Time for a little chaos

I’m on a journey again.  Walking.  Just once I’d like to fly or something…maybe I’ll see if a friend will loan out their feathers or something next time I travel.  I don’t know this part of the forest…Wait.  Forest?  Seriously?  I don’t have a reference of a forest.  Even the spiders live in the swamp.  Just where the hell am I going? Brin steps up beside me as if to reassure me, and it does, because at least I have protection and am not alone.  She seems to know where we are headed because she motions me off the path  towards a small clearing with the tallest damn oak tree I have ever seen in my life.  And yet, it isn’t quite a tree, because it has a door and some sort of wooden sign hanging above it, but I cannot read the language there.  Brin again lets me know that I am to enter, and I think to myself..why does this not surprise me..Everywhere I go, I seem to be entering trees like some damn wood nymph seeking shelter.  As I enter, and take a look around, I see books.  Hundreds of thousands of tomes , some stacked as if they are pillars keeping sentry along the walls, others showing their splines to the world as if they are issuing invitation to peruse their pages.  As I move deeper into the library, for I assumed it was one seeing all the books, I smell herbs…familiar ones that tickle the nose and make my hands itch to work.  What kind of place is this I wondered to myself…some sort of botanica?  Then I see him.  A massive owl perched upon a ledge high above a window.  And being my usual snarky self, the only thing that came to mind was the commercial”how many licks does it take to get to the center of a tootsie roll pop”? I giggled to myself at the thought, and then I heard him say “Like I haven’t heard THAT a million times already!” Whoa! Ok, correction.  He isn’t a stuffed owl like I first thought, but a live one…and pretty much  carrying a smart ass attitude.  So…what now?  The owl swoops down and comes in close..almost too close and my surprise must have been clear because Brin inserted herself between us.  “Relax dragon”, said the owl”I am not going to harm your charge”.  I am not sure Brin believed him or not, but she stepped aside to allow me to come face to face with the smart ass bird.  “I don’t know who gave you the keys to Ici, or why you are here, but this is NOT the place for you human”, said the Owl.  “Perhaps, she has earned those keys, and deserves to be here”, said a familiar voice.  I turned and there perched atop one of the pillars of books sits George eating an orange.  The owl turns his attention to George.  “Obviously she earned the keys”, he said “or she would not be allowed to come here, and stop eating on my books”, he screeched.  George simply smiled and popped another section into his mouth.  I laugh and shake my head at him, because I know that to try and MAKE him do anything is a lesson in futility.  “What are you doing here”. asks the owl peering at me.  “I have no idea”, I laugh.  “You are the wise old bird, you tell me”.  “Watch your tongue girl”, screeches the owl.  Brin again picks up her head and looks directly at the bird as if to say he would make a nice meal, and the owl fluffs his feathers and drops the noise level a decibel or two.  “I demand respect”, he says to Brin.  “Respect is earned, not given to one who has done nothing but screech and demand answers that I have no clue about”, I tell him.  The bird peers at me for what seems like an eternity, then he again fluffs feathers as if he is gathering up his cloak and tells Brin,  “Take her down the aisle to the back, I will meet you there”.  Then off he flies.  I look at Brin and she motions that I should follow the owl down a wide aisle, so I do, with George bringing up the rear.  As I move down the aisle, I am  looking left and right at all the collections of bottle there.  Herbs in some, a frog floating in some sort of liquid, even a human eyeball that I could swear was looking at me as I passed.  I think to myself, I feel like I am in some twisted version of Alice in wonderland.  What the fuck did I do to earn the “privilege” to come here?  Soon I come to the end of the aisle where the bird awaits in front of some sort of altar that looks like it is covered in white sand, in which there are nine candles sitting in it waiting to be lit.  I stop in front of the altar, noting that the table itself is beautiful and extremely old with sigils carved into each leg.  “Light the candles” says the owl.  Light them?  with what?  I feel in the pockets of my cloak, but there is nothing there.  Then I remember that in the elsewhere I don’t need the mundane, so I visualize a flame for each candle, lighting them one at a time, taking time to appreciate the beauty and warmth of them.  As they are all lit, I look at the owl, watching and waiting for whatever happens next.  The owl begins to speak, slowly at first, then a little faster as if he is a professor(yes I get the irony) lecturing those who seek his knowledge.  Ici was created for those who have need of what is found within the confines of this space.  Whether it is knowledge, or workings, or conversation with spirit, it can be found within.  Much the same way you go to the swamp for sanctuary, this is a place that has been awarded to you to further your knowledge on the path.  “Are you fucking serious?”, I think to myself, forgetting that all there can read my thoughts.  “Who awarded me this place and what did I do to gain such favor?” The owl sighed(can birds even do that?), as if he was speaking to a simple child, and in my case, it’s highly likely that he was.  “You know who awards things”, he began,”and you gained favor by giving selflessly for others who needed it, sometimes at risk for yourself”.  I nod and have to agree that if I had given any thought to my question, the who would have been easy to come up with…the why not so much since I do what I do without a lot of thought most times.  The owl begins to speak again.  “within the sands of time, there is a vial.  It sits beneath one of the lit candles, but to use it you must decide which one.  choose wisely because you only get one chance to look for it”.  “Great”, I think…”another mind fucking puzzle”.  I look at Brin as if to ask her guidance, but she refuses to catch my eye…”Fine, no help there”, I think.  I look back at George, but he has helped himself to another orange from somewhere and is busy having himself a snack.  “Lovely”, I think to myself.  “Some help I have”.  So I look at the candles sitting now lit in the sand.  “Just how am I supposed to know which candle holds my prize?” “You will never know unless you try”, quips the owl.  “No shit”, I think.  So I stand and look at each candle, then I notice something…each candle is directly over a sigil.  One has a snake, another has wolf, then I see it.  MY candle that sits over the vial of whatever it is I am to receive, is over a sigil resembling a web! I smile to myself and begin to sift in the sand under the candle and pull out a small purple vial filled with liquid.  “You did well” says the owl grudgingly.  I hold the bottle up in the light and see the liquid which seems to swirl and sparkle in time with some soundless tune that I cannot hear.  “So what is this for?” I ask.  The owl cocks his head at me and tells me that I will find out soon enough.  The prize is enough for now.  So I turn with my vial and walk back up the aisle followed by Brin and George/  I place the vial in my cloak folds and am near the entrance when the owl speaks again…”That little vial will be quite useful in your coming workings”, he cackles.  “Just remember that out of chaos also comes responsibility for those who strew it”.  I pull the vial out of my cloak.  “Chaos?  This is what this is? ”  I begin to smile, then chuckle.  “Oh yeah, THIS will be extremely useful”…So I awoke this morning with renewed purpose.  I have plans, lists to make..I know the lure of causing shit to happen..it’s what makes people go mad with power, but I have no need for such things.  This list is for those who have had it coming for awhile, but I’ve been too distracted to take care of such things.  Now I am not.  It is time. And I do believe that this time around I will enjoy the show.  Ya’ll might want to find a good seat, and there will be plenty of popcorn.

