After another two minutes or so of this, I literally felt something depart from my womb area. (I’m given to understand that’s where the Sacral Chakra is, my creativity.) It fled. My whole body shuddered, like an energetic purge. And suddenly… I felt… different. Settled or balanced somehow. I can’t explain it.
This isn’t me deciding last week things were fantastic. This is me having always lived the fantastic, and sometimes being confused when people who pray to their gods or cast a spell can’t go as deep into it as I am or do. Do you believe in your gods? I have asked. Yes or no. Do you believe in fairies? Yes or no. Turns out that for many it’s no, they just don’t accept it about themselves.
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!
Okay the word is out and I can speak. My friend. The author I published. My mentor in music and a bit in magic. Leslie. She’s very sick. She’s a stubborn lady, and her stubbornness gave her a long life. In the end, it knocked her down. Watching the ingratitude around her, the outright attacks, […]
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 […]