I have been busy.
I have also been asked to do some work protecting some folks from some rather unpleasant folk to that end I made this.
You know I think I will make one of the thorn rings for myself when I have time.
Monday, 6 January 2014
Sorry for the Silence.
I have been busy.
This painting is being auctioned off to help the medical cost for my dear friends daughter.
I have also been asked to do some work protecting some folks from some rather unpleasant folk to that end I made this.
It has been brought to my attention that some...person is going through this blog and ripping me off wholesale and passing the ideas of as their own.While that is sad, I do not find it particularly vexing. You may be able to copy my talk but you can not walk my walk. I always find it puzzling when folks do this to me. Not because I think my ideas are so great, but because they value their own experiences so little. Any the who, busy, busy busy. Going to do a big ritual tonight and stay over. I will get round to taking down my decorations at some point....
You know I think I will make one of the thorn rings for myself when I have time.
I have been busy.
I have also been asked to do some work protecting some folks from some rather unpleasant folk to that end I made this.
You know I think I will make one of the thorn rings for myself when I have time.
Tuesday, 31 December 2013
Twisted Statistics
https://plus.google.com/u/0/communities/113621697602518150080
There are problems with statistics like these that it may be showing a trend that unrelated to the variable being tested. Often food studies do this. People who tend to eat more than X are healthier than those who do not. The problem is that those who eat X are often living very different lifestyles than those who do not. Poverty, healthcare access, jobs that expose people to different toxic environments are variables that are not mentioned or tested. Assessments into autism vary because in other cultures due to misdiagnose, or the lack of desire to diagnose at all children who are different are not subjected to medical intervention. Most often other disabilities (such as learning difficulties/deafness/anxiety disorders) are diagnosed. When comparing vastly different cultures.
In America a child is likely to go to kindergarden at 3 years old. If he is different from his peers in anyway it is noted and sent for tests (often children may be in childcare WAY before 3 years) medical testing is recommend. The parameters for "normal" in this setting are vastly different than those say in Cuba. Children go to school later and tend to be part of large families, with many family members looking after children. Only children vastly different from siblings would be worthy of note and then tested. This would reduce people seeking tests for autism.
My husband is on the spectrum and it is our belief it is genetic. His mother was "deaf" except her inability to deal with people, basic social situations and vivid temper, in our conclusion put her squarely on the spectrum.
While extremes on the spectrum can make life very difficult for parents, their wiring is a blessing as well as a curse. I think in years to come we will look back at Newton and see someone with aspergers, the same way dyslexics do with Einstein.
https://plus.google.com/u/0/communities/113621697602518150080
There are problems with statistics like these that it may be showing a trend that unrelated to the variable being tested. Often food studies do this. People who tend to eat more than X are healthier than those who do not. The problem is that those who eat X are often living very different lifestyles than those who do not. Poverty, healthcare access, jobs that expose people to different toxic environments are variables that are not mentioned or tested. Assessments into autism vary because in other cultures due to misdiagnose, or the lack of desire to diagnose at all children who are different are not subjected to medical intervention. Most often other disabilities (such as learning difficulties/deafness/anxiety disorders) are diagnosed. When comparing vastly different cultures.
In America a child is likely to go to kindergarden at 3 years old. If he is different from his peers in anyway it is noted and sent for tests (often children may be in childcare WAY before 3 years) medical testing is recommend. The parameters for "normal" in this setting are vastly different than those say in Cuba. Children go to school later and tend to be part of large families, with many family members looking after children. Only children vastly different from siblings would be worthy of note and then tested. This would reduce people seeking tests for autism.
My husband is on the spectrum and it is our belief it is genetic. His mother was "deaf" except her inability to deal with people, basic social situations and vivid temper, in our conclusion put her squarely on the spectrum.
While extremes on the spectrum can make life very difficult for parents, their wiring is a blessing as well as a curse. I think in years to come we will look back at Newton and see someone with aspergers, the same way dyslexics do with Einstein.
Monday, 30 December 2013
What is "Wiccan"?
What is "Wiccan"?
