How to find a familiar and what they do
You can find a familiar anywhere, you just have to be open to one coming into your life.
To find a familiar
Ground and center. Visualize a being to help you in your magic. You can be specific to animal but then you may be limiting the lessons you can learn. On the other hand if you are allergic to animal or hate them go ahead and let the universe know what you prefer.
Note; There is absolutely nothing wrong with going to a shelter or a rescue agency to find a familiar. You have to be open though when you do and that can be a bit traumatic but I guarantee if your familiar is there, you will know it.
Mine literally dropped into my lap and crawled up my chest at work. He was a 4 week old kitten that was in a box my boss dropped on my desk and said, sex them and you can have one. I was supposed to be picking up a kitten that afternoon from another co-worker when he arrived. I wanted a female and the sneaky little ball of black fur was so young his balls hadn’t dropped so I miss sexed him. Didn’t matter because he crawled out of the box onto my chest looked straight in my eyes and fell asleep there. I was lost. He went home with me and that was that.
He got his name because it was right before Samhain and I brought him home and set him down and he did the Halloween kitty back arch to my partner’s golden lab who proceeded to climb the couch to get away from the tiny hissing beast. He was all black until he started to age and got grey arm pits.
I suspect at least some familiars are humans taking a short stay before coming back as humans. I have good reason to think that. I had a knee surgery and was sent back home to 116 degree heat and no ac in the apartment and the dr gave me vicodin which I turned out to be horribly allergic to. You apply ice and then heat from a heating pad after surgery knee surgery. Somewhere between the heat and the drugs I started to hallucinate and the cat climbed on my chest and was trying to heal me as near as anyone could tell. I dreamed/saw a woman with long black hair dressed in clothes from the 1700’s. I can’t remember much of the conversation but she told me it was going to be alright. (I was also passing blood clots.) I woke up from this and the cat was looking at me with exactly the same look on his face and was almost in the same posture and I had no doubt as to whom he had been.
He would come running every time I did a reading or worked any kind of magic. When I was living with another partner he brought home a kitten and a week or so later he came back to the apartment limping and his tail had been crushed and eventually had to be amputated. According to a neighbor who saw it, the kitten almost got run over by a car and Samhain ran over and pushed the kitten out of the way and got his own tail ran over. So he was my hero boy.
He was also my cat burglar. From some reason he started stealing from our neighbors. He brought home a silk bed jacket, a lottery ticket. (past and no good). My partner got down on his level and showed him a $5 bill and told him to get one of those but he never did. One neighbor even came over and asked if he had stolen her wedding ring. That at least he hadn’t. He brought home one royal blue shoulder pad (it was the 80’s) and when we asked where the other one was, the next day he brought that one. No one would believe us until the coven was over one night and here he came down the driveway with a brand new roll of paper towels dragging under him and they all saw it. I have no idea how he walked home dragging it that way.
When I ended up living alone for 10 years he went with me, of course. He always waited for me to come home in the same place by my parking place and when my neighbor in the triplex got a black cat they would wait by my parking spot together. One night I came home from ritual and had to shake my head because there were 3 black bodies. The third turned out to be a black rabbit I found out later those two rascals were busting out of his cage across the street. The rabbit taught the two cats to eat greens from another neighbor’s garden. I used to hear his yelling a the three of them and visualize Mr Mac Gregor from Beatrix Potter.
He had a heart attack the night I had to move again and I rushed him to the vet and he was revived but a few months later on Brighid we lay down for a nap together and he died while we were sleeping. I still miss his little propeller butt.
My cat now is a companion but someday I’ll have another familiar. I just couldn’t deal with calling one after he died.
Familiars are not like pets. They have bigger personalities. They seem to know things. When I was doing a reading and wasn’t paying enough attention, he would pat the card he thought I needed to know about or didn’t like.
If you want a familiar be ready for a wild ride. You will learn a lot and it will be well worth it.
You must be balanced and patient. The time is right to rest and contemplate all the facets of your existence. To continue now you must be still and calm. Finding the inner balance that will enable you to see beyond the present state is a process of trust and confidence in your own strengths. These facets may include the parts of your psyche that you would rather not deal with, but no amount of denial will rid you of the need to absorb and reclaim them.
Balance is absolutely necessary to free the inner self from the fears and self-doubts that keep us spiritually deaf, dumb and blind.
Once the natural state of balance is achieved, the plateau that will give you access to the higher self will be open before you. Drawing this card can indicate a new harmony in your relationship or in a friendship. A creative phase in which you will blossom. An inner balance.
All dualities of light and dark, fire (red) and air (white) land and water, active and passive, are blended together creating a new third force -the green and fertile land, the person in balance with themselves, who is both grounded and creative, (Creativity, three of stones) and who radiates that energised peace (Fulfilment, 3 of wands) generated by someone at one with themselves.