DEUCES

Observation

I sit here in the shadows, waiting, watching.  The tree behind my back provides a place to lean, its energy filling me with strength and calm.  It’s branches stretch out its leafy frond providing a semi umbrella from the rain.  Its a slow steady rain..the kind that soothes the spirit and renews the earth, and hides the tears.  I came here to be alone, to let out some of the emotions gathered that are so bottled inside me that if they aren’t provided the release, things can get ugly pretty quickly.  I haven’t isolated myself, just moved a little distance away, keeping watch and waiting and yet still try and come to terms with the things going on right now.  As I look right, I smell the scorched earth..it too will be renewed in time, I have no time to waste on the whys of that…it will be taken care of. As I look to the left, I see a small light, that glows in the darkness…It is that light that gives me hope because it still exists.  It is to that light I strain to see if there are occupants…too far, I cannot. So I sit.  I watch and wait, feeling uneasy that some would intervene before its time and the light is extinguished.  I continue to let the rain wash over me…feeling the discontent .  I am usually a patient person by nature..content to watch and wait..it’s how I learn and observe..but this time…I so much want to step in and right the things that are wrong, that shift the balance for me.  So I sit.  Feeling the rain as it falls and mingles with tears of frustration at my limitations.  I’m human.  I can only do so much on this plane and to work on any other requires the agreement of others…..so I wait.  I let the tears fall because they are also healing.  they are overflowing from my soul and are filled with regrets and pain that I cannot speak about openly.  The flow, mingling with the rain on my face.  I feel the wind pick up and it lifts my hair as it does, almost as if in a caress .  A small half smile plays about my lips and I feel that energy flow into and around me, reminding me that for all the melancholy, I am not alone in this.  So….I watch. Looking, seeking ANY sign that the light in the distance grows brighter and nearer. So I sit.  wait, and watch.  The rain falls still mingling with cleansing tears.  I will tarry here for as long as it takes.

