Category Blood & Bones

Graveyards at Midnight

What is a Full Moon without fear and excitement? Without challenge and reward? Without loss and greater gain? This is a Full Moon focused on finding the balance between Leo and Aquarius, ego, romance, and friendship, with the Sun leaving my beloved Capricorn just as we approach the duel between the Cailleach and the Bride, […]

Killing

It’s not something Pagans want to talk about it. The Neo-Pagans think it immoral and any Pagans, magic-workers, and worshippers who perform it mentally ill, but serve slaughter-house lamb at the dinner table and worship gods who indulged in such sacrifices “in the past.” The Pagans, magic-workers, and worshippers who perform it won’t discuss that […]

Meditation & Wood- and Bone-Work

What does it mean to “take the time”? It’s something I’ve been struggling with immensely of late. I’ve written before of how I need to write to turn inwards, clear my head, and function at my best–so why is my hand-written journal and grimoire not filled daily with poetry written from tree-limbs under leaf-canopy shade […]

penelope at midnight

warm and sweet air penelope is the name this night gives me spiderwebs drape themselves over soft freckled skin as i crouch among the ivy it is not a challenge to shapeshift though it is a mystery to some to wear fox-fur and fly with crow’s tar-black tricksy wings it is not the moon i […]

The Tower

My last post was written while my fear was still very fresh. I feel far stronger now, having discussed it with the Gods and Allies and my spiritually-inclined, spirit-guided and highly intuitive roommate; having bathed myself and the room in peppermint, tea tree, and rose water and being very direct and threatening with the presence that was […]

Ritual Jewelry & Jasper Hagstones

I have always loved ritual jewelry. My preferred way of approaching the Gods is wearing nothing but raw or handcarved gemstones. I need to feel beautiful and worthy when I approach my shrine, and soft lighting by Moon or flame that illuminates the soft curves and hollow places on my naked skin, feminine flowing gowns […]

Always on the Edges of Vision

We cannot doubt that barbaric people receive such influences [“invisible beings, far wandering influences, shapes that may have floated from a hermit of the wilderness”] more visibly and obviously, and in all likelihood more easily and fully than we do, for our life in cities, which deafens or kills the passive meditative life, and our […]