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Hey..been awhile huh?  The name?  Just a misnomer that keeps me from speaking your true name.  I haven’t heard from many since my departure from your group, yet some still seem to keep tabs on those of us that were decreed demonic, satanic, heretics, demon worshipers. For the record…we don’t worship them but aren’t afraid to work with them when the need arises either). That seems to scare many within the confines of your walls, but then we aren’t bound as you are in any one set.  The grapevine keeps things humming, either causing me to chuckle at some of the antics, or a shaking of my head at the ignorance.  Such as one posted today.  http://www.raceandhistory.com/cgi-bin/forum/webbbs_config.pl/noframes/read/2324.  So I call out Dayila Devine and your group. And here is the reason why.  If this writing had been on libation and the history of where it originated in Africa, then I’d have read and accepted.  But it wasn’t.  It was racist in tone, and extremely offensive.  White people have no souls? WTF!?!?! REALLY?  All human beings have souls. To say otherwise lowers one to the level of a baser animal.  So whites or those that are not of African descent(how far back are we talking until you decide that there is no connection?).  The problem with this is that one of your members has posted this all over the damn place, and I have yet to see/hear ONE of your leadership step up and speak out against the racist tones found within the piece.  Why is that?  Is it because there are those within your group/’ranks that also feel the same about any not like yourself? This piece started with good intent, speaking on how to do a proper libation. Then within the confines of its heart, it reveals a truth about the writer.  No interracial marriage/relationships..kind of fucks up  what some of  ya’ll have going on huh? People of African race(still confused about OP’s specifics) are a diseased people due to interaction of non-Africans and whites.
My problem with groups such as yours is that you hold an elitist view that rivals the OP  of posted blog.  If people do not walk in the same direction that you believe is correct then obviously there is something wrong with them.  You do realize that as head and leaders of such a group, you set the standard? People pattern themselves after you, and you encourage that.  So when one of your own is posting racist shit EVERY.DAMN.PLACE. I and others hold you as responsible party….your silence is acquiescence.  Why is that? Are you not about humanity and helping others?  I’ve heard that espoused within your sect. What I have seen in social media is a generic posting of “rituals” one can find all over the net and yet was never accredited to any other than the person who posted. A selling of various “tools” used in workings and offers of works done for others…at a price. And yes, even racial remarks against others not from Haiti, melanin challenged, of other paths. I didnt realize that is what your faith was about. I’ve met others who practice along your lines…gay, white people, black people..they all seem to get along…even “without souls”. They aren’t the same. Same rituals, sort of…they actually speak reverently of ancestors, even those deemed “inappropriate”.  So I call you out.  It’s time to stand up and denounce those bigots within your midst.  Stop allowing the posting of racist shit, and above all, be honest about what your faith believes and how you practice.  If you do not then you are no better, and no different than those you constantly degrade in your petty jealous “witch wars”(for lack of better term cause I know ya’ll are NOT witches).

 

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With the upcoming celebrations close at hand, I’ve been checking out the decorations and such of others.  Most are the typical hollyweird version of what it’s supposed to be about, the blood, gore, zombies etc that make tons of money for stores and movie studios.  Occasionally I run across some people’s altars set up and say “yeah..THAT is what’s is about”.   Now to be fair, those outside the pagan world celebrate with haunted houses, parties, dress up and tons of candy, and that is fine since its Halloween after all.  Others celebrate differently..Samhain, Dias de la Muerte, Fet Ghede.  Those celebrations are all about ancestors..those near and far who have moved beyond the veil.  We acknowledge their presence in our lives, their influence and their knowledge that continues. Some do this on Halloween night after other festivities as a way of bridging the secular world with their spiritual one, others work Nov 1, All souls day(the 2nd in some places).  For many its the last harvest time, beginning of New year, time of introspection in which to grow.
So imagine my dismay when I saw in a group of pagans people where one  speaks of Halloween as this is time of party games, and send the soul on its way, and “don’t all witches prefer the scary”? So many headdesks, I would not even know when to stop.   First, as I have pointed out many times, “we” are NOT all alike.  Some people like the horror shit.  I am one who does not.  Secondly, when the veil is thinnest, we do NOT send souls on…that isn’t our job.  We honor ancestors, invite them in, and feed them(dumb suppers), candles are lit to give them guidance to us.  I have no idea where this person got her info…it was just ignorant and to openly put it out in a group showed that.  What bothered me was that nobody chewed her ass for it or educated her as to why her info was wrong..Hell even a suggestion of Google would have been preferable to let that stand. People like that make me angry.  It’s why pagans aren’t taken seriously because of the fluff that abounds. This is stupidity at its best.  It’s not role play people.  Majority of us..this is our spiritual life you are speaking of.  Full of tradition(some of it UPG, others reconstructed from older path), and not some cloak that we put on and take off like some game when it suits us.  it encompasses all areas of our lives, and this is one of the most holiest of days for us as we thank those who came before us and guide our steps today.

