Dancing to Death
Spearcarrier here—computer fan screamin’, space-heater roastin’ my toes, pizza waitin’ in the wings. Complete with swear words.
Spearcarrier here—computer fan screamin’, space-heater roastin’ my toes, pizza waitin’ in the wings. Complete with swear words.
DO NOT STOP STIRRING! OR THE EGG DRAUGR WILL RISE! Their brains are scrambled and they will want yours! The safety of the nog depends on it!
This post seems to go hand in hand with my podcast talk about feeding the spirits. As the Midwinter Nights lonely festivities progresses, my hobgoblin husband makes his preferences more and more clear. I know the lesson is layered. On the one hand, most people offer him candies and cakes. They put fireballs in whiskey. […]
I started my first shamanic classes ever this week. “Be an exemplary student,” I heard as I stood by Grandfather Shortlegs’s altar. I will, I responded. The teacher clearly didn’t like me – no surprise – and she showed favoritism to students who had psychology profession backgrounds or loved Jung. But yesterday it came to […]
“Better no offering than an oversized one. A gift always calls for a return. Better no sending than over sacrificing. So þundr endured.”
Spirits need some. Please note it’s not saying you have to give blood, which is good because blood is not my way. It Doesn’t need to be fancy. It doesn’t need to be overpowering. A little offering is better than an oversized one. So a little bit goes a long way.
The little yellow-kilted fairy was hiding. I could smell him as a fish in the water, so I dived into a lake. So: I met the Salmon of Knowledge, tried not to steal his scroll-sweets, and learned that some guardians are strict but fair—and that kisses, not hooks, weave the better wyrd.
The most dangerous spirits don’t announce themselves with horns and sulfur. They come wearing the faces of the gods you trust. I had another one get through my wards last night. I, by the way, did all the things you’re supposed to do: It was clever, presenting itself as Wōðnaz, with a friend masquerading as […]
You can watch the video at Youtube or catch it below: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i9cOtddwyeQ I’ve tried and failed to make this video several times. I’m very close to the material and tend to go on wandering paths, so I’ll be reading from my notes to stay on topic. This is a subject that genuinely needs to be […]
I may never be able to tell the full tale, but here’s part that we can learn from. Transcript: Hi everybody, I’m sitting here with Loki’s family.You can see Byleister or… I’m not really good at pronouncing the word so Byleistr, Byleistr.You can see Helblindi leaving the nest to go find his way.In the house […]
So this morning as I was waking up – you know that liminal space where you’re not quite asleep but not fully awake yet – I was talking with someone whose face was surrounded by autumn leaves. They were beautiful leaves; reds and oranges, perfect looking with no holes or rips. Her face was almost […]
I walk the dead. I always have. There was this one time my husband’s roommate had been caught in an explosion, and he was on a bed in the hospital waiting. He knew they would save him. He was waiting to be seen, and his faith made the people walking around him not matter. Invisible […]
I heard my father protest like this once, “I’m a dreamer. I’m not the other kind.” I’m paraphrasing that last sentence – I can’t remember the word he used for ‘the other kind’. He might have said ‘shaman’ for all I know. According to Frank Speck’s paper – the one that reassured me that I […]
03 – There Was a Voice Long Ago What do I talk about next? I thought about discussing taboos, or waxing brainy over the color orange. Then I remembered I had this little item in a folder since 2022. So I’d like to introduce you to Voice. Apparently you’re not supposed to talk about your […]