I always find the concept of "core laws", concepts, rules and commandments abhorrent, especially when it come to what is and is not Wiccan. What is and is not magick. While the search to define and understand is laudable, it often seems to miss the point. While a tree is subject to the laws of the universe, like gravity and entropy, giving it a long list of what you think it should or should not be, does not change the tree.You can cut it, even chop it down, but it will persist in being as it knows it's self to be.
Wiccan "commandments" were set down a long time ago in The Charge of the Goddess. It doesn't need simplifying or making into commandments.(Granted I dislike pseudo Shakespearean text that is sometimes used and a I have a version with such, ye, thee, thoust, removed but the core meaning in modern English persists).
Writing "new rules" to make it more comfortable for yourself or someone else, or to make it more palatable for "marketing" again misses the point. These new yardsticks to measure and contain something that can not be measured or contain are at best a joke, at worst very damaging. You can not measure "goodness" or faith. You can not measure how magickal someone is. There is no standardized test.The young, and the inexperienced want and are used to tests like this. Yet the world in which magick dwells is and should be beyond defining. It is in that place between, where poets and seers dwell. It is in kind hands. It is in comfort and mercy. It is love. In the words of The Charge
"My law is love unto all things."
No clauses.No get of jail. That doesn't mean it is "weak" or "fluffy", tough love is exactly that.
The more you try and standardize Wicca, the more boxes you want it to be in the less you understand and respect it's true nature. This isn't a Disney version of love, some movie version were everything is peaches and roses. It is in hardwork. It is is long sighs. It is in mud, and shit and puke and it is real. It is in a thousand tiny and marvellous things, in ways that change the world for the better. It is the kindness of strangers, in manners, and respect. It is the compost pile, and the dishes. In how you speak to your children. How you speak to your friends, and how you treat those who wish to harm you.
I do not believe I can know all there is to know. Nor would I ever imagine that I had the right to tell people what and how their faith should be measured. What should or should not be "in the box". I find it disturbing and frightening that there are those who want to try.
I never, ever tell people people what to believe. I show them how I do it. It show them how and why, what and where, yet it I have never told someone what to believe. That is theirs and it is sacred.
In that vein, my faith, my belief is sacred, please use your stick else where, or put it down and climb a tree.
I always find the concept of "core laws", concepts, rules and commandments abhorrent, especially when it come to what is and is not Wiccan. What is and is not magick. While the search to define and understand is laudable, it often seems to miss the point. While a tree is subject to the laws of the universe, like gravity and entropy, giving it a long list of what you think it should or should not be, does not change the tree.You can cut it, even chop it down, but it will persist in being as it knows it's self to be.
Wiccan "commandments" were set down a long time ago in The Charge of the Goddess. It doesn't need simplifying or making into commandments.(Granted I dislike pseudo Shakespearean text that is sometimes used and a I have a version with such, ye, thee, thoust, removed but the core meaning in modern English persists).
Writing "new rules" to make it more comfortable for yourself or someone else, or to make it more palatable for "marketing" again misses the point. These new yardsticks to measure and contain something that can not be measured or contain are at best a joke, at worst very damaging. You can not measure "goodness" or faith. You can not measure how magickal someone is. There is no standardized test.The young, and the inexperienced want and are used to tests like this. Yet the world in which magick dwells is and should be beyond defining. It is in that place between, where poets and seers dwell. It is in kind hands. It is in comfort and mercy. It is love. In the words of The Charge
"My law is love unto all things."
No clauses.No get of jail. That doesn't mean it is "weak" or "fluffy", tough love is exactly that.
The more you try and standardize Wicca, the more boxes you want it to be in the less you understand and respect it's true nature. This isn't a Disney version of love, some movie version were everything is peaches and roses. It is in hardwork. It is is long sighs. It is in mud, and shit and puke and it is real. It is in a thousand tiny and marvellous things, in ways that change the world for the better. It is the kindness of strangers, in manners, and respect. It is the compost pile, and the dishes. In how you speak to your children. How you speak to your friends, and how you treat those who wish to harm you.
I do not believe I can know all there is to know. Nor would I ever imagine that I had the right to tell people what and how their faith should be measured. What should or should not be "in the box". I find it disturbing and frightening that there are those who want to try.
I never, ever tell people people what to believe. I show them how I do it. It show them how and why, what and where, yet it I have never told someone what to believe. That is theirs and it is sacred.