I celebrate Fet Ghede.  I go to the cemetery , clean up around my parent and brothers place, speaking to them as I do so.  I place flowers and libation there as well.  Later I will have a dumb supper for those ancestors I did not know, those I did but are not buried close enough to visit their graves.  Lastly I will have a private ritual., making resolutions/plans for the new year. Nothing about this sounds remotely to what said above asscricket spoke about does it?  Of course not.  because this is part of my spiritual self.  Part of who I am.  And every time some jackass makes a comment like that, it pisses me off, because I feel that they are insulting the very fiber of what holds my path together.  Ancestors are damned important.  They have much to teach.  They give you roots upon which to build .

So for those of you playing around, celebrating Halloween, partying and all…that’s cool.  I have no problem with that.  Just remember that some of us take this time of the year pretty serious and could you educate yourself a little before opening the mouth and saying something insulting? It would be highly appreciated.

Ahh..I have been drama free most of the week..no yelling or listening to the ignorance that some people spout on a daily basis.  So how to start off my new week?  Why, by voicing an opinion on a post and the OP resorting to yelling, stomping and throwing temper tantrums like the asscricket he is, of course. 🙂
So what is the new drama about? A friend posted a new meme that says:
Everyone can say I love you 
But not everyone means it
So believe it when you feel it
not when you hear it.

I called BULLSHIT.  Why?  Well as some of ya’ll know, I have issues.  And one of those is about those three little words.  Love is a verb. To be put into action.  If you say it, then how you treat the person you say it to will back that up. Standing in front of a mirror saying “I love myself” over and over again until you believe it is borderline psychosis.  I will admit that positivity is needed , but a mantra of  telling yourself that you love  yourself  is lacking on a lot of shadow work in order to accomplish that. Said asscricket says if you say it enough times you will believe it and that we are what we think..really?  If that is the case then a lot of people in this world are in damn big trouble.  Too often people have low self-esteem and think they are nothing more than what others validation makes them.  Again..BULLSHIT!!! We are MORE than what we think.  It takes work, and letting go of stones  that others have placed in our pockets that invariably cause us to drown with the weight as we step out into the waters that is life flowing by.  A simple mantra to place “magick”(his pretentious use of the “k” not mine) on ones self is not a viable option to living life here in the mundane.  In truth, it reminds me of the SNL skit of the guy looking in the mirror and saying, “I am special, I am intelligent, and doggone it, I like me”…It’s a joke.  Self delusion is not a harmless diversion.  There are a lot of self-help gurus around that would have you believe that if you tell yourself often enough then you can manifest what you want to happen. BULLSHIT.  If wishes were enough then cancers, abuse, wars and all the other ills of the world would disappear, because the gods know that many of us wish things could be different on a daily, hell sometimes even hourly basis.

I know people who make excuses for those in their lives that utter those words, and yet treat them with disrespect and are  abusive verbally.   So I can’t help wondering if the  self help asscricket  would prescribe them to do his mantra to gain some clarity in their lives to gain a magical foothold into finding the love in their lives.  I’m sure he would and he would be wrong of course.  When people validate themselves by others opinions, they have a lot of issues to work on.  And just telling yourself you love you, will not do it.  They have to learn the value of self.  That encompasses ALL areas of life.

