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Devotional free verse
He is everywhere
In the flights of crows do I find him, and in the braying of beasts beyond the streetlights
He walks in the stormwinds and the thunderheads that blow salt air in from the sea. His music is the creaking and groaning of the trees in the wind.
His voice is the burbling, gibbering speech from deep in the swamp at night, carried on the night wind. He is the tap on the window, the figure behind the trees, the shadow on the edge of sight.
And I find him in a lover’s kiss. In a lover’s embrace, in clothes tearing away, bodies entangling, the fires of passion, the sharp snap of leather, pleasure and pain, he is there.
In my blood I find him; when blood rises hot in my breast and I ween passion and fury, inspiration, be inspiration an uncapped pen and a new notebook or be it a clenched fist, an unsheathead knife, he is there, and his hand is my hand.
Or when that blood turns cold and all is dark, sorrow without end, grief without hope, he is there, and he ever listens as we keen into the void.
Mad God, Old God, the Grey, the Hanged, the Terrible; Allfather, Warfather, lord of change, lord of war, lord of song
Of old was an age when first he walked
And he is walking still
I haven't posted here in like, months. My spiritual life has been in a bit of a slump lately. I tried to do a tarot reading today and it got really weird and didn't feel right and I just felt like I fucked it up the whole time. So I put it away and took out another deck and just pulled one card, instead of a whole spread, and that was not any more helpful at all. I feel like my inner eye is squeezed shut and I can't fucking see anything.
Maybe I've been doing this on purpose for a while and I should just be working on opening my eye up before I bother trying to use it 🙄. This makes me feel shitty in so many ways...
“When you dream of a wild animal, you are touching the part of yourself that can never be domesticated. The animal heart lives according to an ancient set of laws. She doesn’t care about politics and politeness and never takes more than she should. She reminds you of your nobility, your physical magnificence, and the unselfconscious power of instinct. The animal heart sees clearly what the intellect cannot because it follows the innate knowing of the earth itself. The animal heart lives behind logic, below reason, underneath the armour of objectivity. She has lived longer than any of us can remember because it was from her belly that we were born. Half-sighted as we are, we forget and deny her, building our platforms on what we think is her grave. But she is far from dead. She stays hidden not because she is timid, but because she is wise. And if she comes out to greet you, know that you are trustworthy of her approach. The animals in our dreams are the keepers of our feeling life. More than just affect, feeling is the total capacity of the human organism to experience the world. The more we feel, the more sensitively we engage with the world around us. If we are overriding our instincts, our dream animals might appear wounded, starved, or neglected. Like a dog or cat we’ve forgotten to feed, consider that a part of us is craving the same nurturing intimacy that we feel in relationship with our familiar. This is to show us how to have compassion and reverence for our animal body and heart”
— Toko-pa Turner, Belonging: Remembering Ourselves Home (belongingbook.com)
Old art, one of my favourite personal pieces
Your illustrations are amazing! If you're not too backed up with requests, I was hoping you could find time to whip up a terra-cotta Yggdrasil? Either way, I'm looking forward to seeing more of your art!
Thank you so much for your kind words!
This belonged to one of my parents for years and years and I have no idea why I now have it, but I found it in my things and I'm using it for witchcraft.
Look at him! All my life I never knew how precious this guy was!
A nice thing about living in a bus is I can just open all my windows and drive down the road a while to really cleanse everything.
The energy in here is always fantastic after that!
“People have a hard time letting go of their suffering. Out of a fear of the unknown, they prefer suffering that is familiar.”
Thich Nhat Hanh
Last October I wrote letters to a couple of my dead loved ones and then burned them and let the ashes go in the park under a tree.
This year I feel different. I don't feel like they need to hear from me, but I feel like the memories of some people need to die now. Insecurities that bullies and abusers left me with need to die too. I feel like I'm about to sweep the floor of my brain, but I'm a little worried about what I'll find, like, in corners and under the bed and such? I wanna clean up in there without accidentally making a bigger mess.
A genuine 1929 example of the J.Augustus Knapp
I drew a pendulum board for Odin last night and expressed that I wanted to decorate it, but didn't know how I wanted to. Roy jokingly said he'd do it, so I passed it over to him. When he said he was just kidding, I insisted anyways.
He drew a man hanging. I had to explain to him why that blew my mind because he doesn't know shit about Norse mythology.
