This Old Dream
This is the oldest and longest recurring dream of mine. It began very early in my childhood, possibly as young as 5 or 6 and continued on until my early twenties. Some times it was as frequent as once a week and sometimes I would go a year before it came back again. I have not had this dream for six-ish years now (my gods, has it been that long?). I still often have dreams of a similar nature, but this one has not returned for some time. I thought I might share it with you.
It begins in an unlikely place, a park with a lawn bowling area. I have never in my life lawn bowled. The park resembles Bear Creek Park in Surrey BC, though I do not recall a lawn bowling area there. The lawn bowling area resembles the one found at City Park in Kelowna BC; both parks are ones I am very familiar with since I was a small child. The dream starts with myself watching (mostly elderly dressed in white) people bowl on the lawn.
I find myself drawn to an area to the side of bowling area that is wilder. Scrubby… Continue reading
Chop Wood, Carry Water
It’s amazing how the mind (and the rest of ourselves) falls into routines and patterns and learns to prefer certain methods over others. I am truly a creature of habit.
The majority of my adult life has been spent living on acreages of one sort or another, having access to large tracks of land, privacy and all that comes with it. As such my most effective methods for inducing trance states, (and any or all altered states of consciousness) which would be the step towards Crossing or full on ecstatic work, are built around a rural life. Or at the very least, having a yard or garden.
I am a repetitive motion Witch. Raking leaves, shovelling manure or snow, washing the floor, chopping firewood, pulling weeds, and other similar tasks have been my main methods of entering into trance states for much of my time as a Witch. I can quite easily gradually slip deeper and deeper into an altered state as I dig rocks out of the earth with my hoe until the task is completed and then leaving my tool in the shed, wander off to a pre-prepared ritual spot waiting for my arrival.
This style of trancing… Continue reading
Are You Scared Yet?
I was wandering around the bloggo-sphere the other day when I came across a blog by someone discussing their frustration with ritual (I honestly forget which blog it was which is too bad or I’d be replying to them!).
They just haven’t gotten “it” … they aren’t feeling “it”. “It” is out of their grasp. They aren’t sure anything is happening. You know what I mean, I don’t have to articulate it anymore than that.
The blogger in question spoke of feeling like they should fake it until they made it, just keep plugging away and going through the motions on the hope that they will have a break through.
On account of my suffering from a mild fever all I have in response mostly comes in the form of questions and ranting. (Read: I am slightly out of my mind right now)
First of all I am no longer a big fan of the fake until you make it system. I worry that by doing so we are training our selves to play pretend. Brains especially like routine, not just in actions but in thought and feeling, so I wonder at the possibility of training the brain to fake… Continue reading
To Fly By Night
Hoofprints in the Wildwood
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