For those who truly believe in all the love and light crap, that is your privilege I guess, but I live in the real world(and other areas as well) and do not abide with the view that “love is all you need” even if the Beatles did have a simplistic view of a better world.  What we need is some common sense of how to treat others and learn that lip service is not going to cut it, magically or otherwise.

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“I thought I was supposed to stay put”, I said to George as I followed him.  “Someone wants to meet you”, he said.  Oh..someone wants to meet me..wait..what?  Who wants to meet me? I wondered.  George did not answer just kept walking down the path.  I sighed.. Yeah no use asking him 10001 questions because that is one taciturn spider and he will reveal only when he is damn good and ready.  Soon we arrive at a familiar spot. Crossing the bridge to the enormous tree where the spiders reside I slide a sideways glance at George who says nothing.  I shrug and follow him into the tree and down the long flight of stairs.  “I always feel like Alice” I say out loud.  To be stating that I’m speaking to George would be silly really because he seems only intent on our errand and not in conversing.  But I am surprised when he chuckles and replies”stay out of the rabbit holes”.   Well what do you know..a sense of humor! I smile and follow him down and soon we reach the bottom.  I blink as we step out as my eyes become accustomed to the brightness, and see several that I know well. They come to greet us  and we exchange pleasantries.  George waits a bit, then says we must be on our way, and we walk toward the weaving hut.  Wait.  I’m weaving?  George opens the door and we walk inside where master weavers are already at work.  One comes to me and she and George speak  together, then they lead me to a loom in the corner.  “I will be back in awhile”, says George then he leaves.  Just like that.  Well fuck! The spider left with me introduces herself.. “My name is Chantrelle.  I will be your instructor today.” She begins to gather threads for the loom.  Light, almost airy, silver. Iridescent web-like  threads that seem so fragile that if one but breathed on them, they would disappear, and yet as I held them, I feel their strength vibrate and smile at their deceptive looks.   Chantrelle shows me how to add the threads, and move the shuttle in and out and around in an intricate panel.  Jebus, I think to myself.  I am not sure I will learn how to do this one.  Chantrelle smiles at me and reassures me that I will indeed learn to weave it.  “Just practice with it and I’ll be back to check on you”, she says.  So I sit and try to replicate  what I have been shown.  Soon I have a hopeless mess of knots.  I sigh heavily. ” I cannot do this” I say aloud.  “Nonsense child”, says a voice behind me. I turn and see her.  Grandmere Spider.  I have no words because I am in such awe.  I never thought that I would ever meet her.  Hell truth be known, I never thought I’d meet half of those I have, but to meet influential ones..that always blows my mind.  I bow..”It is an honor to meet you Grandmere”, I say.  She laughs.  “I can say the same, walker of the worlds”.  “Now, lets attend to these knots”, and she turns and miraculously untangles all I have done wrong.  “The pattern is a similar one that you already use, but has a couple new twists”.  Slowly, she takes my hands and places the shuttle in one and instructs me deliberately and patiently .  I move the shuttle in and around, and up, down then through as she instructs and before us appears the most perfect star…OMG! I actually did it! I am so excited that I want to jump up and down and laugh, but how would that look to the Grandmother of spiders? Grandmere laughs.  “You did well.  Now we need to finish the work”.  I continue the pattern, marveling over the gossamer texture and the steel resolve of the pattern within.  As I move, making the web grow, Chantrell comes back.  “My apologies Grandmere”, she says.  “I should not have neglected my post”.  Grandmere brushes her off.  “I will instruct from now on”, she says.  “She has a knack for the loom and the web sings from her hands”.  Chantrelle moves away and I can see her looking a little confused, but hey, who is gonna argue with the spider in charge right?  All too soon, I am finished with the web itself.  Grandmere helps me remove it from the loom and we hang it on the wall hooks to admire it.  “It’s beautiful”, I say.  And it is.  It seems to shine with a light of its own as if the stars themselves twinkle within the web.  “You did well Cher”, says Grandmere.  George returns and bows as he notices who is with me.  “I have come to collect my charge”, he says “Take good care of her George, and make sure that she returns often.  she and I have a lot to discuss”.  I bid Grandmere adieu and George carries the web.  We make our way toward the staircase and while I am usually the one with questions, I find that it is George who has them this time.  So I explain how I came to have an expert web spinner become my instructor and the pattern she taught me.  We reach the top of the stairs and we find Brin waiting for us.  George hands her the web and we start toward the glade.  I turn and wave good-by to George, who returns the wave then moves on to the shadows.  Brin helps me hang the web and as I sit by the fire, I lie back and admire my work.  The web adds a new depth and has new meaning. Now I just have to pay attention to those who would explain that.

