underneath a clear night sky. It was beautiful, I was in awe. This was when I felt a presence- one that felt familiar to me once more. However this was not the man from before, this was the energy of the pleadians. Beings I had worked with long ago. 

I felt at peace, that was until I saw what looked like fog or mist slowly "spilling" out of the mirror. At this point it was no longer, at least in my mind a one way viewing experience. This confirmed that it can indeed be a very real two way street.  My inner emotions went from peace to surprise and again I decided this would be the point in which I would thank the energies that came and close the current session. 

I took a night off last night but I plan to return to the mirror later this evening....

​You know where to find me if you shall need,
two dirt roads  near the reeds. 
A handful of dead mans dirt
a drop of blood,
don't worry it wont hurt. 
Black cat bones and two small stones.
Proceed with caution
proceed with care
The Crossroads
you can find me there. 


​Lady Ann