Three has always been a very sacred number, representing creation, i.e., one + one = another. The fleur-de-lis, iris or flag, in flower this time of year is a symbol of the three-in-one, the three worlds unified. Drawing this card can indicate a new harmony in your relationship or in a friendship. A creative phase in which you will blossom. An inner balance
by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Listen, my children, and you shall hear
Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere,
On the eighteenth of April, in Seventy-Five:
Hardly a man is now alive
Who remembers that famous day and year.
He said to his friend, "If the British march
By land or sea from the town to-night,
Hang a lantern aloft in the belfry-arch
Of the North-Church-tower, as a signal-light,–
One if by land, and two if by sea;
And I on the opposite shore will be,
Ready to ride and spread the alarm
Through every Middlesex village and farm,
For the country-folk to be up and to arm."
Then he said "Good night!" and with muffled oar
Silently rowed to the Charlestown shore,
Just as the moon rose over the bay,
Where swinging wide at her moorings lay
The Somerset, British man-of-war:
A phantom ship, with each mast and spar
Across the moon, like a prison-bar,
And a huge black hulk, that was magnified
By its own reflection in the tide.
Meanwhile, his friend, through alley and street
Wanders and watches with eager ears,
Till in the silence around him he hears
The muster of men at the barrack door,
The sound of arms, and the tramp of feet,
And the measured tread of the grenadiers
Marching down to their boats on the shore.
Then he climbed to the tower of the church,
Up the wooden stairs, with stealthy tread,
To the belfry-chamber overhead,
And startled the pigeons from their perch
On the sombre rafters, that round him made
Masses and moving shapes of shade,–
By the trembling ladder, steep and tall,
To the highest window in the wall,
Where he paused to listen and look down
A moment on the roofs of the town,
And the moonlight flowing over all.
Beneath, in the churchyard, lay the dead,
In their night-encampment on the hill,
Wrapped in silence so deep and still
That he could hear, like a sentinel’s tread,
The watchful night-wind, as it went
Creeping along from tent to tent,
And seeming to whisper, "All is well!"
A moment only he feels the spell
Of the place and the hour, and the secret dread
Of the lonely belfry and the dead;
For suddenly all his thoughts are bent
On a shadowy something far away,
Where the river widens to meet the bay, —
A line of black, that bends and floats
On the rising tide, like a bridge of boats.
Meanwhile, impatient to mount and ride,
Booted and spurred, with a heavy stride,
On the opposite shore walked Paul Revere.
Now he patted his horse’s side,
Now gazed on the landscape far and near,
Then impetuous stamped the earth,
And turned and tightened his saddle-girth;
But mostly he watched with eager search
The belfry-tower of the old North Church,
As it rose above the graves on the hill,
Lonely and spectral and sombre and still.
And lo! as he looks, on the belfry’s height,
A glimmer, and then a gleam of light!
He springs to the saddle, the bridle he turns,
But lingers and gazes, till full on his sight
A second lamp in the belfry burns!
A hurry of hoofs in a village-street,
A shape in the moonlight, a bulk in the dark,
And beneath from the pebbles, in passing, a spark
Struck out by a steed that flies fearless and fleet:
That was all! And yet, through the gloom and the light,
The fate of a nation was riding that night;
And the spark struck out by that steed, in his flight,
Kindled the land into flame with its heat.
He has left the village and mounted the steep,
And beneath him, tranquil and broad and deep,
Is the Mystic, meeting the ocean tides;
And under the alders, that skirt its edge,
Now soft on the sand, now loud on the ledge,
Is heard the tramp of his steed as he rides.
It was twelve by the village clock
When he crossed the bridge into Medford town.
He heard the crowing of the cock,
And the barking of the farmer’s dog,
And felt the damp of the river-fog,
That rises when the sun goes down.
It was one by the village clock,
When he galloped into Lexington.
He saw the gilded weathercock
Swim in the moonlight as he passed,
And the meeting-house windows, blank and bare,
Gaze at him with a spectral glare,
As if they already stood aghast
At the bloody work they would look upon.
It was two by the village clock,
When be came to the bridge in Concord town.
He heard the bleating of the flock,
And the twitter of birds among the trees,
And felt the breath of the morning breeze
Blowing over the meadows brown.
And one was safe and asleep in his bed
Who at the bridge would be first to fall,
Who that day would be lying dead,
Pierced by a British musket-ball.
You know the rest. In the books you have read,
How the British Regulars fired and fled,–
How the farmers gave them ball for ball,
From behind each fence and farmyard-wall,
Chasing the red-coats down the lane,
Then crossing the fields to emerge again
Under the trees at the turn of the road,
And only pausing to fire and load.
So through the night rode Paul Revere;
And so through the night went his cry of alarm
To every Middlesex village and farm,–
A cry of defiance, and not of fear,
A voice in the darkness, a knock at the door,
And a word that shall echo forevermore!
For, borne on the night-wind of the Past,
Through all our history, to the last,
In the hour of darkness and peril and need,
The people will waken and listen to hear
The hurrying hoof-beats of that steed,
And the midnight message of Paul Revere