Monday, January 26, 2015

Pick Up Every Stitch

My love for George Romero's 1972 film "Season of the Witch" aka "Jack's Wife" aka "Hungry Wives" is well established. A trivia question about that movie is responsible for me starting a blog so, you know who to blame. I have lots of other weird synchronicities with that movie.

My most favorite scene is the one where Joan, having decided to become a Witch, goes shopping for Witch supplies. You can watch a Spanish dubbed version here.

I've been lusting after that cauldron for decades! Fucking decades, I'm telling ya!

So imagine my surprise when I found this for sale online. 

I had to have it. 

Wednesday, January 7, 2015

Libations For The Workaholic Witch

I've changed shifts at my job - joining that vampiric crowd that haunts the graveyard shift. It's not as glam as it sounds, trust me, but it suits my needs for now. I enjoy getting to greet the moon as I'm leaving the house. To watch her shining through the windows of the car as I drive to work. I enjoy getting to watch the sun rise as I make my way home each morning.

This arrangement makes doing ritual late into the night difficult except for my days off. But I've taken to performing a nightly and morning libation to moon and sun - offering coffee to the Old Ones. Naturally, the morning libation happens once I'm home again. My co-workers already think I'm strange enough.

To She
and Him
and Them
and Us
I offer
I pour
With Love
and In Between
By Fig (salute)
By Horn (salute)
With Kiss (kiss hand twice, salute) 

The nudity is entirely optional, but recommended.

Saturday, January 3, 2015

Witchcrafty Shiz

I’ve missed having a working altar so much. When my back went out in April, it simply wasn’t possible. I had things set up on shelves and a dresser which could accommodate the chair I had to sit on. It’s coming up on five months since my back surgery and I’m finally able to sit comfortably at my old altar.
I’m looking to get a piece of furniture that isn't that low, something with storage would be nice. But in the meantime…
I made the copper pentacle a few years ago from a copper plate found at an antique store. My ritual practice at the time (and largely still so, in a lot of ways) was based on the model the Farrar’s presented in A Witch’s Bible. I’ve always liked those set of symbols, so I used them. Copper is a fucking nightmare to keep looking nice, so I wouldn’t recommend it if you are a tidy freak like myself.
The brass censer is the one thing I have had the longest. The water bowl came from my parents kitchen, the salt dish was found at TJ Maxx - it has leaves engraved on the copper stripe around the center. The cup was a gift from a Witch friend in Houston. The owl figurine next to Himself was a little thing my Nana had - you can put a tealight in the back. I don’t remember how I ended up with the hagstone next to Herself. 
The statues are by Dryad Designs and I love them.

Blessed Be! 

Sunday, December 28, 2014

First Time Tag

Yay for Tag's!

This one is going around on YouTube, and since I can't yet work up the nerve to commit both my face and voice to film, I'll have to stick with blogging.

Tag Questions:

1). How did you encounter Paganism, Witchcraft or Magick for the First Time?

Assuming we're talking about modern religious Witchcraft, it would be a bunch of tawdry 60's and 70's era occultsploitation books written by the likes of Peter Haining and Hans Holzer where Sybil Leek, Maxine Sanders and Anton LaVey all lent their faces (and backsides) for the cause of modern occultsim, found at my local library. Honorable mention to the Brothers Grimm and that fab Queen with her mirror and poisoned fruit who remains my spirit animal. 

2). What was your first book?

The Anatomy of Witchcraft by Peter Haining. 

3). What was the first spell you ever performed? 

The first "out of a book" type thing would have been Ed Fitch's Self Blessing, but that's not really a spell. I remember a red-candle and cord with petitions to Athena that I did in fifth grade while studying for the TAAS test. I totally aced it. 

4). What was your first crystal or stone?

A quartz crystal - the first and only one I have ever owned. I collected rocks as a kid, but there has never been much woo associated with them for me.

5). Who was the first God and/or Goddess you encountered on your Path?

Jehovah, Satan and the Blessed Virgin Mary. Ha! The first non-JudeoChristian deity I ever encountered was Dionysus - in a story my first grade teacher (last name Wines) read to us.