Saturday, 28 December 2013
Holy Days
So I have had some time off blogging. In fact it is fair to say that I have spent a goodly amount of time celebrating, feasting, making and giving gifts and sleeping. Quite a lot of sleeping.
On the Friday, Yule-eve, we had some lovely pagan friends of our pop over for mince pies, coffee and mulled wine. We had lovely chutneys (she makes them so well) and lots of other goodies. We promised we would all get together soon to celebrate our birthdays as P and M have birthdays like TK and myself in January. It had been a tough week and an pretty tough day too; so it was a wonderful relief to feel relaxed and happy.
We had gotten the tree all sorted the day before and smells so good.
The day it's self mini witch got up late, and we had a lovely brunch. TK had to brave town to pick the duck and some other bits and pieces. Slowly we cooked and prepared for the feast. In the UK went tend to try and make the Christmas meal happen at lunch time and we had tried that before. My dear American friend taught me the error of my ways and we have big feast as evening meals which makes them MUCH more relaxed and chilled out.
We sat down to our feast.
It was a lot of food. None of it went to waste. It went for 4 and a half meals. The next day the duck and Stilton sandwiches with the bacon wrapped chestnut and mushroom stuff was particularly good.
2013 has been a great year for me. Car crash aside my health has been getting better and better (not that physiotherapy was good experience for me but it's only pain right?) My family and I have reconnected. I wrote a book and publishers are calling me. All good things coming.
I have a lot of love and gratitude for so many people this year. I have a lot of things I still want to do. A lot of things I want to learn and teach. Paintings to paint. Books to write. Places to visit. People to heal and tend to and maybe just maybe some asses to kick. I have a lot of joy and laughter coming, a lot of fun too. Some of it might be hard work, which I am prepared for, but the rest will be like breathing.
So I have had some time off blogging. In fact it is fair to say that I have spent a goodly amount of time celebrating, feasting, making and giving gifts and sleeping. Quite a lot of sleeping.
On the Friday, Yule-eve, we had some lovely pagan friends of our pop over for mince pies, coffee and mulled wine. We had lovely chutneys (she makes them so well) and lots of other goodies. We promised we would all get together soon to celebrate our birthdays as P and M have birthdays like TK and myself in January. It had been a tough week and an pretty tough day too; so it was a wonderful relief to feel relaxed and happy.
We had gotten the tree all sorted the day before and smells so good.
The day it's self mini witch got up late, and we had a lovely brunch. TK had to brave town to pick the duck and some other bits and pieces. Slowly we cooked and prepared for the feast. In the UK went tend to try and make the Christmas meal happen at lunch time and we had tried that before. My dear American friend taught me the error of my ways and we have big feast as evening meals which makes them MUCH more relaxed and chilled out.
We sat down to our feast.
It was a lot of food. None of it went to waste. It went for 4 and a half meals. The next day the duck and Stilton sandwiches with the bacon wrapped chestnut and mushroom stuff was particularly good.
2013 has been a great year for me. Car crash aside my health has been getting better and better (not that physiotherapy was good experience for me but it's only pain right?) My family and I have reconnected. I wrote a book and publishers are calling me. All good things coming.
I have a lot of love and gratitude for so many people this year. I have a lot of things I still want to do. A lot of things I want to learn and teach. Paintings to paint. Books to write. Places to visit. People to heal and tend to and maybe just maybe some asses to kick. I have a lot of joy and laughter coming, a lot of fun too. Some of it might be hard work, which I am prepared for, but the rest will be like breathing.
Tuesday, 17 December 2013
Spell work
Lots of spell work underway as well as the Great Mother healing altar which is taking up most of the big table today. Should really be doing real world presents and so on but I am happy splashing about in the magick waters today.
I had physio yesterday. It hurt. Like really hurt. I am rather tender and bruised today.
The rose thorns are part of my standard protection wards and they fell down this morning so I unwrapped them and burnt the last binding (it burned for ages on the outside of my window sill). I then rebound them with three different charms. I sealed it with crayon wax and used TK pentagram ring to seal it tightly.
Then I added the hanging (so it sits in my front window) of white satin ribbon enchanting it with a Goddess blessing.
