tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26420189278358891742024-03-13T14:22:32.971-07:00Something Oddly. . .Ordinary and extraordinary magic happens every day and it usually takes place right under your nose. We are everywhere, we are just like anyone else and we have the same challenges, issues and problems as anyone else; we just sprinkle a little magic around to help iron out the wrinkles a bit. This is one witches' life. . . and it is a little oddly.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05009867644799751644noreply@blogger.comBlogger221125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2642018927835889174.post-63045211649425659602014-07-13T13:18:00.000-07:002014-07-13T13:18:30.161-07:00Vote with your feet and walk in the gap.
The monsoons are heavy and thick with water loaded air, so much so, you can smell it. It makes for a long moment when you have to go out into it no matter how short or long the jaunt. All of this is happening as I am bringing water elemental teachings to my students. It's funny how when you teach, there are new things learned, understood, and clarified. It's sort of like an unending period of Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05009867644799751644noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2642018927835889174.post-29825037929510872092014-07-10T15:04:00.000-07:002014-07-10T15:04:22.455-07:00Got Goat Feet?
Everything around me was moist and green and fertile. I had forgotten what the forest floor looked like with its black black earth that crumbled beneath my hands as I wandered off trail to forage for oak moss. It had been far too long. I remember camping every year at least twice a year up until I was married. But here was the forest patient, as ever, with a certain lack of people noises Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05009867644799751644noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2642018927835889174.post-85405549246113132092014-06-27T10:59:00.002-07:002014-06-27T23:30:14.079-07:00The road to evil.
I must not fear. Fear is the mind killer. Fear is the little death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when fear has passed I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where fear has gone. There is nothing. Only I remain.
Frank Herbert
Dune
The first time I read those words they struck me like a gong and they resonated Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05009867644799751644noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2642018927835889174.post-79538980105451735182014-06-17T08:08:00.002-07:002014-06-17T08:08:54.410-07:00What's Not in the Books
Many years ago as a baby Feri in training I was introduced to a guide, who has since become a trusty friend and ally, who first showed himself to me as a man in a pot. He gave me a name to call upon him and showed me a thing I did not understand until much later: alraun. I did some digging to try to understand the puzzle pieces he showed me, but they did not connect for a long while. It was Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05009867644799751644noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2642018927835889174.post-60963271574338418912014-06-08T11:37:00.000-07:002014-06-08T11:41:02.768-07:00Jedis, lightsabers and PTSD
My experience with PTSD is not unique, nor is the methodology in which I have chosen to handle this beastie. And trust me, it is a beastie, anyone who deals with it or has to watch a loved one wrangle with an episode knows this for certain. My mother has helped me a great deal by customizing a meditative technique using the Silva Method platform for this issue I face and she has encouraged me Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05009867644799751644noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2642018927835889174.post-66804522775666358992014-05-30T22:51:00.000-07:002014-05-30T22:51:59.377-07:00A black heart shadow
I sat in the bathtub tonight to soak out all the tension in my body. I could feel my shoulders creep into my ears and my rib cage squeeze my inner organs. Always a bad sign. I added a grape fruit for cleansing and baking soda for detoxing. Essential oils of lavender, geranium and lemongrass lingered in the air's moist heat as I slipped under the water. I rolled the litany through my mind: I Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05009867644799751644noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2642018927835889174.post-64670229023715047872014-05-27T10:16:00.000-07:002014-05-27T10:16:47.157-07:00Mushroom Dreams
I feel like I should have mushrooms growing on me. After all mushrooms, eat away the dying decayed parts left after the life of a thing has left. My far away eyes have seen them while I dream. Great, glowing crowns and caps feeding on the rot of my long decayed marriage. I hope when they are done with their necrotic feast that life is revealed beneath. A glowing one. One that is absent of Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05009867644799751644noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2642018927835889174.post-84426095894557014002014-05-25T23:50:00.000-07:002014-05-26T00:16:05.657-07:00Past the Black
A couple of months before all of my tea cups got dumped on the floor, one of my guides came to me with a terribly worried expression on his face that made me feel a dread like I had never experienced. He told me I had to hang onto myself. This had to be done. This was going to hurt like nothing before. Ice grew around my heart and made me wish that the heart attack I had earlier in the yearAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05009867644799751644noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2642018927835889174.post-59900146186898875442014-05-18T10:22:00.001-07:002014-05-18T10:24:31.612-07:00Dana Scully Hair
http://jojokersina.deviantart.com/art/Dana-Scully-5-Blended-11202217
I woke this morning to a strangeness. An internal voice I recognize as spirit reminded me that right before I got married to my ex. I had cut my hair. Short. I suddenly went from having hair that fell the length of my back to looking like Dana Scully. Upon hearing that message, I was reminded of a study that was done during Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05009867644799751644noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2642018927835889174.post-79065539200966679292014-05-14T21:24:00.000-07:002014-05-14T21:24:39.230-07:00Old and New teacups with a dash of Crossed Keys
The sun is still clinging to the hemline of the horizon and it stretches thinner as if to taunt me by saying: not yet. . . The wind has died down from its furious pacing across the yard and if all holds the way it is now, I may be able to set up out doors in the back to be under the moon light for Her Sacred Fires Rite tonight.
