An undine (also spelled ondine) is an elemental of water and the word itself is derived from the latin root “unda” which means wave.  Guardians of the west and ruled by the moon, the undine in the tarot is represented by the suit of cups. Like the ocean they come from, undines can be temperamental and have various emotional extremes from calm to ferocious.

I personally resonate with the water element even though I am predominately an air sign. I think this connection comes from my father’s influence as I spent lots of time near or in the ocean growing up.  My father was a deep sea diver, captained various vessels and was an avid fisherman who also served in the navy.  He taught me how to swim when I was 4 (by throwing me off a pier) and a few years later I reached the highest levels in my swim/dive class at school due to my fearless confidence.  Even after a close call with a shark (which could of taken my left hand) when I was 6 and nearly drowsing (due to a rip when I was deep sea swimming) when I was 16, nothing has put off my obsession with the ocean.  I have always felt like I was being taken care of and protected by the elementals of water and developed a fascination with mermaids and later on sirens.


(Odysseus and the Sirens by John William Waterhouse)

I have had a thing for Sirens ever since I first visited my maternal grandmother’s home island of Lemnos and learned about their mythology from the Ancient Greek point of view. There was more to their myth than trying to lure Odysseus and his crewmen with their song to their watery deaths by crashing their vessel against the rocky shoreline.  They were known to have beautiful voices which lured people (predominately male mariners) into the depths of the sea where they resided.  However some of the locals I spoke to during my last trip to Lemnos insist it wasnt the sirens voices but the words they used which was so poetically entrancing that it would seduce anyone anywhere.

(The Siren by John William Waterhouse)

In Lemnos at a place near my grandmothers home was a place called Kaviria (where the kavirian mysteries took place) and where according to local folklore legend, the Sirens reside. The siren is known as the handmaidens of Persephone and are part bird and part woman.  When Persephone was was taken by Hades, Demeter gave the sirens wings to search for her.  Demeter then cursed the sirens for not assisting when they witnessed Persephone’s abduction by Hades. Muse of the underworld, the siren was considered a very powerful creature whose image was used as a protective totem by the locals of Lemnos.  Where my grandmother’s house is located near the Kaviria in Lemnos (far east of the island) they have found many images of the siren buried under homes as a protection charm (see image below).

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 (c) T. Georgitsis 2014

Pagan Blog Project: T is for Terrariums


(c) image 2013 T. Georgitsis:-
terrarium for a friend with succulents: black prince, violet queen and zebra plants.

T is for Terrarium

A Terrarium is a miniature indoor garden contained within a clear container. And have been around since the mid 1800’s.

Tina’s Terrarium Technique (© T. Georgitsis 2014)


  • Any clear glass container: fish bowl, vase, jar (note: containers used with a glass cover need less watering)
  • Gravel or Pebbles (using coloured stones gives a great visual)
  • Sphagnum or Sheet Moss (omit if you can’t source)
  • Potting Mix (I prefer indoor potting mix)
  • Plants (I prefer cacti or succulents due to their hardy nature)


  1. Ensure you thoroughly wash and dry the glass container (and cover if used) you will be using for your terrarium.
  2. Place a layer of the gravel/pebbles on the bottom of the container which is done to ensure adequate draining occurs when the plants are watered.
  3. Place a layer of sphagnum or sheet moss to stop potting mix from trickling through to the bottom of the glass container.
  4. Place a layer of potting mix which is damp on top of the moss.
  5. Arrange the plants within the potting mix in a visually pleasing manner.
  6. Arrange a thin layer of gravel/pebbles on the top to ensure the plants and potting mix is stable.
  7. Place any accessories you like such as rocks, shells, small statues as decorations on the top.
  8. Place terrarium in the home/office/business within indirect sunlight. Turning the terrarium every so often ensures the plants grow evenly. Prune periodically ensuring all the dead leaves are removed and the height and width of plants remain at optimum level so they don’t overcrowd the container.
  9. Water weekly. I suggest a spray bottle used over the plants to ensure they aren’t over watered.  If you are using a lid on your container ensure the plants are completely dry after you have watered them before replacing the lid. Fertilise with a small amount of water soluble fertiliser once a year (spring is the best).

