Lady Tille the Bee and Braucherei by Silver RavenWolf #Braucherei

Braucherei magick often focuses on healing common injuries, such as the sting of a bee. You might not think such a practice is necessary now that we have modern science. Yeah? Read on.

Lady Tillie the Bee and Braucherei
by Silver RavenWolf

I often think about the mindset of the German people that practiced Braucherei on a daily basis.  Hardworking.  Practical.  A focus on agriculture, animal husbandry, and the family.  Even the Amish permitted flowers around the property, indicating that since plants were a gift from spirit — they could be celebrated and admired.  One’s property should be well tended — as what shows without indicates what is within.

In Braucherei, protection and healing were mainstays of magick.  What seems silly to us now as far as medicinal work, could kill you if untended back then.  Like a bee sting.  Today, we have Epi Pens and Benadryl, and bracelets to let medical personnel know if we are allergic to something.  A hundred years ago MAYBE you knew what herbs to use to counteract some poisons.  And maybe not.  Many times your fate was left to the Gods.  Even now, just because cures exist, doesn’t mean we have access to them.  Take Lady Tille, for instance.  She is highly allergic to quite a few things — she can’t eat fresh carrots and bees are harbingers of death.

Late in the evening, after healing circle, we congregated on the front porch, sipping our iced tea provided by Lady Celia and doing our normal after-magick-gab.  I’m plopped in my rocking chair.  Lady Celia is beside me.  Lord Thorn is leaning on the porch rail.  Lady Tillie is standing by the front door.  Her husband is talking to my husband off the porch on the gravel driveway.  Others are milling around.

“Shit!” she says, jumping sideways.

“What?” someone asks.

“I just saw a bee!” she says, her eyes wide.

We all know she is allergic to bees, so we are all looking around.  Bees?  At night?

“Darn!  There it is!” she says, quickly moving away from the door.  The evil thing (to her) is climbing on the glass.  “Get away!” she shouts, waving her hands.  And it promptly stings her.

“It burns, it burns, it burns!” she shouts, rubbing the sting frantically.

Her husband races to their vehicle.  “The Epi Pen is in the glove,” she calls.

“Not there,” he shouts.

“What?  No!  Do you have any Benadryl?” she asks me.

I shake my head.  “There is a convenience store exactly seven minutes down the road,” I said.  “I know.  I’ve timed it.”

“Why would you timedbit?”  Her tongue is starting to swell.

“I’m a Virgo.  You better go!  The hospital is exactly 19 minutes from here.”

Wisely, she didn’t ask how I know that, instead, she is running down the steps heading toward the vehicle.  She turns to say something about going to the hospital, but none of us can understand her.  We don’t ask her to repeat.  In seconds her husband is gunning it out of the driveway, stones flying, exhaust pluming through the night air.

Dead silence.

We’re looking at each other like — damn!  She could really die before she gets there, and she’s the bloody medic for heaven’s sake!

Our group has been together for a long, long time.  Some of us have worked side by magickal side for over twenty years.  No one said anything.  We didn’t join hands.  We didn’t stand in a circle.  We just started to work.


I closed my eyes and began rubbing the palms of my hands together.  I’m still sitting on my rocking chair, and I instantly begin the gentle movement of rocking back and forth.  “Zing, Zing, Zing — Venom lose thy sting!” is the powwow chant that comes to mind.  I begin whispering that, and then I move into one sentence to concentrate better — “Venom lose they power!”  I say it over and over and over, rubbing my palms, focusing on Lady Tille.  Within a short time, Thorn has entered the house and brought back ice.  I begin rubbing the ice between my hands, continuing to chant.  Its cold.  I don’t care.  I’m not letting go of that ice.  I know that when the ice has melted, she will be okay.

Lady Celia is also chanting.  She is focused on Lady Tillie’s breathing.  “I hold you dear, airway clear.”  She’s not stopping either.

Thorn is helping us to direct the energy we’re raising.  Sort of like a ringmaster at our magickal healing circus.

Five minutes.  We’re still chanting.

Six minutes.  Chanting.

Seven minutes.  Chanting.

