☀️ACAB/BLM/Queer/Neurodivergent☀️ An archive for communications with my personal pantheon, Irish deities, ghosts, past life memories, spirits, and whatever else is passing through my general area that day. Topics will include: art, foraging, forests, writing, music, dancing, Irish lore, Other Crowd, birds, dogs, cooking, and much much more! Everything is fair game for reblogging unless specifically marked otherwise, but please don’t label any of my original art that’s specifically tagged as one of my companions as your own characters/companions!
Why hello there! I'm Ceci, but you can call me Echo or Billie or Corr or anything that speaks to you really! My pronouns are she/her/hers or they/them/theirs, and I'm an Irish-American witch who's been practicing to various degrees since I was a tiny child! My parents and extended family raised me on folklore and fairy tales, and while I wasn't raised by pagans I sure did become one pretty quickly!
I started working with An Mórrígan sometime in 2010/2011, and I haven't really ever felt the need to look elsewhere! I occasionally work with Brigid and am getting ready to start my studies on An Dagda and Cailleach in the near future! Still, most likely you'll only hear me talking about Herself as she and I have gotten pretty used to each other.
Learning and understanding lore is something that is very important to me, anything I mark as a UPG is NOT intended to be thought of as truth for all. I also make rather a point of not discussing my relationship with Herself with people, as in my philosophy most people's experiences will be rather different and you should develop your own relationship and not try to model it off of mine. I ask that you do not try to talk about your own personal relationship with Herself with me, but I am ALWAYS happy to talk lore or just general experiences and practice!
Some of my devotional practices include not lying and always (kindly) correcting misinformation whenever I can! Just a heads up, if we start chatting and you claim something Irish as "Celtic" or say a UPG that's been mass produced (i.e. the idea that An Mórrígan is a sex goddess) I am gonna correct you! I'll even provide sources if you like! Please do not interact with me or my blog if you're not ready to be challenged on appropriated beliefs. I mean any and all corrections only with the greatest love and care.
I am also becoming educated/practiced in journeying/astral travel, I practice kitchen witchery and herbalism, and I'm getting into foraging via my companion Duir who is teaching me!
Essentially I am a draoí in training (via the Irish Pagan School which you should check out) with leagues to go! Come study with me!
Now, moving on, I work with several spirits. Two of which (Addison and Amara) are pseudo-headmates, though we've balanced out a lot in recent days and I currently think of them as something more akin to what most in the pagan community call "spirits"! You'll see me post quite regularly about the two of them, and also will likely hear a good deal about my three main spirit companions Duir (a puca-adjacent creature who I have known a long long time but only recently reconnected with), Roxie (a juvenile raccoon), and Orias (a kind of reaper from another world, related to Addison and Amara).
Orias, Addison, and Amara are all part of what I will tag as my personal pantheon! They (in addition to several others) come from a very different place with very different practices! I learn from them and they learn from me, it's a great time! If you're ever curious about them PLEASE don't hesitate to ask! I love talking about them and having more info in the tags will likely help anyone else trying to figure out who the fuck The Magdalene is!
All my companions' posts are tagged with their names, so it won't be too hard to find out more on them as I get more posted, but in the meantime I'll consider this their brief little introduction.
My asks are always open! Feel free to drop in any time to ask me or my companions a question, or request an ogham reading! I also make ogham sets from sustainably sourced (read: I cut it myself from my own forest property, typically from dead,invasive, or diseased trees) and they can be commissioned from me via ask as well.
Amara will occasionally be up for offering readings! If you would like a reading from The Magdalene be prepared to send us a piece of music which represents either yourself or the issue at hand for her. Ask your questions with honesty and vulnerability and she will be as helpful as she can.
This should go without saying but: any of my companions who are unrecorded entities should be considered off limits. Me sharing them is not an invitation to involve yourself in their stories. That's not what I'm here for, if you want a matchmaker find a matchmaker. If you do feel called to by any of my companions just reach out! I'd love to talk that through with you.
Xero is fully off limits. He has specifically requested not to be shared and is not interested in any other earthly connections at this time. He's had some bad experiences since we met each other.
In addition to all that I'm a mentally ill queer NB woman with an open door policy and a lot of love in me. I hope to find some more community here as well as a place to express myself!