6). How did you first meet other Pagans?

In college. When you major in theatre, you are bound to meet a few. 

7). What was the first Festival, Meetup, or Public gathering you attended?

I went to an open circle Samhain event where altars were set up on beer coolers - I didn't stay. I went to an open Beltane event called Cinco de Mayfest while I was living in Houston. I haven't participated much in public Paganism.

8). What was the first class or workshop you took?

The first class my friend Trothwy gave when I was studying with her.

9). What the first chant you learned?

We All Come From The Goddess by Z Budapest. 

10). What was the first method of divination you learned?

Farm wisdom, motherfuckers!

When the snails crawl out of the garden and onto the house, the rain is coming. You predict a harsh winter by studying the fur growth on the cattle. You can also predict winter weather by monitoring when the crickets show up after harvest season. 

But, me and the tarot go way back as well. So, yeah, tarot.

11). What was your first tool?

Everything for the first few years was improvised from around the house and then put back when I was finished. The first tool I ever bought from an occult shop was a brass censer and I still use it. 

12). What was the first method or exercise you learned for Energy work?

I remember reading Laurie Cabot's "Power of the Witch" and she said "you won't be able to shoot lightning out of your fingertips yet" and I've been trying to do that for the last twenty years. 

In all seriousness, that "rub your hands together and feel the power, now make a ball of it and toss it to a friend" thing was probably the first.

13). What is a memorable or favorite First on your path that wasn't included in the above questions?

The time my parents came home to a house full of incense smoke and the smell of burned parchment paper. My dad suggested I take up a hobby that didn't stink up the house. A much put upon me screamed "This is Witchcraft! It's supposed to stink!" 

Wednesday, November 19, 2014

All About That Bass (for the Lord)

I got paid to attend an evangelical rock concert.

This was about a year ago, and it would take way too long to explain thy why's and wherefore's of how my professional career landed me in this situation. These weren't your usual evangelicals with guitars. These were Bikers In Recovery For Christ. Which, y'know, awesome. They were very talented musicians and singers, and you haven't lived until you've heard Biblical messages reworked into a Jimi Hendrix song at full concert volume.

My latent Catholicism found the whole thing blasphemous, but I didn't have any theses with me that I could nail to their door. It was fun and I didn't even mind all the Jesus I had to wash off later.

The interesting thing about this event was walking into the venue and having all of my senses zero in on the groups' singer and my full and absolute certainty that this woman was a witch.

She had fabulously long, white hair, She was dressed in what can only be called Rich Hippie Chic. She looked like she was the speaker of honor at a *good* Pagan convention in a nice hotel with an open bar and a jacuzzi en suite in every room. But it wasn't her fashion choices that alerted me. There was something *there* there. That eyes across the room/pheromone/spidey senses thing you experience with future lovers, fellow gays, or other witches.

Now, my rational brain cannot make sense of a witch in an evangelical rock band proselytizing for Christ with reworked Hendrix. Although, that would make a great plot for a Bast novel and if Rosemary Edghill sees this she can totes steal that idea.

Maybe she was a former witch whose conversion hadn't quite taken? Maybe she was using her wicked awesome fashion sense, Grace Slick voice and mean tambourine skills as some nefarious plot to infiltrate the Patriarchy and smash it with music? Maybe I should have eaten lunch that day because I'm not really me when I'm hungry?

Who knows.

There was a meet and greet/hand shake/thank you for coming thing at the end. Very nice people. Lots of hugging. And like linking hands with someone in circle, there *it* was.  Had I not been at work, I might have worked up the gumption to ask this nice lady about what she was up to.

That didn't happen, and I'll never know.

The idea of a fabulously dressed witch infiltrating evangelical Christianity with rock music and beads REALLY makes all seven of my feelings happy.

I'm going to stick with that answer.

Wednesday, October 29, 2014

Eleanor Bone Memorial Fund

A memorial project has been put together to purchase a memorial grave marker for Eleanor Bone, who died in 2001. She was responsible for seeing to it that Gardner's grave was moved Please consider making a donation to this very important cause.

Eleanor Bone Memorial Fund