The Journal of FreeDragon

Well, there's no video. I tried twice. My video was too big. I made a very short second video and that one won't load. I had the brilliant idea of plugging my phone into my desktop, but this new cord doesn't have a USB end. Have I mentioned that me and technology doesn't mesh? I believe that's a generational curse. My mother thinks that computers are complicated. My father did not see how they were necessary, as computers only speed up work. He was fond of saying the computer is only as smart as the person who programmed it.  I also realized that I can't just film myself talking because I am a slow, rambling Southerner. I really have to think about things and probably film it twice.  So, to summarize the videos: Yesterday, I was supposed to have blood drawn for labs. I am told what day to come, but I can come at any time. I saw a green ServPro truck as I was leaving my house. I got to the doctor's office after 9 and was told there were six people ahead of me...

  I just repeated a spell that I've done several times before. I decided I wanted to start the New Year with an Etsy shop sale. I generally take a picture, then post the picture on DeviantArt so that the Internet lends energy to my spell. These spells are successful. I've never had a spell that I posted fail. I do all sorts of spells online, usually with several layers built in, but out of sight. While I may indicate what kind of spell I am doing, I NEVER explain exactly what I did. I do not want anyone to undo my work.  I feel like spells online is just the latest way for Witches to work between the worlds. We can all be in our homes, or at work, or in restaurants, or on the bus, or waiting for appointments while viewing the same thing at the same time. Or we can see it days, weeks, months later, and still hit the like button, which adds a bit more energy to the work. I love that people I do not know and will never meet face to face, are in agreement with my majick. That's...

  I realize this doesn't look like much of a photo. It is the space for my refrigerator. I had my husband pull the fridge out so I could clean. I clean this area twice a year, in January and June. I got an early start because I would like to do more cooking from scratch. There was an abundance of cobwebs and dust.  After I clean behind the fridge, I will wipe down the entire thing. I would like to put a Zodiac wheel on the door so I can work with the signs more. I have an app which tracks the moon, but I think I want to reminder as soon as I wake up and head to the kitchen.  Christmas went fairly well for us, with only a minimum amount of family drama. My daughter got baptized on Christmas Eve. My sister-in-law was not invited, but she showed up anyway, sitting on the pew directly behind us, but never speaking to either her brother or me. I really do not like my in-laws.  There are a group of monks walking from Texas to Washington DC. They are in my area now and will...

 Yesterday was the winter solstice. I did a spell to release diabetes and to replace my disease with good health. This morning, I felt really good. I slept. I jumped up to tackle housework. Then an allergic reaction hit.  I forgot to mention allergies in my spell. This is me waiting for the swelling to go down. Big problems do not like to go away and when you disturb them, they hit back hard.  I do spells to get rid of diabetes all the time. I have nothing to lose. If it works, great. If it doesn't, I am not any worse off than I was before. Sometimes my a1c improves. Sometimes I can't tell that anything happened, but I will be told all my labs look good. Sometimes I lose a couple of pounds. So I keep trying, even though I don't really expect anything.  That's all for now. I still feel rather drained. Blessed be. 

 Scorpio is the absolute best sign for planting. I water my snake plants during this time. I also refresh my money bowl.  Friday, on the 12-12 portal, I did a spell for my shop and then I ran an ad campaign. On Sunday, I made a sale. I am thinking of repeating the spell today.  Supposedly, pen pals are trending on Pinterest. I made a Deviant Art post to see if anyone would be interested, but I haven't checked to see if anyone is will to subscribe for monthly art. I think it would be fun to send out my art, but I do see how that could get overwhelming fast. I don't expect that much response, and I hope just a handful of folks respond. I would like to align this with moon phases, but I am getting ahead of myself.  I have just finished reading the 9th book of the Outlander series. She's writing one more book about Claire and Jamie and I am very nervous because there's still a lot to resolve. Can Jamie pass through the stones or not? Was it Jamie that Frank saw outside t...

  Today I will be using one of my most powerful tools, my fireplace. It's the 12/12 portal and I've a list to burn.  I almost forgot, until I saw a tiktok video. That Witch mentioned today is a waning moon. She said waning moon prepare for what is to come. I had always thought of waning as letting go, culling, banishing. But you get rid of stuff to make room for the new, so I guess that tracks.  I like the number 12. Twelve is a really good number for quilting. 12 inches makes a nice sized quilt block. 12 blocks makes a quilt. 12 blocks alone makes a twin sized quilt, and 12 blocks with sashing and borders makes a full sized quilt.  There's twelve months in a year, and 12 numbers on a clock. Our whole lives are ruled by 12.  So today, on the 12th day of the 12th month during a waning moon, I am letting go of what I do not wish to carry into the next year because I would rather my year be full of things I actually enjoy. Thursday, January 1, 2026 has a waxing gib...

  The tree is up. I put it together and my daughter decorated. All seasonal decorations are stored at my mother's house because a long time ago, I thought we were moving to that property. It didn't happen. I don't really like being around my mother because she is a horrible person. So I put off getting the tree for weeks.  Yesterday, my mother came here. For some reason, she walked up to the door, opened the screen, then around and left. I walked out onto the porch, calling for her. I know she saw me. I know she could hear me, but she was very busily pretending that she didn't. I kept calling, getting more annoyed, until I yelled, "I know you can hear me." She snapped back, "The fuck I can!" and kept walking. At the car, she made a very big production of pretending to glance up to notice me. Then she grumbled all the way back to the porch.  And why did she come to my house? To tell me that she would no longer be shopping in a grocery store because th...

 Good morning, my dears. I am working steadily on the Spring Witches & Majick Series. It's cold and wet in my part of the world, making it an excellent time to write. I have cleaned more of my library, removing clutter, and sorting out the overwhelming amount of toys belonging to my daughter and grandchildren. I did not take any pictures of this process because I am embarrassed by the mess. I suppose life is messy, and creating is very messy, but still, there are some parts I would rather no one saw.  This is the art quilt I am currently working on. It's called Down the Rabbit Hole. I still need to sew on flowers and butterflies, then make the back. Here is a close up: I am also making spell candles: Obviously, this is a store bought 7 day candle. I am making charms to tie to the glass. This particular candle needs to be finished today so it can be gifted this weekend.  I decided 2026 was the year of slow quilting. I would work on something a little bit each day so th...

 My sister-in-law got married on November 1. My daughter was a flower girl. She's 10. We were not invited to the wedding.  The more my husband thought about it, the more angry he got. He announced to his father that if we are not invited, then our daughter may not participate.  Our Thanksgiving plans changed multiple times. Finally, it was me, hubby, daughter, and middle son. I did most of my cooking two days before so I could spend my Thanksgiving lounging in pajamas, drinking coffee, and watching the parade.  Sister-in-law planned an elaborate dinner. However, youngest sister refused to change her plans, so the big Thanksgiving dinner was moved to Saturday. We were still not invited. My husband is still fuming. His baby sister came to town but did not bother to speak to him the whole weekend.  My father-in-law has been very nice. I think he feels a lot of guilt. But he's not addressing the actual issue between his children. Thus, his niceness feels forced and ...