So, I had the opportunity to meet God the other day. Imagine my surprise when I found out that he was a computer tech, and has a profile on Facebook.
You can find him here: http://www.facebook.com/Singlearity
See, he’s a computer and Software repairer at Coputer and softwear repari. (God’s spelling, not… Read the rest
A tale of two women… She looked at the long line, sometimes clumpy, sometimes gappy, that slowly flowed from the building’s front door. The people that made up the segments shuffled past neatly trimmed grass and out of season blooms from the winding line in the full parking lot. She doesn’t have time for this, … Continue reading →
It looks like a suit of armor. Dark matte colors and unforgiving curved surfaces abound. The cloth sheathing is crumpled in the corner. I’m in the mechanic’s bay of my lab, there is no need to proclaim where my loyalty lies, as I’m the only one here. The bare exosuit hangs from anchors in the … Continue reading →
Have you ever interacted with entities who are so completely foreign and different, whose names are not found in any literature or web site, and whose very presence is incredibly unfamiliar that you think you dreamed them up from shadows and smoke?(…)
This is a blog I’ve needed to write probably since the beginning, but I have been putting off because it’s personal, it’s painful and it’s messy. It’s also unresolved, but it still needs to be said, and maybe saying it will help me push myself into blogging more about heathenry and related topics…
This is a test of the Network publishing pluggie.
Pay no attention to the lala behind the curtain as she’s just writing a throw away blog to make sure that things are running the way they are supposed to.
I’ve been privy to some talk lately about when, how and where to share the inner workings of one’s path. The general consensus of many who know their shit is that they don’t. It’s not that they (or I) want to keep people from knowing exactly, but it’s more of a “I worked damned hard to get […]
My Grey Veil aroma, which was made for rituals in which contacting the spirits and moving beyond the veil for healing work is being performed, was dedicated on the New Moon, as the light began to emerge back into the moon. I bound together a triangle of hagthorn branches (hawthorn), barren of leaf and ripe with berries to bless and consecrate. Every ingredient had been blessed, every instrument used had been purified and now the pellets are dry and will spend the next few months aging. They are now directed and will be stored in a sacred place to be allowed to continue their maturation. The incense wasn’t the only thing to receive blessings from the Hag and the Hunter; my rabbit pelt is finally, properly done and looks amazing. I dedicated the fur and bones to the Veiled One, Old Woman, the Hag.
Today it rains. Cold, wet, falling as if a bucket has been dumped from the heavens Dark skies, winds cutting right through me as if the sword it wields holds power to cut me in half. Today it rains My body curses it with all it holds inside its shell Pain exudes like the nerves […]
“What the hell is that?” He shrunk back from the tchothcke she had just unwrapped and placed delightedly on the desk in front of him. “This?” She was quite cheerful about it. “Isn’t it cute?” She patted it gingerly. “Cute? It’s a monstrosity! A shrunken head? Thank god, it’s a replica!” He shivered in reflex. … Continue reading →