She Continues
I remember reading Francesca de Grandis’s Be a Goddess!, and I remember coming across her notes on devotional offerings to the gods. De Grandis tells readers to “feed” the gods, that doing so is essential. And being the contrarian I can be, I stopped and questioned this need. Surely the gods don’t need to be […] … Continue reading…Gods & Devotion
For me, the point isn’t transcendence, which I see as abandoning this reality and life (or trying to). The point is to live here as yourself, as who you wish to live and act as. Either path is pretty damn difficult: the problems that Body encounters, finding yourself ignorant of or divorced from Fetch, having […] … Continue reading…Body, Fetch, Talker, God Soul, and: Part 7: And—
On my walk today, I reflected and aligned and chatted with Y. The previous night, I dreamt—no, as I tranced into the Dark Wood, as I moved along the path, I had a sense of the enchantment process. We often draw down elthil into objects for various ends, and as I moved, I had a […] … Continue reading…Anger, Paths, Breathing
I dreamt of Doctor Who and computers last night. I think I had glimpsed last night’s revelations on noticing how free and magical I felt in admitting to myself—, in calling down the blue rainbow light, the faentaur, in letting myself change and immerse myself in it and the Otherworlds and ôl-vala, in wanting and […] … Continue reading…Practice, Goddess Being, Art & Magic
I did deG’s invocations of the SG and—well, that felt good enough that I did it two or three times. Afterwards, I tranced and went through the door again, to the Shores. Once there, I aligned, dancing in the blue rainbow faentaur and that also felt fantastic. It was night/dusk/pre-dawn, and I called T and […] … Continue reading…de Grandis Revisited, Imaginaries, Shaping
In riting last night, the Guardians spoke about my plan to […]. I think they were all in favor, or convinced me that what was holding me back from tying myself to the Otherworlds more was choice and action. Always hedging for fear of what might happen becomes cowardice, Sh.F. said, and I felt that […] … Continue reading…Bindings, Paths, Ghosts
It’s Samhain, and I feel a little antsy. I want to have more of a notion what I want to do tonight. Communion with the Otherworlds, for one, but I also want to re-dedicate, if not dedicate myself, to the Path, to bridging, to the relationship I have with the Morrigan and Angus, and to […] … Continue reading…Tall Bright Shapes
The trees are singing. I realized this as I moved past the little group of trees at the park, the ones inside the path on the south side,—but they are singing in the wind, singing a beautiful, bittersweet song of autumn and the falling and turning of leaves, the coming of winter and sleep,—and I […] … Continue reading…Tree Song, Seasons, Buoyancy
I find myself anxious, some, about [work], but I feel I’m being too much, so. The energy we devote to teaching, to social lives, to looking/seeming/performing normalcy is so extensive, so costly. [Elethis] [ôl-vala/FitE] [lucid] [Corunor] At the same time, I also feel bad if I don’t push toward some grand arcane insight or if […] … Continue reading…Attention, Trance, Experientiality
From “Vignettes on Death, Gods, and Bridges“: The tone had been instantly set for my Work in this new place, and the very first action I took even before signing the least was to make offerings at the bases of both bridges. I thanked the bridges for their presence and their function, I made prayers […] … Continue reading…The Otherworlds and Here