Validation.  Big word with intense meanings…something that corroborates a held belief,thought or action, to officially sanction it as correct response or action.
Personally, I look for validations when I’m working or from my guides that what I’m doing is correct or will have the desired results I intended. I do NOT look for it from others.  Why is that you may ask(and I know the couple readers who follow here probably will). It’s because I refuse to allow others to define who I am.  I look in the mirror every day-not for long I’ll admit since I dislike physical flaws that I KNOW are there ,lol.  So what do I see? A woman who has aged, not always gracefully, but that has gained in knowledge about just how strong she is, and can be again when the need arises.I see a person who shares her compassion with others, teaches life lessons to those who require them, and enjoys life as the journey it should be.  I also know my limitations.  I cannot change everything or everyone.  Some people will choose to remain ignorant no matter how many pearls are placed before them.  Those are the people who will be used as slag when the road to knowledge is constructed….trodden underfoot and mired in the mud and grit because of their willful ignorance.  But it’s those willfully ignorant people that frustrate the hell out of me.  They wear their ignorance like its a badge of honor-“we act like this because it’s expected of us, so we behave in a way that makes others laugh with us” .Wait.  What!?!?!?  You act STUPID because   OTHERS expect it of you? Why in the name of the gods would ANYONE let others use their bias and closed minds  to validate them? How does that benefit you? Does it help you grow spiritually? As a human being? I swear it’s enough to make one want to bang your head repeatedly until it explodes.  Nothing less than pain can remove that ignorance from your eyesight or hearing. All this “dumbing down” has got to stop.  It does nothing to further the education needed to make the right choices in our lives.  We as human beings have an immutable right to choose our own destiny, and frankly this crap of reality TV  does nothing to prove that people are taking advantage of that.  Why would one want to limit themselves to playing “Bojangles” to validate what others perceive them to be or deem they are only fit to be? How fucked up is that? Jebus, the number of people walking the earth who’ve grown up thinking they are less than their worth is almost innumerable.  You’re too fat/too skinny, too tall/ too short, too ugly/ too pretty,too stupid/too smart, too black/too white, ..the list is way too long to list here, but ya’ll get my drift.  Why let others define your worth?  Why let them pick what path you set your feet to?
The way I see it, is that this is dangerous thinking.  You begin by believing what others believe you to be and when the time comes for your voice to be heard ..NEEDS to be heard..you cannot speak.  This is what gets humanity into a world of hurt and causes history to be repeated across the board.  I hear people say “I can’t afford education”..really?  REALLY?  Open your ignorant eyes.  Education is all around you, free for the taking.  See that man over there tending the yard? Know what he’s really doing?  Taking his mind elsewhere from the day to day mundane problems, and feeling the earth..reconnecting, filling his spirit with something other than the bullshit handed out on every street corner.  See the woman in the corner knitting?  Guess what she is doing?  Observing humanity.  Removing herself from negative that flows from others and finding a calm place within herself in order to be able to face the other issues once she goes about her daily life.  Education doesn’t just come from books you know.  It’s from observation, finding those examples  that show us how to tap into creativity, a way to reconnect to that center we all hold.  It comes from living life , taking each day as it comes, reaching out for the promise held there and working through the obstacles that will invariably arise.  Don’t think because you are out of school, never finished school or hadn’t the opportunity to further your education that you cannot learn something every day.  Most of all, do not believe others when their image of you falls short of the one you hold within your heart…they’re wrong ! So go forth and educate yourself.  Stop thinking that you have to act like their views.  Become who you were destined to be.  It’s not as bad as you’ve been led to believe.

