She Continues
I suspect that transcendentalist thought has done much to obscure God Soul, Sacred Dove, “higher self,” what I call Elaith, and so forth—and I suspect that the reality is that the path to apprehending God Soul has as many steps or layers as you need/want/expect. I think we also tend to render God Soul as […] … Continue reading…Body, Fetch, Talker, God Soul, and: Part 6: God Soul and Other Names
I saw the wind blow oak leaves from trees like a shower of gold in to the autumn sunlight, and I felt panic for the trees, losing so much so fast—I felt sadness that soon the trees would be bare—no soughing, only the wind against my ears—and wonder at the sight of the rain that […] … Continue reading…Old Poetries, Faerie, Finds
The skies are where I want to rise to, to climb Elethis into the skies. But the land also calls to me,—I want to explore them both, touch and hug the tress, soar through the clouds, walk the land to the sea—and I would even touch the waters, drink and swim. Hmm. I still feel […] … Continue reading…Align, Materialize, Sex, Shape
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’m reminded again how easily the mind can switch levels of perception—I’m out walking and—I’m channeling and aligning, and—click—K is there beside me vividly, and it’s almost actual. But—click—I paid too much attention of the—no, of a different kind, and it fell away like gossamer. The normal perception, conperception layers here are very persistent and […] … Continue reading…Click, Incarnation, Energy
I rited some last night, cutting to the chase to med’te and honor the pantheon. I spelled for leaving and breaking out of Hardûun, but I also wound up prepping for trance. Indeed, I think I focused on bridging, on seeing the paths— —in trance, I easily and quickly found my way to the stream—the […] … Continue reading…Musings on Trance Work, Practice
I rited last night for Samhain. Lots of anxiety about [work], pay checks, and more. This hindered me last night—along with ________’s scheming. It’s cold this morning, so I am indoors—and not getting my usual outdoor morning chill-time on a Saturday. Nonetheless, WM asked me what I saw in the waters, and I saw the […] … Continue reading…Samhain, Wholeness, Truth
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 rited for a bit last night, and I find that when I project and imagine the path from my glade towards Elethis, I can see and feel it otherwise while not down and “projecting” in trance. Bruno, I think, points to an intermixture of sensation and cognition as wallowing us to take in the […] … Continue reading…Bruno, Art, Experience
I had the impression that Freya went inside me, pushed and pulled my bodies— —and I have felt what my anxiety feels like after it’s been blunted, and I do not like it AT ALL. The physiological aspect/component feels like—feels corrosive, like hate did. Is anxiety a form of self-hatred? Hating yourself for doing what […] … Continue reading…Shadows, Cosms, the Lower Worlds