 

DEUCES

writing out the storm

Damn but I am cold today.  That inner bone-chilling never can get warm kind of cold that I only seem to get when I am connected to Ghede.  I tell myself, while  trying to rationalize it on a mundane level… well it’s bitterly cold outside what with mother nature changing her mind every few days about what temperature she should be using.  At first its been spring temps and rains/storms, and now it truly is winter temps with the usual frozen precipitation I loathe.  But my feeling cold..this is more than that because I am inside, haven’t even poked my nose out to see the day…hell I haven’t even made it past my room to go find coffee.  Instead I am curled up, wearing my robe and warm socks still in my pajamas and trying to sort things out in my head.  Last night I worked for a friend who needs healing.  Intense doesn’t even come close to describing that energy.  I called in a favor, chose the correspondence well, and began.  The storm of energy flowing in one direction from myself and others…well, let’s just say it could have covered all of NM, and yet was aimed for one brother who needs us.   My emotions concerning this friend have me a little off kilter.  How does one come to “know” someone for a short time online and feel like kindred? To grieve over the pain they are experiencing and wanting so badly to fix or change things?  It always amazes me that things like that happen.  I guess because he kind of reminds me of my brother that has passed..living life on his own terms, being who the universe demanded he become..I’m not sure..what I do know is that he reached out for help and I could not, would not turn him down.  So now that I’ve done what I can for him ..what else do I do?  Keep working, is what my heart tells me.  Sometimes that is easier said than done since the one working has to learn to recognize their limitations.  While we may want to jump right in, our physical limitations on this plane often supersede the will on the astral.  That is what frustrates me sometimes.  It makes me want to rail and rant and curse the physical frailties that I consider to be faults in myself because I cannot do as I choose when it comes to those I care about.  I get told about half dozen times a day by various people and entities that I have to accept those limits or I will be of no use to anyone least of all myself…Yeah, frustration is NOT the word for this.  So what do I do today?  I’ve finally taken a short break and gotten coffee.  That is a good start. I made it with maman’s special recipe with the chikory, cinnamon and chocolate…minus the rum though since I am out.  I am reminded that, THAT has to remedied, for if I am to dance with ghede, the rum has to flow.  Couldn’t agree more,lol.  I’ve turned on some Amos Lee, letting his jazzy, blues wash over me.  Come back to read over what I already have written down, tweaked a word or two.  I’m calmer, warmer, and willing to let go of what I worked on before. I know one cannot hang on to things even when we want to worry over it like a mother hen making sure it goes where its supposed to, do what its supposed to do…get the results we want, no…DEMAND it to do.  I’m human before being a witch so sometimes old habits are hard to break ~shrugs~. So I am now settled, moreso than I have been this whole week..the storm is moving on.   Like most storms, either in the mundane or energy wise, they howl and swirl around us, then eventually subside, leaving a calm to be appreciated.  Time to greet the day properly I guess 😉

 

 

