Crossing Thresholds

Originally posted on The Forest's Edge:

Originally we had planned to host an open Beltane circle, but when we couldn’t find a space in time, we pushed the open ritual plans back and, since it would just be our core group, decided to combine our celebration with an opportunity for one of our mentees to take the next step in her path and attempt a drawing down.

When she said she really, REALLY felt called to draw down Hekate, we were a tiny bit hesitant. First of all, Hekate and Beltane? And secondly, wouldn’t you like to try a nice, nurturing Goddess, like Isis or Aphrodite? But as a devotee to Hekate, she felt strongly, and we wanted to follow her instincts. She and I teamed up and cranked out a ritual.


As she talked more and more about the Goddess, I was increasingly impressed with her knowledge base and with the intimate, personal connection she…

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Hey guys! So clearly, I’ve been on a bit of a hiatus. I’ve had a lot, a LOT, of serious life stuff going on lately. I’m going to keep this blog on an official hiatus for now, since I just don’t have the time and energy to do anything with it. That doesn’t mean I’m gone from the online pagan community, not in the least. Just taking a breather. You can find me much more actively on my main tumblr, and keep up with me there. I’m also being more active on my journal blog (you can find links on the main tumblr) as well.

Hugs to you all, and I’ll see you again :)

Reducing the Stress

As a side note, I’ve realized once again that I’m not really up for truly committing to the PBP like I wanted to, but maybe I can next year. I’m still too inconsistent, and while it’s something that should promote consistency, it also stresses me out. I often place too many obligations upon myself, and it makes my life much more difficult mentally. I’m cutting whatever I don’t need out and, for now, my blogging should be more organic. It’s not like I’m making a living (or for that matter any money) off of my blog. It will go where it goes, and I will give it as much or as little time as I see fit. I’m trying to get more active on my tumblr at least, but those tend to be more random rants, and I’ve got my gaming/nerd blog that’s slowly taking shape (very slowly of course) and so I realize that I need to make sure I’m only taking on what I can handle. So once again, I’m letting go this expectation, but I still do think it’s awesome and still one day want to participate fully.


No, seriously, stop it.

I count myself lucky that I go through periods where I live under a rock. Where I’m more focused on school,video games and getting ready for a move in a few weeks (at least this latest rock period). It seems I’ve missed a lot of controversy, and that suits me just fine.

Some time ago, I’d search it out to see what I missed. I mean, after all, who doesn’t like a bit of gossip? I thought too that it’d give me an opportunity to see who was a toxic member of the online pagan and polytheist community, so I could avoid them.

But what I’ve realized is that enough of my day is wasted. Enough of my time is wasted getting distracted by little things. From someone who is trying to finish college and suffers from a pretty severe case of high functioning ADHD, my time is taken up by any number of things, so it always feels like I get nothing done. And I realize that, when looking up stupid controversy bullshit, that really is getting nothing done.

I’m empathetic to a fault. I actually realize my extreme empathy will later play a more entwined place in my path, but for now I have to hide myself sometimes. I literally cannot take the extreme violence and belligerence that comes from some people, whether it be in person or online. It’s physically and mentally stressful to read those things. But like a glutton, I always would, because as much as it would make me tense up, we all love to read that gossip. It’s an unhealthy habit, especially for my place in life.

So this is me saying that controversy can go fuck itself. That the belligerent idiots who start flame wars can go fuck themselves. I’m committing myself to be a valuable, if not always an active participant, in the online community that I want to be a part of, and that means that the easiest way to stop the trolls is to not feed them. Ah, life lessons of the internet. Discourse and discussion are good, but frothing at the mouth anger never solves anything, and it just makes other people want to punch you in the mouth.

There are too many stressful things going on in the world for me to deal with the petty shit that other people drag in to the community. So before I go looking for that harmful gossip, those intriguing but diseased tumors of the trolls, I’m cutting them out of my life now.

And here’s a challenge for my readers, few you may be- when you see that juicy bit of controversy, that flame war going on, stop before you involve yourself and think- don’t I have something better to do with my day, and is my participation, if even observance of this, just giving more credit to the people I don’t want to be an active part of this community?

While this approach won’t work for all problems, it seems to be a good one for this type, because by starting a flame war, they are seeking validation. They are screaming for people to pay attention to them, and when you do, you validate that and give them more fuel for the fire. Passion and enthusiasm for a topic should not devolve into idiocy and rage. Those are very separate things that people confuse on a disappointingly regular basis.

The Nine


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Some time ago, I was playing with some sculpy clay and ended up making a set of little skulls. Each was lovely and creepy and could sit on top of a quarter. Nine skulls were plain, and a tenth had a witch hat. I never knew what to do with these little lovelies- they remained unpainted, and would occasionally come out on an altar, but never with much more purpose than just to represent ancestors. One of my trad teachers told me I’d need to ask the ancestors on how I’d like to use them. I can’t remember if I ever did consciously. But after a few years, I’ve finally had it pop into my head on how I should use these little creations- I’m going to use them to represent 9 archetypes of spiritual ancestors. The tenth skull, with the witch hat, will be something I keep to represent myself, a product of the spiritual heritage of these archetypes.

When I say archetypes, I don’t necessarily mean just them as archetypes. I may connect with specific ancestors of that role, but I just haven’t yet. These archetypes aren’t just about being a witch either, but also intrinsic, at least for me, to being woman.

Priestess- women who have devoted themselves to the Gods, who carry on worship and perform works in their names

Seer/Diviner- the oracles, the bone readers, the vision seers, the women who have insight to the future, through the gods, spirits or themselves

Cunningwoman/Poisoner- the classic idea of a witch, the women who use plants and animal parts and anything else needed to heal or harm, for their own benefit or those around them, and who know and communicate with the spirits of the plants and animals and surroundings involved in the workings

Enchantress/Sorceress- the women who embrace both magic and their own sexuality, to benefit themselves or others, to manipulate the natures of men, not always for evil but not always for good

Hearthtender/Weaver- the women who weave magic through tending the home, cooking, weaving and other domains long considered part of domestic life

Shaman- the spirit walker, she who crosses realms, to heal and mend wounds, who acts as the voice for the spirits, allying themselves, walking the path between worlds, often acting to benefit the greater community

Lorekeeper/storyteller- those who write down the knowledge and lore passed down through ages, the women who weave magic with words written and spoken, who hold the stories and secrets in their hearts

Wildwoman/shapeshifter- the woman who uses wild magics, who lives away from civilization and has allied with the spirits of flora, fauna and place to transcend her own skin, shifting to animal and back again, protecting wild spaces from those who threaten them

Magician- she who learns magic from arcane tradition, who uses the elements and conducts rites through ceremony, who creates and destroys with careful precision

These are archetypes I’ve found that, in different ways, resonate with the path that I follow. I’d like to eventually incorporate honoring and working with them into my practice. For now though, I must get a few hours of sleep then get back up to study for a quiz!