This blog includes but won’t be limited to themes of generational abuse, family history, language, visions, wishes, and Medicine of course. The wyrd. Sometimes there might be academic things.
This is an ongoing story about a mermaid.
She’s not a little mermaid, except inside where it counts. She’s actually quite large despite various diets, workout routines, and starvation plans. But like the Little Mermaid she left the water to walk on land. Her mortal life is spent walking on broken glass, leaving blood from the cuts as she travels. When the waves crashed in on her, and she realized her only hope was to return to the sea.
I didn’t want to turn to sea foam without rescuing our family lore from fading away. I also had been very wounded spiritually, emotionally, psychologically throughout my life. That was how this blog and podcast began. I needed to talk it out to heal, and there was no one to listen but empty air.
I have been diving into family and ethnic lore, supernatural hijackings, and remembering more and more as I do this. I’ve come to realize that all was not as it was made to seem growing up. There were lies. I prefer the truth.
I’m just a mermaid from a barrier island with Medicine and Wyrd people in the family tree branches, royalty on a few of the others (not lying), and a famous preacher somewhere in the middle (that is also truthful).
I walk a shamanistic path. This means that I work with spirits.
I encourage hobgoblins under my stove and honor the ancestors. For a while I was “spirit-spoused” to Loki. Apparently. That was a confusing time, because suddenly every spirit I encountered had somehow been named Loki by their ghostly parents. I try not to think about it. In my podcast you may hear me call various spirits as Loki, but I’m slowly getting the hang of things.
I have worked with mountain rock spirits, Odin, Thor, Freya, Frigg, House Mengloth, Archangel Michael, Tlazolteotl, Apollo, a gigantic frog spirit, and others. I have no kindred to do ritual work with, and my direct way of meeting the gods unsettles people anyway. When I take on something for someone, I approach the beings best suited to the matter and proceed. I’m interested in getting the work done, not staying inside a metaphysical gated community.
Through my journey I came to understand that the gods are not “gods” in the way we’ve been taught. In fact, there are no gods. There are no aspects. There are only people and parasites who pretend. We’ll encounter a small spirit or a parasite before we’ll encounter the ones called gods. Woe be unto you if you can’t tell them apart. I have become the most ironic of atheists.
Spearcarrier’s Ghostfox is K. J. Joyner
River Denizen of this Word LakeShe graduated from UNF with a BA in anthropology and a minor in history. Her first publication was in 1988, when “Unicorn” appeared in Trouvère’s Laureate. She writes comics, sometimes short stories, and even sings when the mood strikes. As for the skaldic path of scopping… let’s just say Odin may not have chosen wisely when he tapped her for it — he was probably more than a little drunk — but she accepted the calling anyway. These days she juggles it all while fending her spirits away from the freshly baked muffins
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- BA Anthropology, History minor, University of North Florida, 2004
- Proud member of the Viking Society for Northern Research
- Metaphysical Life Experience: Life has been wyrd for over 40 years.
- If there’s a shamanic course and I can afford it, I’m taking it. Reviewing is good. New things are also good.
I live in the Sun, and I stand on the Moon. I am wed to He Who Steals His Bride.
I have followed the soul of my mate through all of history’s suns—from Shamiel to Shamash, from a bog chariot to the last light of Sol. I’m not saying I’m a goddess, nor am I saying I’m special. I’m saying this is my spiritual truth. It has been an incredible joy when, stepping back into academia as a way to learn more about my path and family history, I found steps like mine across history. However…
I firmly believe that academic study and personal spirituality are separate journeys. One can be a tour guide, but the other walks the territory.
It’s possible to have a spiritual or religious path while writing material that can further mankind’s place and understanding – but only if you set aside your rose-colored glasses. It’s a must to separate your belief from the facts. Too often scholars did not do that in the past, and the damage has been nearly irreparable.
I also find it extremely hypocritical that a devout Christian (example only) can approach a scholarly topic that may or may not be related to their spiritual practice, but someone like myself who touches the unseen world is labelled unreliable. That to be taken seriously, we must hide our personal approach to the cosmos. That others like me have lost their academic standing when their proven finds were, in fact, inspired by their gifts. (Case in point: the woman who found a hidden Bible in monastery ruins but was ruined herself when it came out that a ghost told her where to look. Who cares, if the item was legit?!?)
My spirit partner has never “taught” me academic information. He knows that I have to find the answers, that I have a drive to back up my data with references and evidence. I’m not playing fantasy role-play here. What research work I do is serious, for all I’m crafty with the way I tell it.
I can’t say I’m going to make a difference, but in all things that I have hands to lend to I aim to try. I will pitch pull your ills if I can. I will write about that issue if it’s productive. I will write that poem, I will sing that song, and I will continue to put out pages for my comic books.1
- Oh, by the way. I use the word “Indian” frequently. My father used the word. The rest of my family used it. There are quite a few nations out there with the word “Indian” in their name. Do not think for a minute your lecturing me about what words I’m allowed to use is going to change my mind. It’s only going to make you look stupid. I do not recommend. ↩︎