Eating Your Totem
Okay. So my dear Bren may or may not have eaten his “Totem” for dinner last week. And I joked about it. A few people had panic attacks about this. So in my usual sweet but sarcastic way let me address this.
First of all, I am the kind of woman who has been known to start pillow fights in the middle of the afternoon in downtown Ottawa. I don’t take life all that seriously. I take my Witchcraft seriously, but not entirely seriously. If there was a rule that in order to be a Pagan and/or Witch you had to be serious all the time, about everything, and never crack a joke, I’d join the Discordians, or possibly the Pastafarians. I do love spaghetti.
So with that out of the way …
I just adore the endless debate over the proper definitions and uses of words. Especially words stolen from cultures we invaded then conquered and shoved onto reserves to eek out a life of poverty and hopelessness.
The whole Totem vs Familiar vs Power Animal vs Let’s Just Call Them Sprits debate is a personal favourite of mine.
Folks often use Totem for just about anything. From my… Continue reading
Owls and Crystals
Here is an excerpt from my journal, about one of my first trips across the Hedge (slightly edited and shortened):
I was trying to visualize an entry in the earth when, suddenly I am in a cave. It is a massive cave, made of grey and black rough rock; the floor is kind smooth though. The cave is roughly circular and has a very high roof.
On one wall of the cave, but not in the centre, kind of to the side, is the entrance. Through this I see green land and forest and mountainside, I know that is the way to the MiddleWorld.
Moving to the left hand wall from the entrance is a waterfall coming from the rock wall. It is clean, clear water that flows into a pool, out of the pool, crisscross the caves floor into a pool near the center of the cave and then out the entrance, into the world.
Opposite the entrance is a smaller opening, it is shaped like a vagina, with labia and everything, and this is another exit. The opening has darker rocks around it. Through the opening is a small cave with a hole in the floor, this too… Continue reading
To Fly By Night
Hoofprints in the Wildwood
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