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  1. Let me tell you a tale…which explains the ridiculously delicious mood I’m in currently.

    Ever since I was a little girl I’ve always know who I am to the core, what interests me and what doesn’t. true…I wanted to be Ursula, and felt the wicked witch in the Wizard of Oz was unfairly mistreated. I mean, who was going to feed the flying monkeys when she was melted over a pair of shoes? See. Look I’m off on a tangent.

    Anyway, I compromised somewhat in adulthood.  Why? Fear of other people’s opinions.  Which seems ludicrous given how I look and how opinionated I can be. I think the reason for that is my appearance doesn’t matter, what I’m saying about a situation, doesn’t matter at the end of the day. Opinions are like arseholes and all that. It’s all materialistic, and gift wrapping.  it’s not what makes up a soul or person that we see. The core or root of who we are comes from within, our morals, principles and beliefs is what I think matters, harder to justify and explain, as no-one else has ever walked in your shoes and nobody can ever prove you wrong…although I have met those that have tried.

    So, when Flynn and I set up The Hallowed Spiritual Sanctuary last year, we felt, for some reason that if we were true to who we really were, then it may not work, we had to appeal to the masses and be the watered-down version, the socially acceptable versions of ourselves for it to work. What was we thinking. Like seriously.  Fear. I’ve seen in the media across the country how Metaphysical shops get bombarded with hate speech, forced out of shops, windows broken, stupid comments made. Just harassed for their chosen way of life, why does it matter so much to people? The world is a messed-up place and it’s all down to ignorance.

    Because of this, we are going to stand up for who we are, be who we want to be, and help those in the same situation, hopefully. Yes, I imagine it won’t be plain sailing. (Neither was being alternative in a town full of normal but thank you for the thick skin)

    Gone is the fluff.  I’ve dusted off my hat. The wind has changed, if you look to the skies, you will probably see…. not me, would take a hurricane to get me off the ground. But you know what I mean.

    We are going to share our experiences with you, and what we have learnt over the past 30 years. It’s not going to be all fluffy and whimsical and it sure as hell isn’t like the movies. So, we welcome you to

    Hallowed Grimoire.

  2. Well. Tonight after circle, minding my own business a beast the size of a dragon flew through the open door, which caused a squealing fest and resulting in me shutting myself in the spider realm ( toilet ) after much "ado" Mandy Flynn was heroic and using the power of the feathered top hat, and karmic eating book or something bestowed with the power of archangels themselves removed the offending mythological creature and cast him out into the dark abyss. Where he ( clearly a man, no sense of direction) joined his winged compadres trying to smash their way into the Hallowed. ( probably to flirt ) I took a photo they were that brazen ???? I fear I can only go to work in an all out bee suit, ( or coat of armour if anyone has one laying around)

    Turns out they are female, google taught me that the girls have 6 feathered antenna, whereas the males have seven. what disturbs me most is the Mediumship circle leader suddenly turned into Photographer extraordinaire which was what unleashed the kraken in the first place!



  3. This week at The Hallowed its been manic so forgive our lack of blog!  Our oils finally arrived, our incense blends have started to appear on the shelves and we became friends with a group of Alpacas! 

    Flynn and i ventured out to a Pagan moot this week, one we hadnt attended before, there was a talk on Heathens i was interested in hearing plus i was starving and it was being held in a pub that did food, bonus! ...Alas not, it proved to be our undoing...so, After seeing what i could have on the menu it turns out all i could eat was Chicken tikka masala...ok im game, Flynn had decided to have the same, save her salivating over mine while she poked some burger she would later regret!  Food was allowed upstairs and we was told we could enjoy our meal while the talk was taking place, fellow mooters (if thats even a word) were happily tucking into chips, so i gave little thought to what dangers lay ahead. I should have realised from the minute the waiter was searching for us, seated smack bang in the middle of the room we had all appeared to squish up in...i was alerted to the waiter by Flynn slowly raising her hand and gesturing that yes, the firecrackers he was carrying were indeed ours. well, we couldnt eat it at first as we had no cutlery but we did have these giantic poppadoms... i never knew when you break a poppadom it sounds like a bomb going off and every mouthful sounds like im doing the riverdance on a walkers crisps assembly line.  All eyes on the poppadom munchers!!! i was torn between near stavation and social etiquette...i neednt have worried because the choice was taken out of my hands by Flynn punching a hole in the centre of hers, the sound reverberated throughtout romford and the neighbouring districts, safe to say we will forever be known as the poppadom ladies who sat in the centre and cackled their way through the evening to ourselves as no-one else sat with us...cant think why, maybe we had poppadom in our teeth.  The plus side was we met a couple of nice people who filled us in on the cellar that smelt of death and the butler in the upstairs toilet, we enjoyed ourselves immensely and will be going to more in the area, only this time we will eat beforehand!


  4. I love packing a bag and driving over hills and dales to sample new sights and smells and talk to strangers about the weather and how we are currently colder than iceland or other nuggets of information i find fascinating, its right up there along with Mandys addiction to hats...i never knew you could wear two at the same time..anyway i digress. We went on a road trip to the very magical Glastonbury, down past Stonehenge where the traffic is slow enough for passengers to take a picture and marvel at the size, i always feel like the air crackles with mysticism and the fields surrounding harbour memories of a long ago era.

    Arriving in Glastonbury on a late, cold january evening we were met with cosy fireside meals in a haunted public house followed by live music and coffee in another, by the time i got to my bed i was too tired to fight the ladybirds (dont ask! lol)

    I nearly jumped up and down when i found Shieldmaiden down a little side street the following day, Mandy for once blended into the background in her faux fur floor length coat (who knew that was possible, especially when a dog tried to eat it a mere ten minutes before) amazing shop and i had to stop myself from buying a drinking horn as i had promised husband i neeeeeeded a new bag..in hindsight i should have brought it and strode about with my extra long scarf flapping about in the wind toasting random passers by and brandishing my horn like a footballer with the F.A cup. alas. i was being sensible and brought yet another ring to match my 20 others, me swilling mead is most definitely for the warmer weather! 

    All in all we had an awesome mini adventure and i left with bagfuls of books, Chalice Well water, a ton of memories & feeling inspired, energised & full of cake lol. 

    Rowan :)

  5. Today a friend reminded me of something I posted a year ago on Facebook, I had visited a spiritual centre, discussed it with my bestie and a seed was born. A seed that has now turned into our beautiful Hallowed Sanctuary. 

    As I'm driving to work listening to Cold Play thinking of how the universe works, and am delighted that all of our positive thoughts, hard work and manifesting has resulted in the opening of our very own spiritual sanctuary exactly one year later!  

    The sun is shining through the trees, red autumn leaves still remain on the forest floor, my journey to work is exquisite, the music is magical and fills me with love, love for my new life, for my best friend, love for our future at The Hallowed Spiritual Sanctuary together.

    So in less than two days our dream is going to open its doors to welcome you all. We are humbled and truly thankful for all of your well wishes and hope to share a wonderful day with you.

    Love and stuff

    Mandy & Rowan