I have been reading the Crossed Keys by Michael CecchetelliAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05009867644799751644noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2642018927835889174.post-70842367502922233632014-05-08T08:51:00.000-07:002014-05-29T10:22:41.945-07:00My New Crown of Horns
I am trying to keep busy and my chin up. The more I feel stuck and betrayed by both system ( family court) and the person I believed loved me, the thicker the atmosphere becomes around making it hard for me to feel as though I can move forward. How is it in a community property state that a woman married to a man 13 years gets nothing? My ex husband has managed to get exactly what Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05009867644799751644noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2642018927835889174.post-43031959309532381432014-05-05T21:43:00.000-07:002014-05-29T10:23:33.309-07:00What happened???
Trigger warning: domestic abuse
Where to begin on this is difficult to say. I can hardly believe that this is my life. Witches don't like admitting bad things happen to them because they tend to think that this isn't supposed to happen to me. . . I'm a witch. My oath mother reminded me that just because you are a potent witch does not mean bad things are not going to happen to you. It justAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05009867644799751644noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2642018927835889174.post-84216082827855128892013-12-16T01:39:00.000-07:002013-12-16T01:39:55.763-07:00Ohana
I know I have been quiet for some time, with good reason. My husband is divorcing me and I feel like he has dropped me on my head after ripping out my heart, stomping on it and then spitting on it. I have been a stay at home mom for the last six years and this has left me destitute, without the children, and unable to afford a lawyer. The way this has been conducted suggests a long Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05009867644799751644noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2642018927835889174.post-9253166142180531982013-11-07T11:51:00.000-07:002013-11-07T11:51:01.326-07:00Suffer not the company of fools
The Tower Card has been making a very clear point. Suffer not fools. It's been a painful lesson to be sure. There have been people whom I have had to leave on the ground in the heap which they fell. Most of whom have been the type of person who fights to fight, deliberately misinterprets your words and intentions, and uses their personal biases and issues as a weapon against others. I Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05009867644799751644noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2642018927835889174.post-65549301411603117712013-10-29T10:44:00.003-07:002013-10-29T10:45:39.398-07:00Not all of the Tower falls when lightening strikes. . .
. . .only that which is unstable.
It was a month ago the Lightning Struck Tower showed up on the horizon. At least I know where I am. I just had no idea that this time around that I would be playing the part of the Tower itself. Wow did lightning strike! I remember being warned that things will fall: some will just drift away in the turbulence and some violently. Nothing was to Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05009867644799751644noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2642018927835889174.post-61423078299782371442013-09-30T15:13:00.002-07:002013-09-30T15:13:22.108-07:00Fear the copper pennies!
I may be delusional, but I think Autumn may have more than a two week shelf life out here this year. The evening is chilled enough for me to think that a long sleeve is a good idea and that strange 'cold clarity' that comes with that chill is slowly rising out of a mirage stricken pavement.
My ancestor working beads came in and I quickly went to work making ancestor connection talismans. Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05009867644799751644noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2642018927835889174.post-91912966936833009082013-09-22T13:22:00.000-07:002013-09-22T13:22:20.627-07:00Just got stranger. . . new cup!
