Saturday, August 2, 2014

7 Witchy Questions Tag

This is going around on YouTube. I found it via DrawingKenaz who got it via Ember HoneyRaven.
I won’t even post selfies on tumblr, so I’m never going to make YouTube videos. So I’m going to do it here, because I’m bored and I like talking about myself! I originally posted this on Tumblr, but some people don't *do* Tumblr so I'm cross-posting here. 
Play along, if you like. It's fun.
1. What is your biggest witchy disaster?
That would be the time I tripped over the hem of the robe I used to wear and managed to fling the bowl of salt into my face, and thus, into my eyes. 
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That was the beginning of working skyclad.
2. What do you wish someone had told you as a new Witch?
Oh god, here comes the hate mail! Again. 
Pagans lie. Pagans make shit up. Pagans will quote the “Threefold law” or “The Rede” at people but often do pretty fucked up things to people in their lives. Paganism provides a pretty safe haven for people who need psychiatric treatment. 
3. Biggest witchy pet peeves?
People who spell altar as “alter.” People who spell magic with a “k.” Anyone who ever quotes that shitty poem “The Rede of the Wiccae.” The autumn equinox being called “Mabon” and the summer solstice being called “Litha.” People who blame Gardner for things but who have never actually read his books. 
I should never be allowed to discuss things that bug me because the list is long
4. When did you first know there was something different about your spirituality?
By 84 my parents were Easter/Christmas/Weddings/Funerals Catholics. By 1990 they only went to church when an immediate family member died. I was not baptized. I received no religious education. I only have one memory of attending Mass as a kid. 
I had no real religious interests. When I found out people took Catholicism seriously I thought it was a joke. But I did like the sort of folk-Slavic-Catholicism that my paternal grandmother and aunts did at home with their BVM statues and novena candles.
My childhood interests in fairy tales witches and ooey-gooey eventually lead me to read about “real witches.” And when I read about a Goddess and a Horned God and circles and calling quarters and ritual knives…I was hooked. It’s the only religion I’ve ever practiced.
The Catholics should have used ritual knives if they wanted to keep me around. 
5. Best witchy book you’ve ever read?
I’ll copy Thorn here and say The Bast Novels by Rosemary Edghill. A friend of mine handed me "Bell, Book and Murder" when I first started seeking and I have never laughed so much reading a witchy related book. The in-jokes are hillarious and I will pay good money to find out who inspired the Khazar coven, Julien, and Beaner (who I wish was a stronger character.) 
6. Best witchy movie or tv show?
In 1996 I was “one of the weirdos” who dressed in black, was into art and literature and had weird tastes in just about everything living in BFE rural Texas outside of Waco. I also wore pentacles and ankhs and assorted other Kick-Me signs openly at school. 
So when The Craft came out, I was super happy to watch a movie about other disenfranchised teens who had great wardrobes and practiced Witchcraft.
The Craft will always be the answer. 
7. Have you ever doubted your Craft and what did you do about it?
Always. Not so much the praxis itself, but the woo and mysticism and ZOMG THE POWAH OF THE GAWDESS and invisible things talking to you shit gets more than a healthy dose of skepticism. 

Hubris of a Witch



So, I got a first edition copy of Diary of a Witch by Sybil Leek. The acknowledgements page kills me!

" To my sons, Stephen and Julian, who understand the family tradition and so make it easy for me to be their mother and not merely a legend."
"Not merely a legend"
If Sybil Leek was around today, she would be trolling EVERYBODY! 

Friday, August 1, 2014

Lammas



Lammas. Loaf Mass. Lughnasadh. First Harvest. Whatever you may call it, I hope those of you celebrating have a happy one. Those of you not celebrating, have a happy Friday and an awesome weekend!



Tuesday, July 29, 2014

A Prayer For The Dead

Come we this night for one who must travel far
To offer light, incense and joyful noise
To raise a toast, a meal and tears of love
For our beloved Priestess and Witch Margot Adler
Who hath crossed the Veil
And joined the Shining Kingdom.

May the Air that once gave her breath
Lift her spirit upon the winds of the Wild Hunt

May the Fire that once animated her flesh
Burn in perpetual life in all the worlds

May the Water that was her blood and the pool of ancestral memory
Flow forever in those she leaves behind, that she may be reborn among them

May the Earth that was home to body and bones in life
Be the grave that welcomes her and gives her life again

May her ancestors greet her in love and comfort.
May her beloved dead prepare a feast in her name.
May the Mighty Dead welcome her and crown her in their Kingdom.
May the Old Ones welcome their Priestess, until providence calls her back to earth again.

Hail Margot!









Candle for Margot



Monday, July 28, 2014

Margot Adler 1946 - 2014



The news has come via her son on Facebook that Margot Adler passed away this morning.

It's interesting to think of where Paganism would be had it not been for the publication of Drawing Down The Moon in 1979. Thankfully, we don't have to live in that world.

Her latest book Vampires Are Us: Understanding Our Love Affair With The Immortal Dark Side was published earlier this year.

Rest in peace, Margot, and thank you for everything.

Thursday, July 17, 2014

What Dreams May Confound

I rubbed a little Divination oil on my forehead and pulse points and climbed into bed. I'm having "important dreams" on a more regular basis - having information not related to me show up in dreams that I'm able to verify later on.

Dream 1: I'm investigating some place that is completely covered in snow. Everything is frozen, including all of the local life. There are frozen people everywhere holding cardboard signs identifying who they are - on the off chance that someone would ever find them. I notice a woman and her companion are encased in a block of ice - cigarette in hand halfway to her lips. The exhale of smoke is frozen inside the ice. I find myself wondering how they managed to freeze to death if they have a lighter - surely they could have found something to burn.

(I blame this on having just recently seen the movie Frozen for the first time.)

Dream 2: A dead relative I've never met shows up again and asks me to pass on a message to my mother - her sister. I suggest she pass on the message herself, because my mother wouldn't hear that message coming from me.

(This has been recurring for the last two months. This relative died in 1967 and we are not related by blood. There are other family members who would be open to these kinds of dreams and could relay the message in a way that would be believed.)

I'm not prepared to have dead people showing up and giving me messages. I'm not even sure I "believe" that there is any postmortem survival of any kind, no matter what that Long Island Medium lady says.