I like the sealing so much I experimented on the spell candle someone asked me to do today after I dressed it in oils.
When I find the motivation I will clean and cleanse so I can work "proper" later.
Lots of spell work underway as well as the Great Mother healing altar which is taking up most of the big table today. Should really be doing real world presents and so on but I am happy splashing about in the magick waters today.
I had physio yesterday. It hurt. Like really hurt. I am rather tender and bruised today.
Then I added the hanging (so it sits in my front window) of white satin ribbon enchanting it with a Goddess blessing.
I like the sealing so much I experimented on the spell candle someone asked me to do today after I dressed it in oils.
When I find the motivation I will clean and cleanse so I can work "proper" later.
Thursday, 12 December 2013
Healing Rites
Gramar nazi's and spelling police, no comments because I am tired, dyslexic and on the computer with no spell checker.
So. As you may or may not know my spiritual evil twin (she claims I am her evil twin) is looking at the prospect of losing a child. Shai's beautiful daughter was in a car collision on the 9th of December (the anversary of my own daughters death.)
I spent yesterday shopping and preparing herbs, oils and a drop of my blood in my cauldron simmering away.
I bought more candles and some herbs for incense. I got mini witch to clean and tidy the space and after a ritual bath and put on my robes I prepared the incense. It had many things in it, ground applewood, lavender, heartease and so on. I carved the main spell/prayer candle and painted it with the reduction of herbs and such I had simmered a few hours before.
After dinner (vegie stew) we set up the altar and TK unwapped our tools. Mini witch got changed and then so did TK.
I cast a circle, called the corners, and read the Charge of the Goddess. I got TK to read the Charge of the God.
We sang and clapped and drummed to power the circle. The we visualized stand around the hospital bed. We chanted and chanted. It was very intense and I know I could "see" Emily while we worked. When we were done I blessed the cup and we all had a sip.
I release and thanked everyone from the circle and TK wrapped the tools and my books and put them away. The rest of the healing altar is still there and the candle is still burning.
Today I have been cleaning and looking after Pops. It isn't late but I am really tired.
Gramar nazi's and spelling police, no comments because I am tired, dyslexic and on the computer with no spell checker.
So. As you may or may not know my spiritual evil twin (she claims I am her evil twin) is looking at the prospect of losing a child. Shai's beautiful daughter was in a car collision on the 9th of December (the anversary of my own daughters death.)
I spent yesterday shopping and preparing herbs, oils and a drop of my blood in my cauldron simmering away.
I bought more candles and some herbs for incense. I got mini witch to clean and tidy the space and after a ritual bath and put on my robes I prepared the incense. It had many things in it, ground applewood, lavender, heartease and so on. I carved the main spell/prayer candle and painted it with the reduction of herbs and such I had simmered a few hours before.
After dinner (vegie stew) we set up the altar and TK unwapped our tools. Mini witch got changed and then so did TK.
I cast a circle, called the corners, and read the Charge of the Goddess. I got TK to read the Charge of the God.
We sang and clapped and drummed to power the circle. The we visualized stand around the hospital bed. We chanted and chanted. It was very intense and I know I could "see" Emily while we worked. When we were done I blessed the cup and we all had a sip.
I release and thanked everyone from the circle and TK wrapped the tools and my books and put them away. The rest of the healing altar is still there and the candle is still burning.
Today I have been cleaning and looking after Pops. It isn't late but I am really tired.
Wednesday, 11 December 2013
Healing.
Listen
Oh Great Mother wrap your arms around Emily Rose Maria
Let your endless love comfort and support her.
Oh Great Mother may your Divine gentle Grace protect her.
May her head find healing release on your breast.
May she softly sleep, like a child in your warm love.
Then waken whole and healthy, bright and bold.
Oh Great Mother Emily Rose Maria hold.
Listen
Oh Great Mother wrap your arms around Emily Rose Maria
Let your endless love comfort and support her.
Oh Great Mother may your Divine gentle Grace protect her.
May her head find healing release on your breast.
May she softly sleep, like a child in your warm love.
Then waken whole and healthy, bright and bold.
Oh Great Mother Emily Rose Maria hold.
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