So social media has rage triggers for me, most of which I am proud to say I can walk away from, or find a way to channel it elsewhere.  Other times…well…not so much. Such as today.

In a pagan group I am a member of, I was reading where someone had had one of “those” type people come to her door with a small child and prompted him to give her one of their religious pamphlets.  She politely tells him “no thank you”   and closes the door.  Others have commented that they would offer pagan literature to said child, although they played it off as a joke.  My question is what pagan literature?  Many things written out there, so what would one offer as truth about an umbrella term that covers lot of traditions and faiths? Others say they would look the child in the eye and tell them “people really hate it when people such as yourself come to the door like this”.  Really?  Give the child a distorted self image of himself at 3?  Seriously..this will happen without your help as he grows into that faith …his brain washing that it is his “duty” to convert and save those who do not believe as he does. It’s what he is taught and the faith he is indoctrinated in.. Others still say they would tell the child “your mother is wrong for making you do this”.  OMDayum people! This is a small child who emulates his parents, loves them and you really want to be the asshat to tell him they are “bad”?  My problem is that some adults are focused on the child, who did nothing more ,after prompting from his mother , than to hand out a damn pamphlet.  I dont agree with the religion or its tenets, but I am almost certainly NOT going to speak to the child and tell him how stupid I find his parent for bringing him to a stranger’s doorstep..that will be reserved for them .  First, it is not their job to “save” me, no matter what lies they have been served.  Second, there is no unseen god that will reach down and protect them from harm should they find themselves on the doorstep of someone in the throes of a manic state, drug induced paranoia or worse yet, some pedophile intent on gaining that child’s trust.  This is not the 40’s..time has move on and people have no respect for one another let alone their fellow man(yes I am a cynic in that belief).  I will simply not allow their crown to gain any pearls from being berated, but simply hand them the brush that hangs by the door to wipe the dust from their feet and trouble themselves not about the condition of my soul. I get a lot of pissed off looks, but its effective.
What bothers me so much is the vitriol directed at the children  that through no fault of their own are born into faiths that require absolute obedience to family, god, cultural doctrines.  And yet other adults feel the need to judge and berate them for doing as they have been trained to do.  In this day and time, I see people who are rude to adults, but what gives one the right to be that way with children?  What gives people the right to teach their children its perfectly ok to speak rudely to their elders?  I know I’m from another time and raised with another set of manners than a lot, but elders are to be respected even if one disagrees and children are to be protected and enjoyed.  Even when they are involved in the ignorant things their parents make them do.

So be the adult.  Save your crap for the ignorant adult at the door, and do so away from the child…they are exposed to enough shit in their lives. Bid them good day and shut the door. Simple concept really, and less damage inflicted by you onto a child.