Mabon came in with a bolt of lightening and turned things on their head. Including me. Everything is still facing North but it is all upside down, if that makes any sense at all. I must be feeling the season settle in or some strangeness indigenous to Odd, but I feel a calm even as I know there is a storm coming and it may not be pretty. That is the most Odd thing of all. I am usually spun up Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05009867644799751644noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2642018927835889174.post-63147438097169457722013-09-04T09:45:00.001-07:002013-09-04T09:45:29.213-07:00Close your eyes and look up.
Press Play
I can feel the Gods rouse to their time on the year wheel's stage. His hooven feet start to scrape and echo; I feel it in my bones. It's a sort of thing that resonates like a gong only it comes from within. It won't be long before the magic chore whoring for the season begins and I volunteer for the annual kidnapping. Yeah, sure, I'll stir that for you. ( note to Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05009867644799751644noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2642018927835889174.post-46275147624399796882013-08-30T16:32:00.001-07:002013-08-30T16:38:47.376-07:00Going for a Bitch Walk. . .
I was in a conversation with peers on the subject of social activism and how far our responsibility to it goes. I am not really a social activist, but when I see something wrong ( and right) I have a terrible habit of opening my mouth and putting my .02 on the table. Really, I should be paying a quarter because most of what I say is not terribly pretty. Ugh. There were others who felt as though Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05009867644799751644noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2642018927835889174.post-90161072990121839532013-08-20T10:48:00.000-07:002013-08-20T10:53:58.910-07:00Angry imps!
I like this discussion on the dark side of meditation and the issues that can occur. I view them of course not necessarily from a scientific or even scholastic perspective. I come to this discussion from personal experience ( which is king in my book) and a shamanic eye. It is necessary to have this discussion because these are real consequences of awakening a possible shaman without the Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05009867644799751644noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2642018927835889174.post-79741455087528571592013-08-16T13:23:00.000-07:002013-08-16T13:23:06.693-07:00Flying monkeys spotted over school offices everywhere!
Oh my dear Oddlings,
I have to do a terrible thing.
I must share with you a string of connections that made me cringe.
We all know that I have been labeled a combative parent because I will not allow the adults in the school to bully me into compliance with what ever inane plan they come up with. With my eldest he was too much a handful to control in the classroom environment ( for teachers Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05009867644799751644noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2642018927835889174.post-33243831182603993602013-08-14T15:42:00.001-07:002013-08-14T15:42:23.312-07:00HEXEN! ( almost as good as screaming fart!)
Many years ago there was a moment when a friend and I were going though witchy books I have in my library. One of them happened to be a Valerie Worth book with some pretty hefty zingers. Well, she had dropped her jaw at one point and asked me when the heck is ok do to this??? She thrust the orange book upon me and upon page 85 there was in bold letters: a charm to waste another's wealth. I Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05009867644799751644noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2642018927835889174.post-88346104147186321502013-08-09T14:13:00.001-07:002013-08-09T14:14:21.181-07:00My friend, Stinky!
She arrived last week and was unveiled to the ooo's and aww's of a gaggle of magic people who happened to be here when the mail man rang the door. She ( I'm not sure if the beastie was a he or she, but I keep leaning toward she. Eh hem. . . sorry I digress) - she is sweeter than the photo revealed and a pristine example of loving hands tending her postmortem. I was asked why a skunk skull?Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05009867644799751644noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2642018927835889174.post-91230179999231671222013-08-02T09:03:00.000-07:002013-08-02T09:03:10.222-07:00School has started ( deflated sigh. . .)
http://www.wildlife-fantasy.com/artwork/owls.jpg
The red light haze of the monsoon season settles into the dusk sky as I walk through the neighborhood and even so, I find my head bowing under my hat to hide from the sun. The sensation is different this year. Last summer, I could feel flames on the breeze lick my skin as I passed through the heat waves that wavered from the concrete. Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05009867644799751644noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2642018927835889174.post-49705838734480569322013-07-22T10:05:00.000-07:002013-07-22T10:05:51.918-07:00Beginnings are a most delicate time. . .
It's now sticky hot and the mirages shimmer more intensely on the road as I take my walks. Sometimes I think I can see a glimmering of somewhere else in those fleeting little mirrors. I thought in the beginning of summer that I was going to completely desiccate and be reduced to powder with the intensity of the sun's heat. Now there seems to be no oxygen in the air. It's all been flooded with Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05009867644799751644noreply@blogger.com1