Third Party Reading Protection. Yesterday something extremely unsettling happened to me which is the basis for this post. Being someone who was in a very abusive relationship, privacy and protection are of the utmost importance to me. Yesterday, I ran into my abusive ex-partner at the local Trader Joe’s. They smiled smugly and said that they were doing readings to check up on me and what a surprise it was to find me there. My ex is a fellow Tarot reader who used spiritual scare tactics and Tarot readings to control me in our relationship. I felt sick and quickly left the store. I went to go visit my parents crying, feeling so scared and violated. My mother created a protection charm to shield me and block third-party readings done without my consent even if the information that is being uncovered or asked about is public knowledge. I begged her to share what she did for me with all of you, but she refused at first. I began to explain that there are so many people like me online who are dealing with something similar, in which she obliged and left out a few things in the original charm, in which I will explain below. I believe everyone should have a right to their privacy, especially in readings. While I understand that not everyone feels this way about third party readings, and even I have my exceptions, I still feel strongly that when it concerns a case of someone protecting themselves from a volatile situation or person,their personal information should not be accessible without prior consent or be violated by a third party reading.
Items Needed:
A small vial - To contain the charm.
Candle Wax - To seal the vial.
Faux tag lock - A string that matches your hair color to create a fake link/representation of yourself.
Cascarilla (powdered eggshell) - To create a barrier of protection.
Coffee Grounds - To ground the protection to the physical world.
Cotton - To cloud the truth.
Broken Glass - To deflect intruding energies from third-party readings.
Seven Small Pins - To safeguard your own energies.
Black Salt - To ward off a physical and spiritual assault.
Brown Mustard Seeds - To create confusion and false truths in readings done without your consent.
Last Four Items - It is believed in my mother’s practices to never share a complete recipe of proactive protection, for doing so could give someone the ability to disarm it. Put four items of your choosing that relate to boundaries, protection, personal power, and warding.
Post Notes: Please do not remove the captions. Title: Third Party Reading Protection Copyright: © Ivan Ambrose 2017 Disclaimer: I am not a witch. My mother also does not identify as a witch. This post is comprised of folk traditional practices and methods she has been taught by our family and elders. Please make sure the ingredients provided in this post are safe for you to use. Please be mindful of fire safety and hot wax when sealing your vial. You are free to substitute anything and everything if needed. I will not provided substitutions or further explanation of this charm. As with all of my posts and content, this post in no way, shape, or form is intended to tell you how you must go about this topic. The intention of this post is to share my experiences. This isn’t the only way, the absolute right way or the way that you “should” approach this topic. I encourage you to use what you find useful and tweak or dismiss what you do not find useful. I am sure there are various other people in the world who choose to do things differently regarding this topic and that is perfectly okay. I can only speak from personal experience and what has worked for me. I encourage you to do your own research, to do what you are comfortable with and to tailor any advice provided henceforth to your specific needs and individual situation. Safe Space Tags: Long Post, Abuse, Spiritual Abuse Navigation: Table Of Contents | FAQ | Contact
“What if we read the story of Adam and Eve with different eyes? What if we stop reading it through the lens of popular assumption and allow it to speak in a different way? What if it isn’t an account of punishment for one monumental mistake, but a fable-like wisdom story about humans graduating, evolving from the relatively uncomplicated existence of animal innocence to the messy experience of moral responsibility? What if Adam and Eve didn’t fall? What if they were pushed? What if the voice of God in the story is a poignant warning about what lies ahead for a more highly evolved species than a straight-faced prohibition? What, in short, if we read the story with irony instead of literalism, with a grin rather a grimace, as wisdom instead of dogma?Hard work, sexual intimacy, parenthood, a sense of mortality, the knowledge of good and evil - these are the sort of things that make humans different to other creatures in a positive way. They present challenges and demands, and bring anxieties, but they are also the ultimate source of imagination, creativity, rewarding struggle and achievement. In order for humans to be human, the fruit had to be eaten…Thus the story of Eden is not about paradise lost, but about paradise outgrown.”
— Dave Tomlinson, The Bad Christian’s Manifesto: Reinventing God
I'm really ready for it to snow so I can start working with Skadi. In like march she told me she wants to work with me, but not until winter time and I've just been waiting for winter since then.
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This is the sun card, I stg