Simple Use for Terrariums

Is a great home warming gift or can be placed in the office as a detoxing plant.

© T. Georgitsis 2014

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terrarium for a friend with succulents: black prince, violet queen and zebra plants.

Pagan Blog Project: S is for Story

The Beginning and The End

She looked at her hands – flesh blistering and bleeding.  The raw pain she felt made her eyes sting, causing salty tears to streak down her face.  A muffled whimpering was echoing off the walls of her deep cell.  She soon realised it was coming from her.

“I will never confess.” She half whispered to herself, as she gathered the strength to steadily pick herself up.

She shuffled across the filthy floor, jingling the chains which bound her feet.  A foreboding feeling came over her, as she made her way to the barred window which overlooked the town square.  Shafts of light touch touched her vacuous face as she viewed the spectacle unfolding before her.  The townspeople gathered in the square.  Peddlers set up stalls selling sweet bread and ale, while others set up viewing stands in front of the pyre.

She raised her hand and gently touched her carelessly shaven head.  The raven hair was no more.  Her body repulsed at the thoughts of those men touching her.  She wore her pain like a mask, but those emerald eyes still remained her most alluring feature.  To this grand beauty they had put flames to the soles of her feet and palms of her hands.  On the rack they had stretched her like toffee and whipped her naked back until it bled.

“No mater ”, she whispered, “I know where I go.”

Her thoughts were interrupted with the loud creaking sound of the cell door being unbolted and opened by the guards.  In walked Father Toulouse carrying a well worn copy of the Malleus Maleficarum – the inquisitors bible – under one arm.  In the other he carried a small black leather bag, much like the Parisian doctors carry.

“Bring me a small table and a stool.” he snapped at one of the guards, while narrowing his eyes in the direction of the woman.

“Do you wish to confess now Verity?”

“Confess to what?” she answered.

“You are a member of the Vaudois, are you not?  You meet with other heathens and practice your rituals.  You cavort with Satan, do you not?  You perform your Sabbaths to honour him.  Do you confess!”

“What are you trying to say, Father?” she said teasingly.

“That you’re a witch!” he shouted, the last word echoing off the damp walls.

“Oh!  Such accusations!”

She began to laugh madly, her voice ringing out and scraping the cell.

“You sacrificed that child.  You took the life right out of it and gave it to the Devil!”

With a sudden burst of anger Verity leapt forward and stood stock still, two feet from him, her eyes piercing his like a needle.

“I was trying to help Emlen give birth.  Unfortunately the child was stillborn.  There was nothing I could do.  There was nothing anyone could have done.”

“Lies, all lies.  You can’t be trusted.  It is written in the Bible.  The Apostle John was heard to say that women were the downfall of man.”

“Believe that, let it comfort you.  John was a woman hater, the same as yourself.  You want to oppress me because you fear me.  You fear what I know.”

“How dare you speak such abominations to me!  You are Satan’s spawn, so help me God you will be driven into the pits of hell where you belong.”

“Satan doesn’t exist, you created him along with your idealistic God.  You think we are all born with original sin – how pathetic!”

“Curb your tongue witch.  You will be thrust down into the eternal fires of hell soon enough.  Many have witnessed your bewitching powers.  We have signed documentation stating you practice the Black Arts.  This alone can send you to your death, for heresy is against God’s law.

The cell door creaked open once again and the guard brought in the table and stool.

“Place them in the middle of the room.” ordered Father Toulouse.

Verity backed away and wrapped her arms around herself in a protective manner.  Father Toulouse proceeded to empty the contents of his bag onto the table.  He took out a box of matches, a yellow candle, a candle holder engraved with tiny dancing angels, a small brass bell and a Bible.  His trembling hands lit the candle and placed it in the candle holder.  He picked up the copy of the Malleus Maleficarum turned to a marked page and began to read out loud.