It's been a looooong time since I did anything on tumblr! I look forward to getting to know you!
dump his ass. move to a walkable city. start hormones. get into fiber crafts. dye your hair weird. grow an herb garden. foster a distrustful cat. take a welding class. invite your friends over for tea and cake. get way too into obscure media. explore a new cuisine. lie to the police. protest in the streets. life has so many possibilities don't it?
make out with a frenemy. buy noise cancelling headphones. wear office inappropriate attire. quit a toxic workplace. improve your apartment. start a dog walking sidegig. get on first name basis with your local librarians. bully politicians at town hall meetings. get an unexpected piercing. cultivate farmer's market connections. trade recipes with a gossipy old neighbor. unionize your apartment complex. move to the countryside. let a friend take you larping. keep a sword on your mantleplace
get a tattoo on your 40th birthday. be tempted to buy a loom. do a charity drag show. sue your landlord. buy a really nice kitchen appliance. volunteer at an anarchist soup kitchen. rediscover a tv show you watched when you were 8. spam your state senators. shop at asian grocery stores. do cosplay. buy trans flags in bulk and mount them along the highway. go viral for unexpected reasons. move in with your best friend. make lemoncello with leftover lemon rinds. run for school board membership. explore pegging.
The ancient world was full of textile masterpieces we can only imagine… but most of them have rotted away. So few of them have come down to us in these days that we think of metal and stone as the primary mediums for the oldest artworks. But there were tapestries and fabric work that would have rivaled the finest wrought gold and iron and the first cave paintings.
This is a incredibly rare find. A ball of yarn made from stinging nettle fibers in the Late Neolithic (5900 years old) in what’s now Marin-Epagnier in Switzerland. The thread has been preserved by being carbonized.
Look at how much thread that is!
And how fine and even it is spun!
The skill going into this is absolutely incredible.
Imagine the incredible textile work that must’ve been made with that.
For a reference here’s a ball of nettle yarn I managed to make with a drop spindle. That took me 300 hours of work.
I'm going to be teaching a class on Decolonized Ogham Divination at 8 PM on Friday 7/31 at Malliway Bros. Spells, Charms, & Potions in Chicago!
Lughnasadh Eve! Join me!
It's going to be $30 per person, we'll go over some history, letter meanings, and how to interpret and combine interpretations. We'll also make our own ogham sets.
The address is 1407 W Morse Ave, Chicago, IL 60626
It’s vitally important that people remember that no matter how many followers someone has on here they’re still literally just some person with a blog and not, like, The Authority on anything.
girl who sat next to me at the coffee shop had that Tortured By Computer Work look in her eye so i turned to her and was like Are u doing research? and it turns out she (white) just started working as an indigenous liaison for an ecological wellness surveying company (hired bc she worked with the local nation for a year) so i was like OMG can i share resources with you. and whipped out my 1 million notes and academic papers on ethical Indigenous-settler relations/research and Indigenous perspectives on ecological restoration. she was like omg are u sure this is basically a whole course for free and i wanted to tear my shirt off liek YES!!!! I WANT TO PROMOTE LOW BARRIER EDUCATION TO ADVANCE DECOLONIZATION AND RECONCILIATION!!!!!!!!!!! STEP IN2 MY GOOGLE DOC !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
here's a googoodrive folder containing learnings on Experiential Learning in Ecological Restoration annnddd Research Practice in Indigenous Contexts. each course folder contains a "![Course number] Notes" document as well as PDFs of all the text-based readings that the notes draw from :-)
i plan 2 make accessible the learnings from my other classes too but i think ill only have time to do all that anonymizing & reformatting once i graduate in a few months lol
I have more active and invested friendships than I’ve ever had in my life, but that doesn’t feel meaningful because I’ve lost the ability to communicate. My work is slowly driving the soul from my body, my hobbies do not enthuse me, and everything I’m doing is just treading water.
Nothing is fun or exciting. Successes are meaningless. Blah blah. Symptoms of clinical depression. I could probably handle that if it weren’t for the rapid cycle panic attacks and fatigue along with everything else. And the fucking nausea.
It feels like a cruel prank that whatever trying to get pregnant is doing to my poor body it causes morning sickness. Maybe I should take that and the state of the national economy as a sign to just not
I’m just so sure it’s not going to happen, which I know means it won’t. Fertility specialist in June on one of my lucky days so I’m just keeping going but my god.
Being fully off antidepressants and off birth control? Sucks.
All of this sucks.
And my brain is just so convinced we’re still waiting on the one friend I’ll probably never speak to again. That if she and I could just talk things out it would be alright. It’s been three fucking years, another year and it’ll have been as long as the friendship. Even if she did want to talk I’m not ever going to be able to stop being angry about what she did. Or fucking I don’t know maybe I would be.
I wish missing and hating her didn’t impact literally every aspect of my life.
Bealtaine (not Beltane) is pronounced ‘Beeowl-tinna’. It does not originate the neopagan wheel of the year. It is one of the four Irish fire festivals.
If you’re celebrating it this year, regardless of your tradition, please take some time to research the roots of this holiday. Do your part to help reverse some of the damage done by the neopagan appropriation of this holiday by learning and incorporating some authentic Irish tradition into your celebrations.
Good luck with decolonizing your practice!
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