DEUCES

Just keep talking cause I’m not listening

Sometimes I wished I believed in Karma.  the kind that comes around and kicks someone in the teeth for the stupid shit they do and say. I believe in a cause and effect..what you do and say has ramifications, which is totally different(kind of semantic, but it works for me).  So what’s got me to this point?  Hell this week has been….well more hellacious than usual.  I got into it with my boss on Monday who implied that I don’t know how to do my job since someone whined about my handing their work back to be repaired.  Yeah, pissed me off to no end..but if there is such a thing as “karma”, then she’ll get it eventually, amiright? So today, no run ins with the boss(he has conspicuously stayed out of my little corner of the world), a friend suggests that the look on my face reminded him that I might get physical if he did not remove himself….~shrugs~ but a woman became ill today. She was in tears holding her head, little disoriented…cause for concern.  Now I know she is a little off(hell who is “normal” anyways)…but some of the women around her began laughing at the symptoms she displayed after she left to seek medical attention.   Nobody knew if she had a migraine, stroke or something else major, but these women laughed.  N These same women sit daily and have preached about god, invited people to revival, some even sing in church, and yet…they showed no compassion for someone .  Not one  What kind of faith is that?  It’s all lip service as far as I can see.  Not one of them got up and offered to comfort this woman, offer to pray for her(although they are big on openly praying in church).  They talk a good game, but then again, they are just as likely to talk about others behind their backs.  I expect it of them because I know them, know their lives, and know how imperfect it is, even though they will not admit it.  Mine isn’t either, but I don’t walk around speaking shit and expecting people to swallow it.  But these “christian” ladies are not the only ones to do this.I often hear those on pagan paths(and lets not go into that definition tonight..ya’ll are smart enough to know it, and if you don’t remember..back up a blog or two and read it again, or just forget it cause you may never truly understand it).  Now about those pagans…there are those who want to “heal the earth”, save the trees/wolves/animals, etc..whatever.  All beautiful ideas of wanting to take care of the earth.  One thought.  IF when one “heals” the earth..what do you do with the energy you remove..you know when one heals, you have to banish the negative and clear things out in order to place healing energies there.  so what ya’ll going to do with the negative?  Ground? Wait…did you not just put that back where you were putting the healing? total upset of balance in my opinion, because Gaia has been taking care of herself for a damn long time without our help.  she rearranges things as she needs to even if we do not understand the basis of her doing so.  Think of it pretty much like you clear junk out of your house and rearrange the furniture.  There may be casualties, and that is regretful, but seriously, she has things to do.  If man in his “wisdom” would stop trying to fix shit, she might not have to go back and redo it.  Why not start in your own back yard?  There are things you can do to live greener.  There are people who can use your help.  Why the need to do this on a “grand” scale?  for the attention?  Fuck that!  Be a human being for Elphalba’s sake!  Live that path you walk instead of giving it lip service.  Connect to it spiritually instead of using it as a label.  If you are going to keep on doing the same thing day in and day out, then expect those same results…Say!  Ya’ll might want to check with a psychologist cause I’ve heard that is the legal definition of crazy.  Just don’t expect me to keep listening because at this moment, I am so NOT hearing you.

 

DEUCES

I’m so persecuted…..~Whah~

I’ve run across another group page of pagans.  I use that term loosely because they obviously are one due to the fact they don’t follow any Abrahamic faith, but they aren’t like any of those I know who follow a serious path.  The “group”/page is full of those who claim to be persecuted by christians and other faiths because they are pagan.  It’s an old tune that gets played quite a bit by those who have little knowledge of how things really work.  They are the ones who shout from the rooftops that they are “pagan”, wear all the pretentious pentacles and purchase all the tools and books that people are willing to sell them.  Leaves me shaking my head. Why?  You may ask.  First let me begin by saying that in some places, I have no doubt that ignorance rears its ugly head and people are harassed  for not walking a more socially acceptable path.  But on a wide scale platform?  No.  I live in  a small southern town and if asked will tell people that I am pagan(although there are damn few of us around in this area), and while some have made silly statements about going to hell(I work there..not afraid of it), for the most part, I am not persecuted.  So back to this little group.  I read first one post, considered as a “pagan creed”.  I will tell you that pagan is an umbrella term and unless one has a definite path, how one “creed” can cover us all, I have no idea.  So here is this thing:
I am a Pagan, spoken against by Jews, Christians, Muslims and Scientist alike.

I am of the First Religion to grace the Earth, long before the idea of the “One True God” ever tainted it.

I am of the religion that does not call to kill others but simply to live and let live.

I am the worshiper of Ra and Isis and Hecate and Hades and a long list of others.

I am of the true religion of peace who would not kill you simply because you worship another god.

I am a Pagan.

I CALL BULLSHIT!!! While there are a few of those in the first group in this statement that might speak out against those who of us who do not follow a more secular faith, there are many who have a live and let live attitude to us…sort of like “let god sort it out” kind of thing.    The second statement is almost accurate.  If one considers pagans as anything not Abrahamic, then yes, pagans existed long before Christ ever came onto the scene.  Gods/goddesses existed and ritualistic beliefs were held.  The third statement is patently false because pagans killed others.  Plain and simple  history tells us of those of other faiths being killed simply because of that faith.  Christians were killed, People of other nations were killed..all because they were different.  Fourth statement is true, as far as that there is a long list of deities that some incorporate into their path.  Some just choose to work with them, others worship them and claim them as protectors. Last statement is again Bullshit.  Same as the third one..we know that pagans killed others because of their faith.  Carthaginians killed others who were not of their faith, hell they even killed their children to offer to the gods without a whimper, so don’t tell me that pagans are all this love and light bullshit.  Read some damn history!