We exclude Verity Lore from the bosom of our Holy Mother the Church, and we judge her condemned to the eternal fires with Satan and his angels and all the reprobate, so long as she will not burst the fetters of the demon, do penance and satisfy the Church.

With that he closed the book, rang the bell once and extinguished the candle by thrusting it down onto the ground.

“Let God’s will be done.”

v v v

A short time after Father Toulouse had made his exit, some women from the village had come to her.  They had bathed her in wintry water scented with frankincense and dressed her in an unsullied white robe which reached down to her toes.

All the while Verity thought of her impeding fate.  She knew she was being prepared like wild pig for feasting.  Verity didn’t fear death –  that had never bothered her.  Leaving her kindred – that had never bothered her either, as she knew they would see each other again – if not in this life, in the next.  What bothered her was the exhibition she was being made into.  People had obviously come to see the burning of a witch – no matter if the accused was innocent or guilty.

It grieved her to think of her family watching as they set her alight.  Her body twisting and thrashing about with extreme agony.  Afterwards the chosen ones would gather her ashes and cast them to the four winds, not enabling her to have a final resting place.

“Here take this and carry it in front of you while you make your way towards the pyre.” said one of the women.

Verity let her thoughts return from the scene playing in her mind and looked at what the woman held before her.  It was a white, six pound candle.

“Is this supposed to invite death?” Verity said mockingly.

“You’re a marked woman now,” said the woman, as she gestured Verity to follow.

She was led out of her confining cell and up some squalid stairs until they reached the oak door.  This door connected the prison cells to the church anteroom.  Verity was then taken out of the dismal looking church and into the beaming light of day.  Many had gathered.  The town square was full of people pushing and elbowing each other to get a good view.

“Make your way to the pyre.” Another faceless woman said, as Verity was given a shove.

Verity swallowed her anguish.  With her hands outstretched bearing the candle she gradually made her way to the foot of the pyre.  The crowd oohed and ahhed as she passed.  A few actually called out to her, protesting she confess to her guilt.

Father Toulouse appeared out of the dense crowd and took a place by her side.  He nervously unrolled a piece of parchment he was holding and cleared his throat.

“Silence!” he yelled.

The crowd grew quiet in anticipation.  Father Toulouse took a quick glance at the crowd before focusing his attention to what was written before him.  He cleared his throat once more and announced:

I Father Michael Toulouse by the mercy of God of the Roman Catholic Church, seeing that you Verity Lore, of Arras in the province of Southern France, has been accused before us of such heresy as worshiping Satan and committing such crimes as taking another’s life, manipulating elemental force, shape shifting, the conjuring of spirits, sorcery with intent to harm and bewitching people to do your will.

Wishing to make sure the charges made against you are true and whether you walk in darkness or light, I proceeded to inform myself by diligently examining the witnesses and questioning you, and by proceeding in every way I was bound by the canonical decrees.

Wishing to conclude your trial in a manner beyond doubt, I have diligently examined each circumstance and the material provided in the present case and I find you Verity Lore have been legally convicted of having been infected with the sin of heresy for so long a time, that you have said and committed crimes against the Holy Church, and are therefore legitimately convicted of the said heresy.

The Church of God has waited for you to repent and acknowledge your guilt, and you have refused and still refuse, so the Church’s grace and mercy can go no further.  Therefore you must be an example to others and that they may be keep from all such heresies and that such crimes may not remain unpunished.

Hence, I Father Michael Toulouse on behalf of the Roman Catholic faith judge, declare and pronounce sentence that you Verity Lore standing her in our presence at the hour of midday on the 21st September 1688, in the town square of Arras are an impenitent heretic we deliver and abandon you to the sentence of death by fire to be carried out immediately.

A sudden wave of shouts arose from the crowd, declaring their consent.

Verity scanned the crowd for familiar faces.  None – all had abandoned her.