Dreams seem to be getting more physical lately..At least I feel them physically when I wake.. such is the case from last night.  My jaw is sore and my right shoulder blade feels like the knife is still there.  I got a note from a friend.  It says “Meet me“.  I know the friend, and also know the spot to meet him, so I gather my cloak and go to the In-between.  It is dark and I don’t see him as I look around when without warning, I am accosted by 5 armed men.  “Hold Swamp witch” said their leader.  “Fuck you” is my reply.  He approaches with sword in hand and at once I also call mine to me.  “You want me, this will not be easy”, I tell him.  So the dance of swords begins, I parry and thrust and it looks as if I will win this battle…until I overlook one of the other asshats and he reaches out to clock me in the jaw making me hit the ground. I remember thinking FUCK as I go down.  I wake up in a resplendent bedroom wondering where in the hell am I and what happened to my friend.  My jaw hurts and I can taste blood.  Someone will pay for that one . The door opens and in walks the Queen of my nightmares..Aaryana.  Well this explains a great deal I think to myself.  “Good , you’re awake”, she says.   “You will notice that I didn’t put you in the dungeon again since you’ve proven that would be a waste of time”, she said.”Yeah, thanks for small favors.  Just what the fuck do you want this time?”She smiled a smile that does not reach her eyes.  Cold hearted bitch, this one.  “I want us to work together”, she says.  “Not fucking likely”, I tell her.  “You have injured your people, harmed children and been vile as hell to your family.  Just what makes you think that I would work with someone such as yourself”.  She smiled that reptile smile of hers again.  “I can make some intriguing offers”, she said.  “come and walk with me”.  I move a little stiffly from where I had been sitting on the bed and leave the room with her.  As we walk through the castle, she begins telling me family history.  I do not tell her that I have heard this before from my friend, her brother, Corwvyn.  We enter the great room and she bids me to sit on the chair beside her.I do and she tends to her business with people.  I see a familiar face in the crowd.  One man is from among those rescued from the dungeon.  “What is he up to”, I think.  He seems me watching him and turns away as if to shield his face.  Then it hits me.  It is because of him that I am here.  I got no message from my friend.  I went to where few others knew of, and it is he who started this who shit pile.  I look at him and give him a look that says he will be dealt with.  He turned a shade of pale and moved from the hall quickly.  I am beginning to become impatient for this farce to end.  I don’t have long to wait.  I hear a great commotion come from the courtyard and someone runs in to tell the Queen that they are under attack.  She runs for the balcony..I run for the courtyard.  I see more familiar faces.  Dag, corwvyn and others are fighting.  Dag sees me and yells, “Fight Shae!” No need to tell me twice since I am a seriously pissed off witch, and call my sword to me.  We continue to fight until there are no more standing..there are casualties on both sides.  The Queen is more pale than at any time I have seen her.  She orders help for her men and stares at her brothers.  Dag looks at her and tells her that they will speak another time.  We all leave without being stopped which is confusing to say the least, and do not stop nor speak until we have reached the sanctuary.  Dag stops and looks at me.  “Why were you there?”, he asks severely.  “You could have cost us our surprise”.  Wait..WTF!?!? I could have cost them the advantage?  Myself who was tricked into a meeting at a spot few knew of , and I am the recipient of his anger? Oh hell the fuck no! I draw myself up as tall as I can bear to stand since I seem to have suffered a blow to the right shoulder blade and my jaw still hurts like fuck.  “Now see here you ass cricket,” I begin.  “I am tired of all this being pulled into your shit. First your woulds, then your family, then the damn dungeon and being held hostage is not high on my list of recreation, just a little FYI.  I did not intend to be at the castle.  I was drawn there by a ruse to meet your brother at the In’between…I have the note”, which I produced for effect. Don’t be standing there accusing me of shit I had no control over nor any part of.  As for the fighting with you..you’re welcome, but this will be the last damn time I stand before you because of that bitch”.  I see the familiar face in the crowd and tell him.  “You want to place blame?  Look from within…not all are as they seem to be”.  I move to walk off before I really let loose, and feel a hand on my arm.  Corwvyn.  I look at him.  “I am not in the mood to speak to you today.  Someone has breached your security at the In-between, and I am through dealing with elves on this level”.  He looks at me carefully and finally nods and allows me to proceed.  I move across the bridge and see Brin waiting for me.  She takes one look at me and gathers me close and we instantly appear on Maman’s porch.  “Bring her in here”, says Maman.  She hands me a drink that I have grown to love…the coffee with cinnamon, chicory and chocolate laced with potent rum.  I lean back in the chair and she begins to tend my wounds, all the while chattering in her french dialect mixed with a language that is familiar but I dont speak.  I start to sit up to tell her something, but she pushes me back..”Rest Cher”, she says.  My eyes begin to close and when I do open them again, I am in Brin’s arms, held close.  I recognize this place.  It is her glade.  A place I’ve only been to a few times since it is a long journey.  I look at her questioningly as I hear the soft sounds of slumber from other dragons around us.  “Nobody can come here without permission, and you  need to rest and be protected”, she says.  I nod and close my eyes again as she sings the song of old that soothes me.  I will consider what to do about my friend and his family later, but for now, I will rest.