Apparently I am not the only one to comment about the “us vs them”  mentality, because they again posted a long post decrying the bullying of those who don’t understand.  That they were not espousing “hate” but posting a positive pagan statement.  They equate it with racism that if a black person said something, and a white person said the same..it would be construed as racist on the part of the white person.  ~cough~ excuse me while I gag on the bullshit in that statement.  Apparently according to the writer of the statements, its perfectly okay to abuse, revile, and otherwise puke on other faiths because according to him,  “paganism  is a true religion of peace”.~HEADDESK~ First, as I think I’ve explained before….Pagan covers a lot of ground.  ANY faith that is not of the Abrahamic ones are considered pagan, because they don’t follow christ.  Paganism is NOT a religion.  And I think I have stated above that a majority of those that followed what was/is considered  a pagan path are/were anything but peace loving.  He then goes off on a tangent of how King Josiah from the Bible killed pagans  and destroyed temples.  Well, obviously there were things done, but it was definitely a two-way street on that one.  He tries to use this as a basis for wiccans/pagans(yeah he differentiates) not being taken seriously.  Really.  Can you tell me why there are many in the pagan community who are highly respected even by those not of a pagan persuasion?  I guess its because they let themselves be bullied?  There is a difference in standing up for ones self and being an asshat, especially if one is not going to take the time to learn some damn history.  Respect for others as human beings goes a long way, no matter what path you’re on.  It’s those similar in nature of those of this particular page/group that give others a bad name.  it makes people want to lump us all into the same pile of shit, and I have to tell ya’ll..it ain’t happening to this witch.  I will continue to speak out for those who need a little back up, no matter what they believe.  I will also call out those who continue to spread their brand of bullshit that wants to tar us all with the same brush.
So for the idiots(yeah I’m name calling because their ignorance warrants it)….crack open a damn history book.  Specifically read about the Gauls, the Romans and the Greeks…can toss in some of the Egyptian as well…all those deities you mentioned..they all have a real affinity for persecuting and killing those who did not believe as they did and sacrificed them to their gods.  And stop spouting as truth, stupid asinine statements about paganism being a religion of peace…it’s not a religion, never was….EVER. Get it right or just better yet(and I personally prefer this one) STFU!!!!!!