Lady Tillie feels the switch.  “I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t breathe and my tongue kept swelling and then…well…it was like someone flipped a switch!  It just stopped getting worse, like someone put the brakes on the let’s kill Tillie train.  It was…Wow!…weird!”  She stumbles into the convenience store, rampaging the counter to find the Benadryl.  Her husband rips open the package and she eats it.  “Man, that stuff tastes like shit if you have to chew it,” she said later.  She texts her daughter, who is waiting on the front steps of their home with the Epi Pen.  The clerk, not exactly sure whether to hit the panic button or call 911 shakily rings up the sale.

Ten minutes.  Chanting.

Fifteen minutes.  Chanting.  The ice has melted.  They’ve driven past the hospital.  They are sure they can now make it home.  I seal my working, then wipe my cold dripping hands on my jeans and thank the universe.  I look over at Lady Celia — she’s smiling.  Job done.

Modern medicine — Old World Work — I’ll take both…anytime!

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26 thoughts on “Lady Tille the Bee and Braucherei by Silver RavenWolf #Braucherei”

  1. Such a very powerful story. Thank you for sharing it with all of us. And reminding, us to focus our intent with love and healing. The power of all of you working together was magnificent. And dear, dear Lady Tille, glad you are back with us. So odd, a bee at night. Makes one ponder what lesson Lady Tille needed to be reminded.

  2. wow what a crazy story silver!! Glad she’s ok! I have a EXTREME fear of any and all bugs, flying or otherwise. I have never yet been stung by a bee or wasp or any other type of stinging insect, cause when I see them I RUN LIKE HELL in the opposite direction!! Not a good method I know, but it’s my survival instinct kicking in. So i have no idea whether i’m allergic to bees or anything else, but if was, you can be sure i’d be chanting my brains out too, while racing to the nearest pharmacy! P.S. I hope you stocked up on PLENTY of benadryl in your house for future use! lol

  3. Reblogged this on Coven of the Catta and commented:
    Sometimes the most powerful magicke is done sitting in a rocking chair just formulating it in one’s mind, which is very Buddhist. Ritual and spells and chants take a back seat to a Witch/Magickian concentrating their Will either singularly or with others with or without a circle or evocation because we know how to Invoke the God/ess and to channel her/his energies for healing. All ov our “bending” is done naturally, just being what we are, human beings who happen to be Witches, just sitting on our rockers in Dullsburg at the third quarter of the Moon. Yes ultimately re her allergy to bees n her not having an epipen readily available is not good, but u all filled in the blanks in time n space to help her in Malkuth and in Tiphareth especially. This is why we r Witches – To Heal w Powwow n Witchcraft n Shamanism n whatever system’s tool we have at our collective at hand. BB. L/S

  4. Amazing story! It’s always great to read about how magick heals! 🙂 I always tell people “Don’t knock a healing method (herbal, gemstone, energy, magickal, etc.) that’s been around for millenia, cause some day it might save your life!” 🙂 Lady Tillie has some awesome friends! 🙂

    Blessing of Health & Happiness to you all!
    Chrissy 🙂

  5. Once, my grandfather had a terrible case of the hiccups that wouldn’t go away, no matter what trick he used. They went on for about a couple of days! When he went to visit his mother, she took a piece of red sewing thread, stuck it in her mouth & chewed. She then balled it up, stuck it to his forehead, & said a prayer in Spanish. His hiccups stopped right then & there!

    Wonderful anecdote, Silver! Thank you for the reminder. 🙂

  6. I’ll tell you what, I’ll never forget that evening! A quick moment of panic, and then the sudden reminder that while they take care of the mundane work and healing, we can contribute in the ways that we can – the magical ones.

    When Silver is Rockin that Big Momma Mojo, look out!

    The other cool thing is she is always willing to share her secrets. Check out her Granny Magick Course and her other lessons and newsletters. They are great!

    Blessed Be,

  7. Happy Mabon, Silver (& Happy Belated Birthday, by the way!!)!!!
    Can you believe it’s Fall again? 🙂

  8. Thank you for this story, Silver. When I stopped at the Crystal Wand in Gettysburg on Friday, Happy Holidays, I hear I missed you earlier this fall I’m sorry to say. I’m getting back into a normal routine again and will now continue my lessons. I use daily what I already had learned but I am finally ready to move forward. I am hopeful you will be doing another Great Release program in December. Cathy

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