Ways of Being Spirit-Married
This. So much this.
Thank you, Dver!
bloodteethandflame
A life in threes
October 13, 2014
Breathe
Most people do not understand that their true power lies in releasing resistance, which is the only obstacle to their true power!
We want you to breathe rather than try, to relax rather than offer effort, to smile rather than struggle, to be rather than do.
For your true power is experienced only from inside the Vortex……
~ Abraham Hicks
October 12, 2014
Candle.
There is so much that I often think that I might want to write about, but then again, things have been so strange, sometimes I think that it would be best to keep certain aspects of what has been happening to myself.
So, in its place, things such as this happen, and it makes a good filler for something else:
The white candle on my Loki altar had a thick clump in its wick this morning.
It was shaped like the Elder Futhark rune, Algiz (a Y intersected by a third stave):
….or perhaps a figure with its arms raised upright.
When I lit the candle, the wick flamed up very high, and the the three prongs of the wick were striated with a swirling orange glow, as the flame sputtered and danced about.
As I watched it burn, I meditated on the various interpretations of Algiz (or Elhaz)
“Elk-sedge” – (Z, or -R) – Protection, Shield. Wards, or guardians.
-Connection with higher self, or connection to gods; an awakening.
– Can be used to channel energies appropriately, or to protect or to hold a position that has been won or earned.
Then I blew out the candle, and the wick slowly shrank and curled downward a bit, as if the wick was a figure with arms lowered
…or perhaps, a person holding arms outward, as if to embrace another.
Or…maybe I am just overthinking, hmmm?
October 1, 2014
Hela
I am getting the nudge to create two new altars.
One of them is going to be for various things that I am doing regarding ancestors, and perhaps other aspects of death-work, so I ordered a lovely ritual cord from Beth at Fiberwytch on Etsy.
It arrived in the mail the other day, and I cannot say enough how lovely it is.
(While I’m not usually one who is able to sense such things, I will admit that as soon as I held it in my hands, I could sense that this cord was definitely created with skill and powerful intent. The essential oils that she used creating it also seemed to strike me as… incredibly mentally stimulating. She does wonderful work.)
So I set to work on creating the altar space, and I went looking for some other helpful objects.
Like artwork.
You see, I like to have at least one piece of artwork on each of my altars to serve as a focal point for myself, since I sometimes need something to look at in order to focus.
But I was having difficulty finding any artwork of Hela that I liked.
And then this morning, as it sometimes happens, I had a short but rather intense dream…about Hela.
As soon as I awoke this morning, I felt the urgent need to sketch Her myself:
I’m not certain if I really want to fully color it, though I wanted to remember the sharp yellow color of that eye, as I could not seem to bring myself to look away from it.
That seemed to be the focal point of Her face in the dream, unfortunately, and I felt as if I was being rude for staring.
The yellow isn’t well-conveyed here as I realized too late how muddied it would get in being smudged beside the charcoal pencil lines.
September 3, 2014
Love sometimes gets tired of speaking sweetly.
Love wants to reach out and manhandle us,
Break all our teacup talk of God.
If you had the courage and
Could give the Beloved His choice, some nights,
He would just drag you around the room
By your hair,
Ripping from your grip all those toys in the world
That bring you no joy.
Love sometimes gets tired of speaking sweetly
And wants to rip to shreds
All your erroneous notions of truth
That make you fight within yourself, dear one,
And with others,
Causing the world to weep
On too many fine days.
God wants to manhandle us,
Lock us inside of a tiny room with Himself
And practice His dropkick.
The Beloved sometimes wants
To do us a great favor:
Hold us upside down
And shake all the nonsense out.
But when we hear
He is in such a “playful drunken mood”
Most everyone I know
Quickly packs their bags and hightails it
Out of town.
(translated by Daniel Ladinsky)
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Hail to that Sneaky Ton of Bricks Himself
❤
September 2, 2014
Earnestly occupied, and fascinated
From I09:
If time is a fluid concept, then I should really watch what I say from now on.
Gods, how I love language.
And I can so see some of my Gods being all over this sort of business. 😉
August 24, 2014
Water, fire, love… and madness.
We survived the first week of school pretty well, so I cannot say that things are going as badly as they were.
As a matter of fact, I’m almost afraid to admit that things might be slowly moving towards ‘going well’ these days.
So, with that said, we went out this weekend.
We went grocery shopping on Saturday morning, and got enough groceries to re-stock the pantry.
We even remembered to get the supplies to square away the pool so that we could actually enjoy our pool more often.
And swim in it we did.
We spent the bulk of early daytime Saturday skimming, cleaning, and chlorinating the pool…followed by assembling pool floats so that we could spend the rest of the daylight enjoying the heat of the day in the water.
