To Be Alone and Useless
One of the biggest parts of my Path and practice has been that of a solitary. By that I don’t mean not being a member of a coven. I mean isolation and loneliness. Feeling cut off or different from everyone else. Not having someone with shared and similar experiences to talk to, let alone practice with.
I do have a few friends here in Ottawa (and other places) who have done some Hedgecrossing. But they have only begun to walk those roads, or have crossed only a handful of times. I have yet to meet another spirit worker, ancestor worshipper, Hedgewalker … like me. I know that they are out there. I see them on documentaries about shamans, I read their books, I read their blogs, and I listen to their podcasts. But face to face conversation, no.
Certainly I’ve met plenty of people who seem to think they know what they are doing. Or who do Hedgecrossing and spirit work. But their Path is still very different. No Tricksters, no dealing with the Dead. Their version of the Stag God is one of grapes and fun and sex. Not raw rutting danger, running blood and rotting flesh.… Continue reading
Random things that have been on my mind
I need to work with my casting collection more. I require clients. I have been considering offering to do a few castings at the Wild Geek Hang. I’ve never done long distance castings before, that should be interesting.
I have also been looking for an additional piece, something to represent kids, children, childhood, the inner child etc … maybe a brightly colored bead?
I am also interested in trying casting into a wooden bowl and reading from the top down. But since I have a new cloth I am still working with, this will have to wait.
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There are creeps and then there are creeps.
There are men who aren’t skilled socially, the kind of guys you have to draw firm and obvious boundaries with. Sometimes you gotta say “no” loud and clear. Usually they don’t mean harm, they are just either clueless or the kind of guys who push their luck.
I understand *intellectually* that many women find men who are “social retards” to be creepy. But honestly, I don’t get it. Is it that they can’t defend their own boundaries; can they not say “no”? Do they not know how to shield? Do they… Continue reading
The Hollow Bone is an Asshole
I honestly once had someone tell me quote “I don’t create drama, I serve.” in response to my calling her out for bully and drama creating behaviour.
As if being a servant of her god gives her the right to bully, troll, humiliate and create drama. Which god is going to exempt you from being a decent human being? Does she serve the god of assholes? I really doubt her god was commanding her to troll Facebook.
Just because you are god owned (or a hollow bone or a godslave or whatever you wish to call it) does not mean that everything you do is in their service. Nor does it mean you get a free pass on your words and behaviour.
I don’t justify myself by claiming god slave status.
If I mess up and be a bitch and get called on it, I own it, either by apologizing or being a bigger bitch, depending on the situation. But I don’t lay the blame at the feet of Cernunnos. He’d tear my friggin’ head off for that shit.
Of the gods that I have encountered personally, I cannot think of one who would tolerate their servant being an asshat… Continue reading
Parlez Vous Français? (Part One)
(I’ll stop posting about politics and social studies soon … for a while anyways. This blog reflects the things on my mind and I guess that is what is on my mind. Also, please don’t kill me.)
It’s a funny thing, being a country this big, the second largest in the world land-wise. Being this big means that sometimes the west coast doesn’t know what the east coast is up to and the south almost forgets there’s more to the north than ice, snow and oil.
There is a Canuck tradition to do the Great Canadian Road Trip at least once in your life, traveling from one end of this gigantic country to the other. A trip that can last two weeks or two months depending on how much of a hurry you are in and which route you take. Even still, there’s only so much culture you can soak up staying in Moose Jaw … or Medicine Hat, or Thunder Bay … for a day or two before moving on. It takes a while to get to know a place and its people.
It’s a big country, a young country, still being colonized you might say.… Continue reading
To Fly By Night
Hoofprints in the Wildwood
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