Monthly Archives: November 2011

Pardon The Dust…

Practical Pagans is undergoing maintenance today. And while the webmaster is trying to keep the cats and hamsters separated, a few did manage to sneak off with the coffee.

We’ll keep the resulting chaos to a minimum, but as quick eyed readers have noted already, a few knots have already appeared.

We do apologize for the confusion. Unless it was entertaining, then we’ll laugh with you.

Omen

The birds dropped no feathers, nor flew in strange paths, nor sang in strange times, nor died in strange ways. The dogs refused no food, nor bit those who feed them, nor attacked those in their charge, nor ran foaming in howling madness. The fire threw no sparks. The wind swept no dust. The river … Continue reading

Practical Distinctions

(Original Post found at: http://threedifferentways.katalytis.com/2011/11/practical-distinctions/ )

So, there’s a blog anthology site I contribute to called Practical Pagans. And there is a podcast show starting next week called Practical Druidry. The two are NOT related.

Practical Pagans has contributions from pagan bloggers of many different paths, temperaments, and viewpoints. Our resident druids are Blackbird O’Connell and Morgan Daimler.

Practical Druidry is the mouthpiece of one Charlton Hall, the very same one that threatened Patheos’ Star Foster and author Kenaz Filan.

Just wanted to formally make the distinction.

My Blog: Three Different Ways: http://threedifferentways.katalytis.com/
The Anthology: Practical Pagans: http://practicalpagans.katalytis.com/

Pepper Spray Carols

So, um, yea. A call was put out to make pepper spray themed Christmas carols. I might have gone too far with it. My first attempt was based on “Let It Snow“, and I chucked around three ‘verses’ for the fun of it. But my muse would just not allow me to leave it there. … Continue reading →

Definition of me? Not like you’re thinking

It always seems that people have a way of defining others.  I understand that to label others  is a reference point, so that one can either decide who we are in relation to their world.  What I don’t understand and probably never will is why they want to force others to fit into a round […]

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Celtic Healing Magic – part 2

  Celtic healing magic, like all Celtic folk magic, relies on some basic principles: use of objects, both natural and man made, transferring the spirit of one thing – in this case the illness – into nature, and the power inherant in certain items. By understanding these principles and how to apply them in different situations a person may effectively use folk magic healing in a Celtic style whenever there is a need for it.
  Many types of Celtic folk healing relies on the use of objects …

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The Loss of a Warrior

A grieving widow and two small children take the long walk to the flag covered casket not 20 feet away. The tears stream down the faces of family members holding their hands to keep them from falling over. Overhead, a large black crow begins to squawk Her message to the onlookers. Badb has come to take the fallen warrior’s soul safely home to his God. If one thing gives me peace, it’s that knowledge.

I took a hard blow a few weeks back with the loss of a local peace officer and coworker. …

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Practical Distinctions

So, there’s a blog anthology site I contribute to called Practical Pagans. And there is a podcast show starting next week called Practical Druidry. The two are NOT related. …

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Celtic Healing Magic – part 1

(this is the handout for my class from Changing Times, Changing Worlds 2011 on healing magic in the Celtic tradition, with the emphasis on folk magic. In the next blog I will post the outline and shortened version of the class itself – and I feel that I should add that all classes from CTCW 2011 will be available in the next few weeks on CD, you can check the website for details)

From Irish Cures and Superstitions by Lady Wilde:  …

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Master

Crown or horns, it matters not. They circle round your brow in spiral menace. Let those who fear you tremble. Pleading sounds of sheep. While those who see you plain raise glass in silent understanding. I drink deep of that bittersweet cup. The price of knowledge is innocence lost. Knowing the gears are oiled with … Continue reading