~CRASH!!!!!!~ I bolt upright in bed. Seeing the cause of the noise, I yell. “CHARLIE! For the love of Elphalba what the fuck are you doing? You are going to wake the house not to mention unsettle the dead”.Charlie looks up from the mess on the floor.(…)
Twelve Witnesses
Never mind the why and how, but I have fourteen cowrie shells to my name that I can not give away, sell, or dispose of. The shells have garnered interest from various folk and Folk so I decided I might as well learn how to use them in my troubles travails and workings. Because of how I acquired them, and why they are bound to me, I can not use the traditional methods of Ifa, or any of the descendant methods. So calling on the Lwa or the Orishas for help are out of the question.
I came up with a few methods that are working well for me so far. While the specifics are very private and personal, the framework they are hung on can be used by anyone. As I continue to work with the shells, and find such frameworks that may be of interest, I’ll be posting them here and on my Tumblr.
Tumbled Dreams: May 11 – May 17, 2013
What are “Tumbled Dreams”? These are the posts I made to my tumblr during the week because I felt they did not warrant a separate post on this blog. However, these “interstitials” often explain some of the backstory to the larger dream posts. For those readers that only read Three Different Ways, they may help explain some of the characters and sudden changes in plot and direction.
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Dream Worlds
Blessings, Darlings!
The more you track you dreams, the more you are likely to see familiar and repeating layouts and figures in your dream(…)
Where the Hawthorn Grows – An American Druid’s Reflections
Author: Morgan Daimler
Publisher: Moon Books
Copyright: 2012
ISBN: 9781780999692
Synopsis:
Where the Hawthorn Grows is a reflection on being an Irish reconstructionist Druid in America. It looks at who the(…)
Book Review: Abair Leat! Cúrsa ranga do mhúinteoirí Gaeilge (Leibhéal 1, Cuid 1)
I’m always interested in finding a way to improve my learning of Irish Gaelic so when I fine something new on Litríocht or (…)
Once More With Feeling
The beads are a familiar heavy weight on my arm. He questions why I don’t have them tucked in a pocket this time. “Touch is the first sense I was able to recover when I arrived in the Abyss. When we… I… was in floating parts of flesh and thought, those things that were physically touching me were closer than other things. I want to be able to recover myself at once.”
“Still terrified?”
“Abso-fucking-lutely.”
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Justice Charms
These are charms from the Carmina Gadelica that have been modernized and made pagan. They can be used to help gain justice or to win in court, or to otherwise overcome legal difficulties. The person wishing to perform these charms should(…)
Patient Blasphemy
“Why are you here?” “Asmodel.”
A sudden brightness pours over me. I suddenly feel flesh and air and clothes and cold stone bruising my knees and Snake standing behind me and beads in my hands. I look up to see the throne and the one seated on the throne is gone. The podium remains however.
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The Tea Helped
“What’s the unofficial word, Officer?” I just smiled as warmly as I could, and wondered what else did the official word say about me.
The officer chuckled. “You showing up is like watching the TARDIS materialize. You’s pretty. But the day just got shot to shit.” He was almost apologetic in his tone. My legitimate laughter placed him at ease.
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