Roots

I’ve been in among the group pages today, reading some, laughing some..shaking my head at other comments.  One subject posted, was “At what age should one include children into rituals”? Personally since this is one’s spiritual path, why would you not include them as they come into the world?  I’ve heard all the arguments both for and against at not wanting to prejudice your child against any other faith, but here is my thinking.  In secular faiths, that child is inundated with aspects  of that faith from birth.  Catholics have christenings, Jews have formal naming ceremonies as well as a bris for the boys(  girls are welcomed into the Jewish community  in synagogue as her father reads from the Torah).  Even in other faiths, children are welcomed into the faith from birth, taught the tenets of their particular beliefs. Going to church immediately to be welcomed with love and joy.  So why do I hear so much from  pagan people  who are acting as if they cannot do this with their own children?  Is it because they feel that because it isn’t a widely accepted path that they don’t want to make their child feel as an outsider when they are in social settings?  Life is difficult enough for kids without adding the stigma of being “different” I’ll admit, but seriously.  They grow up knowing what you believe if you are truly walking a pagan path.  It will be in literature, books around your home,  tools you may own or use. You will speak openly with others about it, and you will practice some element of it every day.  If you don’t do ANY of those very basic things I just mentioned…you are a fraud(imho).  Your path is a representation of who you are.  It comes from your very core and is what feeds the spirit.  If that is not why you walk a path..then you need to check the mirror.  We all should be honest with ourselves about why we walk the path at all.  So I have trouble wrapping my head around as to why one would not want to teach your child your faith instead of keeping it wrapped in secrecy as if you are ashamed of it.  I understand if you are going to a circle/ritual elsewhere with others who may not practice exactly as you do.  But it’s been my experience that most groups always have special things planned for children that will not take away from the adults in their working.  So how does one know when to include a child in those circumstances?  I think it comes down to the child, how much you have taught then, how mature they are and what they understand, as well as to how the ritual is going to be conducted.  I believe that children should be excluded from skyclad gatherings, as well as rituals that will offer blood offerings.  For me it’s personal thing. .. children don’t usually understand the nuances there and it could be frightening as well.  But for any other than that, I don’t see the need to exclude them from group gatherings. Circling would be different for me(but then I am picky as to whom I join that energy with), and some groups also choose to not allow children, and that is their choice.
The reason I prefer children to be involved from the beginning is it gives them roots.  They know who they are, where they come from. All children need to know this.  Even if they do not follow the path/faith of their family(and there are many of us who do this), they at least will have some understanding of the family dynamics.  So when people start talking about how they don’t want to “influence” their kids, I want to smack them…because everything we do influences them.  We are the examples.  We show them how to treat people, how to make intelligent decisions(and if you don’t..shame on you and get to work on that!).  We need to stop with the rhetoric of “not influencing” our children’s beliefs because if you don’t someone else will(and you will have noone to blame for that mess but yourself).  It’s not wrong to want our children to make their own choices, because we encourage them in independent thinking.  That independent thinking  is why many of us walk as we do.  What we need to do is provide a little ground work with education and provide some insight as to why we walk as we do so they will be able to make a balanced decision.  Hiding what we do, what we believe makes them feels as if there is some great secret that should be kept or that it’s wrong.  That isn’t the message we need to give to them.  So however you believe, however you practice, My advice is to keep your children involved, and informed.  They might surprise you at how much they already know.

 

Rag doll

Ever had a song get stuck in your head?  Like for days?  I’ve been catching myself singing/whistling/humming Aerosmith’s Rag Doll.  Probably not for the reason you think, although I love the band and their music.  The reason? I have had rag dolls on my mind as of late.  I work with them quite often.  I can see the wheels turning now.  What do you do with them?  Aren’t they supposed to be evil and full of malice?  Well……yes and no.  First, I don’t use subjective terms in relation to my magical undertakings. It all comes down to intent so depending upon whether or not I am sending healing out or kicking (yeah I do that occasionally), would determine what some would label it.  In 100 BCE, wax dolls were made of Pharaoh Ramses III  by his many enemies including women of his harem(guess they weren’t too fond of him, huh?) The ancient Greeks used sympathetic magic in love and defensive spells.. Banishings were done by using herbs like garlic or rue Some even suggest that the pins that one might use could be used similarly like acupuncture I’ve never tried that myself, but it’s interesting concept.  The dolls themselves are unique.  I make them out of various things, such as clay, soap, string, cloth, paper.  It just depends upon what I plan on doing with them after I am done with the working.  Sometimes I add herbs or taglocks, depending on what I’m doing.  So….just what am I doing?  Well, I’ve  been in the healing mode of operation lately, in the mundane and elsewhere.  So now that someone I respect can use that energy, I’ve pulled out the things to make my rag doll.  I have cloth, herbs, and something that would represent my friend(taglock).  Taglocks can be a number of things…hair, personal belongings..all those things you’ve probably seen in movies or read about somewhere.  but they can also be something as simple as writing that person’s name and tucking it inside the doll itself.  Working with the dolls themselves are not hard, but one needs to be clear about focus.  Exactly what is it you want your poppet to work on?  For myself, I NEVER do “love” workings because where is the fun in that?  One has to have free will and if you tie someone to you and then tire of them, what can you do but try to break that binding.  what a waste of energy and will be redundant in nature because if one tries it once and it is successful(for the time that they used it) then they will try it again.   Why not do something mundane say like.. Oh…..I don’t know….try and work on the relationship like everyone else does. Trying to manipulate something as important as relationships goes against my personal ethics.  One has to be specific in wording. of your intent as well.  I have a friend that I gifted some money oil.  She asked for more money.  Yeah..now she is working her ass off at both of her jobs.  She should have been more specific like she wanted a certain amount of money all at once, or win the lottery, but she wasnt and is now being afforded the opportunity to have more hours on her jobs and earn more money.  Yep…Need to be specific in that wording.  So what to use for the healing working I have in mind?  Pine, lemon balm, carnation, ivy are some herbs to consider.  Other herbs that one prefers can be used that hold healing properties can work as well.  I would use white cloth since its neutral, and many think of it as “good”…yeah I know..there’s that subjective label again, but once in awhile I roll with those that are tagged with it.  And of course my taglock.  I work alone, and while I tell you (as in this case) that I am working.  The how’s and what it all entails are kept private.  Not because I think its some big secret that only the “elite” should know, but because this is a personal thing for me.  It requires a lot of energy, and a lot of focus, and if you’ve never done it before, then its not as easy as one might think.  I know a lot of people out there want to make it sound as if its something scary(ghost stories?  really?).  But it only scares those with no real knowledge about workings in general.  My suggestion is to start small, maybe make you a small string dolly to carry around with you for money, good fortune and see how that feels, than move on to the heavier stuff.  I’ve been doing this a long time, so don’t think too hard about how or why I am working…just that I need to do so. So little rag doll, here I come to play and we’ll send healing energy on its way.