“I wish to speak!” she cried out.

“She wishes to confess,” one shouted.

“She wants to beg for forgiveness,” yelled another.

“Hear me out!  Let me speak!” she screamed over the crowd.

“Very well,” said Father Toulouse turning towards Verity.

“You may have a few moments, but chose your words carefully as they will be your last.”

“Silence everyone!” he yelled, “I will let her speak one last time before you.”

Verity thought silently for a moment.  She put the candle down on the cobbled stones and faced the crowd.  She raised her arms pleadingly and took a deep breath.

“I stand here before you all, a condemned woman.  Sentenced to die a hideous death – for what?  For the crime of serving you and your families.”

A loud mumbling escaped from the crowd.

“I cured you when you were struck down with ills.  I healed your broken bones and torn flesh.  I listened when you spoke of your sorrows and heartbreaks and I in turn offered advice to mend them.  I helped your mothers, wives and children birth comely babes.  This is how you repay me – with accusations and lies.  What has befallen you,  that you wish to see me destroyed when the only thing I ever gave you was my love? I weep for you now because you do not know what you have done.  The law of three will be upon you and I will not be able to deter what will come.  The end is the beginning and the beginning is the end.”

“Father”, she said turning her attention to Father Toulouse.

“I pity you and I hope you find the peace which you are searching for.  And to all of you, I bid farewell and may the gods have mercy on you.”

In the blink of an eye Verity ran up the pyre steps, grabbed the flint torch from the black hooded executioner and set the pyre alight.  She discarded the torch and thrust herself into the flames.  Screams erupted from the crowd as people ran in all directions pushing and shoving to get away.  Father Toulouse was so shaken he clasped his hands in prayer as he fell to the ground.

Meanwhile Verity twisted and convulsed as the flames enveloped her.  She let out a piercing cry…and then there was blackness.

In the distance a voice could be heard.

“Christine, Christine can you hear me?  Christine, when I count to three you will travel back to the present time.  You will open your eyes and find yourself in the safe and comfortable surroundings of my lounge room.  You will remember what you have seen but you will not bring back any pain from that time.

One, two, three.  Open your eyes now Christine.  Can you hear me?  Are you alright?”

“Um.…. yeah, I’m ok.  Just feel a little shaken.  Didn’t expect to see what I did.”

“I know, sometimes its hard going back, but that’s the only way you can figure out what baggage you’ve brought with you.”

“Well, I’ve seen it and I tell you what – I’m not going to forget it too soon!”

“You look like you need a cup of tea.  If you get something into you, it’ll help you get grounded.  Just relax and I’ll make you one.  I won’t be too long.”

“Sure, thanks.”

“The end is the beginning and the beginning is the end.” Christine half whispered to herself.

I would like to dedicate this story to the men, women and children whose innocent lives were taken during several inquisitions from 1231 – 1860.  During these centuries of injustice many innocent people were persecuted for acts they did not commit.  To our fallen brothers and sisters their memory lives on – for they live inside us.

(c) T. Georgitsis,  1998 (Appeared in a pagan anthology called “Beyond The Pillars” in 2013)



Pagan Blog Project: H is for Hot Foot Powder


What is Hot Foot Powder?

Hot Foot Powder (aka Get Away or Drive Away) is hoodoo folk magick which has the specific intent of driving away unwanted people.  It can be used as part of foot track magick which is a magick that utilises the track or dirt of someone’s footprint. Hot Foot powder is created with a mixture of minerals and herbs.

Tina’s Hot Foot Powder (© T. Georgitsis 2014)

Ingredients (a pinch of each)

  1. Cayenne Pepper
  2. Sulfur or Gunpowder
  3. Salt
  4. Black Pepper
  5. Graveyard Dirt
  6. Red Sandlewood
  7. Tormentil (OR a mix of Hyssop & Rue OR Nettle or White Sage)


  1. Mix all the ingredients ensuring the herb is ground up and place in an envelope or container for future use.

Simple Use for Hot Foot Powder

Sprinkle under the chair or bed of an unwanted guest.

