Quick Update
The experiment was a success. The ritual took only about 2 hours, which is good for a first foray with a new ointment. It was defiantly easier to slip through the little door inside myself. Once there, my familiars were all like “Well, that worked. Good job. Now fuck off.”
I feel funny. Light headed. Pupils not dilated but seeing tracers. Very thirsty. Bad taste in my mouth. Lips are numb. I smell like a dead duck. Difficult to form proper words (ok, not that difficult).
Big bonus is having a friend to lovingly wash grease off your back for you. Tip: use dish soap.
Difficult to type coherently, yay for spell check. Fully expect my journey to continue in my sleep. Weird dreams tonight. Texting the cute boy right now is probably a bad idea. Doing it anyway.
Good night.
To Begin the Poison Path
When Grey (my roommate) expressed an interest in Hedgecrossing and entheogens, I happily agreed to assist her. This is because:
1) Grey is not an idiot
2) Grey is not interested in recreational drugs and getting high (that’s my job in our household)
3) Grey is not a newbie
4) Grey is doing it for all the right reasons
Grey is a Hearthwitch, so ointment was the way to go. Hearthwitches like making things on the stove. Since Grey is an experienced Witch with brains in her head, I acted more as a consultant in her quest to make ointment. I directed her to some books on my shelf and talked about the various possibilities for ingredients, rituals and such. Then I left her to her research.
For the whole of the winter she studied, took notes, asked questions and weighed her options. She considered her purpose, contemplated symbolism, meditated, talked it out with her spirits … you know, all the things you’re supposed to do before you take your first step on the poison path.
When All snakes Day (such as it is) rolled around, she purchased a duck and brought it home. Appropriate offerings… Continue reading
Defence Against the Dark Arts (When You are Locked Out of the Circle)
A young woman contacted me a while back asking for knowledge. Not some Craft secret or anything. What she wanted to know was why. WHY?
You see, she had spent the year or two (or more) being harassed by what we shall call a (demon) nasty asshole spirit. She hadn’t done anything in particular to attract such a beastie. She’s not sure when it found her, but she thinks it started with nightmares that kept her up at night and by the end of it, she was a mess. Depression, lack of sleep, couldn’t really eat. The joy of life being sucked out of her, strange obsessions and compulsions. The constant feeling of being watched.
It wasn’t a mental illness, it wasn’t a physical illness and she wasn’t playing games or looking for attention.
She searched high and low for help and found none. She lives in a large-ish city in the USA, a city with a thriving Pagan community. Yet, there was no help for her there. She went to bookshops and asked for help. She went to Meet & Greet Coffee Cauldron type events and found no help. She went to the local teaching coven… Continue reading
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