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Who needs calgon? I’ll settle for some first class alcohol!!!

Ok. I’ll admit it.  I’ve been beyond a little snarky the past few days.  It’s hard to just pinpoint it on one thing really.  it could be a combination of things.  I’m trying to quit the diet cokes/  they aren’t really healthy, have way too much caffeine than is good for me, and tea/water and any other drink really is better for me.  It’s hard really because they are my drink of choice during the day. So as anyone who had had to cut down/off the caffeine can attest..one can get down right irritable.  The week in hell has been damned long.  I’m behind from last week due to yet more machine issues…Three fucking weeks worth of machine break downs!!! WTH?  And the job behind me caught up and so decided to play snatch and grab til I behaved like …well like the bitchy witch that I am I guess…Today was better.  The machine is finally fixed and I rolled as I usually do, so pleased to be able to have some breathing room. Let’s just say that I am glad that today is Friday and I don’t have to get up at the buttcrack of dawn and go anywhere for the next two days.  And I wasn’t provided an opportunity to tell my youngest grandson happy birthday or send him his gift because his mother is still not behaving the way she was brought up.  Yeah, sometimes one earns that damn kick when it hits just right.  Just saying. So then I decide to chill on FB checking in on some of the discussions in various groups.  One conversation caught my eye.  It was about what makes something right.  The obvious turn came to religious beliefs as it usually does.  Conversations began with bashing of various faiths because they didnt make sense to people, like Scientology or Mormonism.  The wearing of burkas for Muslim women.  Personally, I care less about faiths that make no sense, because truthfully, my path only applies to myself and for someone else to get it,….they wouldn’t.  Others in the conversation had to go on about them because being Wiccan, they are of such “ancient” ways.  Yeah, I call BULLSHIT. If they believe they are any more ancient that those they are dissing, I have some swampland that they are more than welcome to buy.  Yet they felt the need to explain that people tend to associate with others that have similar ones.  I know the psychology of like attracting like. The law of Attraction is scientifically proven.  BUT, not everyone are sheep.  Majority of us do tend to associate with those who hold similar moral tenets, they don’t have to hold the same interpersonal beliefs.  I think it would quite boring to have no diversity in our lives, which in my friends list is quite varied.  We don’t all hold the same thoughts on big discussion subjects, like abortion, spanking kids or faith, but that’s what makes it a damned interesting mix.  One woman decided that I seemed decent person so would not associate with murderers or rapists(that last one would depend on legal definition for me personally, because under the law, its not all cut and dried)…but she presumed to place her own ideals on me.  When I voiced my opinion, she “assumed” I meant she was a love and light kind of girl, which kind of set me off, because I did not mention her or that at all. To say I was less than kind would be an understatement.  Fortunately, I was saved from deletion by others who know how I can be, and have moved on.  Added to the mix is that manic man is not feeling well.  He is weak and little disoriented.  Sounds like my weekend will be spent in urgent care to make sure its not serious health issue.  Sometimes I think my whole life is like the FML app on iphone.  And the icing on the cake?  Yeah there is one.  A dear friend..one who’s knowledge I respect greatly and who makes me laugh when I really dont want to(like now) is in ICU very ill.  So I’m done whining…I plan on being constructive, and stop dwelling on my pitiful existence that amounts to fuck all when he needs the help.  Time to do what I do well.

 

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