© T. Georgitsis 2014

Pagan Blog Project: G is for Gris-Gris

What is a Gris-Gris?

A Gris-Gris (aka grigri) is an African centric voodoo amulet which has a specific intent and purpose of protecting the wearer from evil spirits, negative forces, brings in luck and/or is used as a method of contraception*.  It usually takes the shape of a small cloth bag and contains a ritualistic amount of small objects (usually a prime number between 3-13) and prayers from the Qur’an which is specifically tailored to the person who will be wearing it.

Tina’s Make Your Own Gris-Gris Bag (© T. Georgitsis 2014)


  1. Personal effect of wearer.
  2. Stones, crystals, herbs, roots, resins, bones, coins, charms and tokens.
  3. Seal, sigil, prayer or petition which has been drawn with magickal ink on parchment.
  4. 2 inch by 3 inch hand stitched bag with one end left open and made from cotton, flannel or leather (chose a colour to suit your intent);
  5. Handmade cord, hemp string, wax thread or leather cording.


  1. Ensure the 4 elements are present upon your working altar: candle- east, bowl of blessed water – west, incense – north, graveyard dirt- south and arrange them appropriately over a symbol of a cosmogram or veve.
  2. Place the bag in the centre as this is where you will create your gris-gris.
  3. Bless and smudge the 3-13 items individually as you put them in the bag.
  4. Tie up the open end of the bag with cord or string.
  5. Sprinkle with blessed water and recite a personal incantation of intent.
  6. Smudge with incense.
  7. Recite personal words of power into the gris-gris to active it.
  8. Finally focus your intent and purpose of the gris-gris and breathe on it.

Simple Use for Gris-Gris

Pin to your undergarment for personal protection.

* = with complimentary assistance, do not use as the only method of contraception.

© T. Georgitsis 2014

Pagan Blog Project: F is for Florida Water

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What is Florida Water?

Florida water is a cologne type water used for spiritual and magickal purposes in the Americas (originally used and created by Caribbean and African descendants).  The name comes from the flowery tones of the scent as well as references to The Fountain of Youth which is rumoured to be located in Florida.

It is used to clean, purify, heal, protect, banish negativity, break hexes, as offerings to the spirits of the dead and as a base of scrying water.

Tina’s Florida Water  (© T. Georgitsis 2014)


  1. 200 mls of rosewater
  2. 200 mls of orange blossom water
  3. 50 mls of vodka
  4. 8 drops Lavender Oil
  5. 8 drops Bergamot Oil
  6. 3 drops Clove Oil
  7. Small handful of dried purple sage blossoms OR jasmine blossoms(you can omit this if you like)
  8. Own Perfume


  1. In a glass bottle with a wide mouth pour the dried sage blossoms.
  2. Add vodka.
  3. Now add rose water and orange blossom water.
  4. Add Lavender, Bergamot and Clove Oil.
  5. Add a few sprays or drops of your personal perfume.
  6. Shake and place in dark cupboard or refrigerator (if herb added) for a moon cycle.
  7. After a moon cycle strain the herb out, then use.

Simple Use for Florida Water

Add a capful to your mop bucket and wash the floors to dispel negativity in the home.

© T. Georgitsis 2014

Pagan Blog Project: D is for DIY

I like to challenge myself to learn to make my own devotional items, especially since I prefer to tailor things for my own spiritual and magickal needs/wants.  I find all you need is a can-do attitude, patience and practice – which is essential in developing your crafting skills.

Making your own magickal items for your workings can also ensure the ingredients you use are environmentally and ethically sourced. Also you dont have to spend a fortune for commercially manufactured items which can always be on the pricey side and you can make things from recycled materials so you cut down on waste.

When my aunt and mother were creating their magickal crafts there wasnt a local occult shop they could just pop into.  What they did is made do with what they could use from around the house and also what they could wild harvest in nature.  I am so glad to have had this influence in my early years because quite frankly its taught me to be self-sufficient and not wasteful.