“Why is it always so damn cold”, I wonder to myself as I walk down the road.  It’s always like this on this road.  Darker than midnight and damned cold. I pull my cloak around me tighter willing it to warm me.  There are few lights on the road, and those that are lit only provide a weak respite to the black ink that is the sky.  I can barely make out shapes in the distance, a tree here, some rocks there.  I know that the farther I walk there is an inn that I have stayed in before, but it is still a good distance away.  What the hell am I doing out here anyway? Then I see him…well think I do.  a ghede who seems to come toward me and then disappears. ” The hell”, I think.  I shake my head and keep walking.  I finally get to a light and see him reappear, so I stop.  Might as well have some sort of feeble attempt at light to decide what is really going on, right? The one in front of me stands there with a deer in the headlights look and holds out his hand.   I am confused, so stand and look at him.  Apparently this makes him more nervous, so he disappears again…all but his hand which is skeletal and holds a key.  Wait.  A key?  Yep..there it is, a key.  Silver with an ornate head, and at the bottom two slim tumblers.  “I wonder what that goes to”, I think to myself.  The key continues to hang suspended in air, if one can call it that, wrapped within a skeletal hand.  “Are you going to make him stand there all night or will you allow him to give you the key like he’s supposed to”? asks a voice from behind me.  I smile.  I know that voice well.  If I had not been so busy with my thoughts, I would have paid attention to the rum and cigar smoke, so missed his arrival.  “Why does he keep disappearing”? I ask.  There is a laugh, followed with a reply of “Because you frighten him Cher”.  Wait.  I frighten him?   I laugh.  “You know most people would either think he was their nightmare, or that they were having some sort of psychotic break if they saw him”, I say. “He reminds me of the Cheshire Cat from Alice in Wonderland,” I laugh  He laughs.  “And yet, here he stands in front of the fierce Swamp Witch, doing his best to not fade completely away in order to give you what he is supposed to give you”.  Fierce?  The word makes me laugh.  I am nothing like that word  at all. He laughs.  “Just because you don’t see it, doesn’t mean others perception is the same”.  “Now, if you please, the one who had charge over the key is still waiting”.  OMG’s..the ghede.  I had forgotten he still stands half in, half out, holding the damn key.  So I hold out my hand and allow him to drop it into it.  Which he does quickly, and then the hand also disappear and I can feel the movement of a breeze as he moves away quickly. I look at the key and marvel that its weight is heavier than I first imagined.  “So what does this go to?” I ask.  He smiles.  “You know that you will have to find that out for yourself”, he said.  I shake my head.  “Yeah so much for things to be easy.” I laugh.  “Come have a drink with me”, he says.  Yeah…drinking with him is an adventure, but I do need to speak with him, so I agree and we set off for the tavern which seems to be closer than I first thought.  We find a table and the barkeep immediately brings us glasses and rum.  We sit and talk about several things that have been bothering me, and the other keys in my possession, what I have learned with them and the possibility of the new one doing(he would neither confirm nor deny my suppositions).  Soon it was time for me to leave.  I thanked my friend and made my way back home.  I have a lot of thinking to do and decisions to make concerning some things.  I’ve had good advice, and today a slight hangover. ~holds up keys~ “tell me little key, where do you belong?”

