Thursday, April 26, 2012

Hints From Hertha: Funked Up Mortar

Gosh it's been a long time since I've done a Hint From Hertha.  I suppose it's because I haven't sumbled upon any new awesome tips that I didn't think were basic common sense.  But the "common" in that sense is sometimes anything but.

So I give you not one, but TWO, ways of cleaning up those funked up mortars.  You've probably struggled to clean up resin stickiness or the residue from various oils and herbs.  I certainly have.  Getting myrrh off of something can be a right pain in the Devil's Buttocks.

So here ya go...

1.  Fill your mortar about 3/4 of the way with regular table salt.  Add a bit of the soap you use for washing dishes. I prefer Dawn.  Grind up the salt and soap with the pestle and let it set for a bit.  You might need to regrind once more if the funk is pretty funky.  Rinse.  You'll find your mortar squeaky clean with no linger herb/oil smells.

2. Grind up dry eggshells.  Works on the same principle as the salt and will remove any stickiness.  You'll just have to clean out the eggshell residue when you are done.  The downside is that's an added clean up you have to do.  The upside is you'll have cascarilla powder, unless you don't want whatever was funking up your mortar mixed in with that.

Two easy methods, but I vote for going with the first one.  Unless you share my OCD quirks and actually *enjoy* extra cleaning projects.

Happy Scrubbing!

Sunday, April 22, 2012

She writes the songs...and she's gonna hex you

I made a personal vow that I would stay as far away as possible from the discussion around transgender inclusion/Dianic separatism at Pantheacon, at least as far as this blog is concerned, and I have kept that vow.

Z Budapest is not my elder.  She is not a player in my religion.  Her Goddess spirituality is just that, Goddess spirituality, and a fine thing it is for what it is and who it is for.  But it's not Wicca and I'm rather happy to make the distinction.  Wicca worships a God in partnership with a Goddess.  There are men.  There are High Priests.  You cannot subtract the meat from the meatloaf and try to tell Great Aunt Mildred it's the same.

But now that Z Budapest has issued a curse on any who would use her now ubiquitous song "We all come from the Goddess" to praise men or male gods, I feel compelled to comment.

That rather tired song has been around for decades.  Likewise, the "Hoof and Horn" chant that usually follows it and the various "We all come from the Horned God/Sun God/etc" versions have been around just as long.  You can date some of them back to the earliest Pagan festivals in the 1980's.

Surely, three decades later, the fact that her song has been used and added to in this way cannot be news to her.  The fact that this pronouncement follows on the tails of Pantheacon's decision not to allow exclusive events as part of the main program is not lost on this Witch, and I don't need my tarot deck to see this clearly.

It is deeply sad that the remaining years of her legacy and life will be marked not by her work, but by her bitterness and hatred.  To even jest of issuing curses on those who have loved a song for nearly 40 years, who have sung it to their children, have found comfort in it's words, smacks of blasphemy

Personally, I'd rather we all drop the song.  I can think of no better way to deal with a cursed object than to turn it back on the person who made it.

But really, the only curse is Z herself.

Tuesday, April 3, 2012

More Grimoire Musings

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