I have a thing for not throwing anything out which I might use at a later date.  I have a cupboard filled with old jars, containers and the like which aren’t appropriate for giving away and can be reused.  They come in handy when making your own craft items.

black salt

(Pictured above is some Hekate: Black Salt – I reused an old spice jar which I had washed, sterilized, used to pack the black salt and re-labelled.  Even the ingredients used are re- purposed by using offerings I made to Hekate in the way of rock salt and home grown herbs which I had burned into ash.)

Here are some tips I have which I have found valuable over the years:

*Wash and store old glass jars, bottles and containers as they can come in handy to store various items in such as oil blends, herbs, resins, incense, waters, powders etc. You can also use jars as soy candle holders and bottles as candle holders or vases.

* Used charcoal blocks can be used in recipes such as black salt or can be gathered and placed in a charcoal burner as a buffer between the container and a lit charcoal piece.

*Old pieces of wood can be used to make a pentacle, portable shrine or tools box.

*Perishable offerings can be thrown into a compost for use over a garden and some items can be used to regrow the vegetable or plant it came from by harvesting seeds to planting the item remnants.  I have done this successfully with garlic and onions and even some herbs.

*Offerings in the form of flowers, herbs, salt and even fruit can be reused in the making of incense, waters etc. Drying them out in a slow burning oven after you’ve cut up your ingredients is a great way to reuse fruit peel in blends.

*Broken plates, glasses, old pins, rusty nails etc can be used for protection magick such as witches bottles.

*The stubs of candles can be used similar to sealing wax in various spells and workings.


If anyone has any other re-purposed ideas they would like to share with me please do 😀


© All images and information shared – T. Georgitsis 2014

Pagan Blog Project: A is for Abramelin Oil

What is Abramelin Oil

Abramelin oil is an oil blend used for ceremonial purposes. The recipe is an adaptation from the Jewish Holy Oil of the Tanakh and appears in the mediaeval grimoire called “The Book of the Sacred Magic of Abramelin the Mage” written by Abraham of Worms. It was popularised and brought into the modern era by practitioners of the occult Aleister Crowley and SL McGregor Mathers.

Tina’s Abramelin Oil   


  1. 2 Part Myrrh
  2. 1 Part Cassia (replace with 1 part cinnamon if not able to source)
  3.  3 Parts Cinnamon
  4. 1 Part Calamus (aka Sweet Flag)
  5.  4-8 Parts Olive Oil (depending on preference for strength of scent ie use less if you want it stronger)


  1. Blend all oils.
  2. Once blended, store in a glass vial and keep within the temple out of direct sunlight.

Simple Use for Abramelin Oil

A masculine anointing and consecration oil for temple tools and self.  Provides wisdom, stability, love, prosperity and success.

Anoint crown chakra and third eye before ceremonial magick work.

© T. Georgitsis 2014

Pagan Blog Project: D is for Divine Dance


(Image (C) T. Georgitsis 2012)

Dance has long been regarded as a exemplary way to elevate one’s soul in a spiritual way. Dance has been part of religious ceremonies, rites and celebrations from time immemorial. Its a way to display the myths of various cultures and has been used  to pass on traditions of these cultures for generations . Divine dance is a wondrous way to commune and connect with Deity.  This occurs by becoming an instrument attuned through repetitive movement which can induce transcendence. Dance can also be used as a tool for the transmission of  healings and blessings which can manifest as a euphoric or peaceful feeling.

Dance allows you to tap into the cosmic consciousness and can raise your vibration. With devotion, dance becomes an offering to the gods and ancestors  – in its essence its  alchemy in action. When you move in rhythmic motions it opens you up and fills you with a harmonic energy which expands your perception.  Dance connects you to your primal self yet at the same time can strengthen your sentient link to your higher self.