Help!  Help! Ebay is persecuting pagan people and tossing all our wares off its site!  Really?  Wonder why it did that?  Maybe it’s just because its had some sort of rule or another since like forever about some of this stuff.  The problem is online stores are catching up with the mundane about services offered and how they are policed.  Many places have ordinances about those who sell readings, spellwork and herbal decoctions.  After all, where is this stuff regulated and who knows if the ones selling it are legit?  There in lies the rub of it all.  When allowed to sell their wares of love spells, hexes, or tinctures to help push the envelope of astral travel, then those sites allowing it to happen are also likely to be held liable should someone seek recourse for a failed spell or worse..physical/mental harm.  Truthfully, there is so much crap floating around for sale, it is hard to tell those who are genuine and those who are only in the business for the money unless you look really hard at them.  Go into larger cities, and you can find botanicas, metaphysical shops, and new agey places.  What you probably will NOT find is someone in there who is knowledgeable about spell work or the herbs used for them, incense correspondences without looking it up.  Oh hey..there’s an idea..buy a book!  Many do just that.  People write books about spells and how to do it yourself even those buying them have little or no experience in doing such.  The truth is that many do NOT practice so have little to no experience with what they write about, make or sell.  Their ingredients may be some run of the mill weed that looks similar to what is actually supposed to be used and it could be toxic.  OMDamn! But where is the “harm none” in all that?  Good question.   Because in most cases the goods are sold to those who haven’t researched enough history to figure out what they need or how to go about achieving it.   Want a job spell?  go walk a bit, put in some applications.  Want a love spell?  Try being yourself and cut out all the bullshit games when you meet someone.  Need something to calm you down “before someone gets hurt”?  maybe you need to see a dr..you know..a real one to rule out any physical or psychological issue before trying magic.  If it is neither of those, try some meditation(that helps even with a dr’s assistance).  or use some herbal blends in teas or a trusted herbal store.  But don’t go seeking some service from someone who had no clue what is going on in your life.
So while people will whine and cry about the loss of revenue and ability to push their snake oil to those who arent sure if they are on the level or not , I agree with it myself.  If you are truly about helping others, you will find a way to do so, whether it be on a site you create yourself and advertise on social media, or even open your own little shop and sell locally.  It can be done.  As for those looking for an easy way to get through life…suck it up cupcake..You are just existing anyway.

Social media, social fixer and all of the trappings that come with it can be damn amusing . I have been known to cull my friend lists from those who want to preach at me, those who seem to think my life is open for discussion, those that are there “just because”, those who play an app, then drop out.  So I’ve cut my list down considerably.  Sometimes I see that I too, haven’t made the cut on someone’s list, and that is perfectly fine with me.  So today I get up and find that someone who seems to spend an awful lot of time popping in and out of groups has un-friended me.  I’m laughing because truthfully I wanted to know why. Was I too snarky?  Was it because I didn’t agree with everything you posted?  Or was it because I wanted to appear as a responsible human being?  ~prostrates self~  for the love of elfalba tell me!!! ROFLMFAO.    My status is a sarcastic joke of the situation, fuel added by friends.  And the idea that I would be hurt or dismayed by the situation makes me giggle.  I would have to know you for that to be accurate.  I would have to actually give a damn about you, your life or situation for this to be so.  I don’t.  I do have people like that in my life, and if they were to kick me to the curb, I would hope they would honestly tell me..”hey bitch..this relationship is so not working”.  Truthful, direct and no games played.  See how easy that is? No making excuses, no sleight of hand, just an upfront approach to a situation that isnt beneficial to either party.  So how do ya’ll choose who or what makes the cut? Do you choose to limit family, friends,  who would not understand the page you’ve created, the way you practice, your personal beliefs? Do you allow stalkers to stay just for the amusement value, or decide you’ve had enough of that shit in the mundane and toss their heads to the rubbish pile? I have no rhyme or reason really..just depends on the mood I’m in when I start the process.  I may start with a select few for various reasons, but then continue on through said list .  I was just curious about other’s criteria.  Social media…the pain, the misery, the humor of it all.  Some days I unplug(I know that is hard for some of you to believe), and other days I have to see what else will crop up.  Who would have ever thought that an anti-social witch such as myself would be on social media everywhere?  Certainly not myself.  To those still on my list..consider it as a reprieve because I am sure the list will continue to be whittled away.  to those who choose to walk away now..I bid you sweet parting…don’t let the door hit your ass on the way out.  Adieu