Dance is a form of moving meditation allowing us to weave the magickal world into the mundane. With dedication and regular practice you can master the various subtle energies around and outside of you, to further develop the bond between you and the cosmic energies.  With love and devotion, dance can unfold and manifest into the most beautiful works of art.

(Image (C) T. Georgitsis 2012)

Some examples of divine dancing can be seen through Turning Dervish Dance, Zaar Dance, Indian Classical Dance, Sword Dance, Maypole Dance, Cham Dance, Greek Folk Dance and Jewish Worship Dances just to name a few.

I learned how to dance pretty much around the same time I learned to walk.  I was influenced by my family who indulged in this pastime at various celebratory events, as well as my general love of music which would inspire me to get lost in various styles and rhythms.    When I was around 6 I started to attend formal Greek Folk dancing lessons and I didn’t realise at the time how instrumental and what an impact it would have in my devotions to the gods.  Over the years I have tried various forms of dance but the one I always come back to and use regularly for communion with spirit is traditional Egyptian Belly Dance. I have written a short article on its benefits which can be viewed here:

Whatever style of dance you are drawn to, try to engage in it regularly as an offering and see how it enhances your magickal and spiritual practice.

© All images and articles  T. Georgitsis 2014

(Image (C) T. Georgitsis 2012)

Pagan Blog Project: C is for Crystal Cleansers

Crystals pick up and take on negative energies through emotions, thoughts and physical interaction from their owners, their environment and also from others who handle them. Therefore its prudent that crystals be cleansed periodically to clear these toxic energies and be recharged. 

You can clean your crystals by:

1. Immersing them in salt water for 24 hours under the *sun or moon light or by wiping them with a damp cloth soaked in salt water.

2. Immersing them in a bowl of brown rice for 3 days on an altar or in the NW corner of a room, home or business.

3. Immersing them in a bowl of purified water with fresh flower petals such as marigolds, sage blossoms, sun flowers, iris, honeysuckle, daisies, roses, rosemary blossoms, lemon blossoms, carnations, cherry blossoms and apple blossoms.

3. Smudge using herbs such as lavender, sage, cedar and bay.

4. Crystal programming (aka thought projection).  This is the most difficult and requires focused concentration and experience in meditation and working with crystal energies.

5. Reiki/Sekhem/Seichim which utilities specific symbols channeled through the breath and hands.

6. By burying in the earth (garden, pot plant, sand) for 24 hours.

7. By sound intoning using crystal bowls, chanting, Tibetan singing bowls, sistras, bellydance symbals, bells, tuning forks and singing.

8. By placing them on or within a clear quartz or amethyst quartz: cluster, slab or cave. You can also place a smokey quartz single terminator crystal on top of them.


I like to make my own crystal cleanser which I put into a spray bottle and then spray over my crystal jewelry, caves, slabs, balls, and other shaped crystals due to convenience.  This same cleanser can be added to a bowl or tub of purified water which you can wash your crystals in.


Tina’s Crystal Cleanser (© T. Georgitsis 2001)


1 teaspoons of Rock Salt
250 mils Orange Blossom Water
A pinch of Fresh Rose Petals (omit if you will not or cannot  refrigerate)
3 Drops of Essential Oil of Clove
Small Amethyst Crystal (Pebble Sized)
300 mil Capacity Spray Bottle


  1. Place crystal in bottom of spray bottle.
  2. Crush rock salt into fine powder and pour into spray bottle.
  3. Pour orange blossom water and clove oil into spray bottle and shake vigorously.
  4. Add Rose petals and refrigerate until needed (refrigeration isn’t needed if rose petals are not added).

© All articles, recipes and images T. Georgitsis 2014

*= Do not place amethyst, lavender quartz, rose quartz, smokey quartz, ametrine, beryl, fluorite, danburite, citrine, aquamarine, celestite and kunzite  in direct sunlight as it fades.

** = Do not use on soft porous crystals such as: malachite, selenite, angelite, howlite, aragonite, azurite, dolomite,  as it will deteriorate the crystals.