By the time that we were ready to be done with the pool for the day, it was time to settle in to watch the much anticipated new episode of Doctor Who, followed by the pilot episode of that new BBC series, Intruders.
We ordered out for Chinese, so I wouldn’t have to worry about cooking.
But then, I realized that I had a produce drawer full of the best pie apples, so I ended up baking an apple pie after dinner, while we watched Intruders.
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Intruders gave me something weird to think about in the first ten minutes, as there was that (heavily promoted) scene with that mysterious night visitor holding one of those yellow 45 rpm adapters… and as it turns out, that scene eerily played out so very much fucking closer to a very strange childhood memory of mine than I had previously expected…. that I very nearly had a full-on panic attack upon watching that scene.
*shudder* GAH.
NOW, while I can’t possibly guess at who those mysterious strangers will turn out to be in the series, there is a part of my psyche that was and still is both intrigued and terrified by the possibilities.
What if they turn out to be….?
O.o
But I am telling myself that if they do…I’ll just take it as yet another instance of Sneaky Ton of Bricks, simply on par with an extreme What is My Life Even Moment.
Perhaps, if things get really intense, my experience may reach levels at the Ratio of Several WTFs Per Minute.
*breathes*
Anyway….there was…. that yesterday.
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Today, we went to the Farmer’s Market, and I got my opportunity to pick up some locally grown cucumbers, tomatoes, and green peppers.
As well, I picked up 3 lbs of organic honey.
Do you know what time it is?
Why it’s mead-making time, of course ❤
(Though I still need to get some powdered milk if I’m ever going to make that honey candy that I have been meaning to make, as well.)
And then…I was lucky to find a great deal on a new firepit, and I’m no idiot, so I brought home that business.
It’s more like a steel fire-bowl with legs, like this:
But I am going to build a stone encasement around it, making it a more permanent structure in my yard, like this:
Of course, this means that I will likely be recycling the broken clay chiminea:
(lovingly nicknamed ‘Dick’)
that I have been using for all my firepit ritual needs for the last several years.
Unfortunately, ‘Dick’ was gifted to me by my oldest kid five years ago, and as much as ‘Dick’ received a lot of use – when home, I wrote a letter to burn as an offering at least every other week or so — ‘Dick’ has always seemed to be a haven for spiders.
Yes, even despite the heat and you know, flames(!)… these fearless spiders…still live there, and I am more than content to let them continue to do so.
I mean, these spiders risk being barbecued on a fairly regular basis, so I figure that they must be some pretty bad-ass spiders.
Bad-ass fire spiders.
That is why it is that I think it best to leave the bad-ass fire spiders alone and create a nice fire-pit well away from them, to keep everyone safe and happy.
(And besides, Someone seems to love the idea of a new fire-pit.
*nudge* *nudge*
How about FIRE NAO? I would LOVE FIRE NAO.)
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Speaking of which, my Much Beloved….
This:
(Lyrics here)
August 20, 2014
It’s the house telling you to close your eyes.
While I was out walking today, this song – by a relatively new band, Of Monsters and Men – came up on my YouTube recommendations:
Those lovely, haunting female vocals belong to Nanna Bryndís Hilmarsdóttir, and the male vocals are from guitarist/singer, Ragnar þórhallsson.
And what I discovered is that Of Monsters and Men hail from Iceland…and they have just started touring the US.
They are quickly becoming known for having a penchant for writing story-songs (full of jaunty, complex rhythms) which are sometimes sung in duets between Nanna and Ragnar, as showcased here.
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There is a lot in this song that I can relate to…or at least a lot in there that is similar to my own present experience that I found myself relating to this morning.
Especially in the ‘little talks’ that I’ve been having between my insecurities and my fears that have led my brain into many a sleepless night.
August 17, 2014
Penultimate summer days.
So.
Today being Saturday, and K starting school the day after tomorrow, K and I have been either hanging out or busily running around trying to get all those last minute ‘back to school’ things done before Monday morning.
~~~
Wednesday, we played a marathon session of Monopoly– in anold school style, in a game that lasted nearly 5 hours— wherein K kicked my ass, and bought up 3/4 of the properties before I begrudgingly surrendered. (But, on the plus side: we finally had a chance to use that Collector’s Edition Doctor Who 50th Anniversary Monopoly set that zie got from zir uncle for zir birthday last year.)
Then, for the rest of the day, it was television, movies, and barbecue:
We laughed throughout a three episode viewing of Gravity Falls, two episodes of Adventure Time…and then, we laughed, commiserated, and eventually cried with John Grogan and his family as we watched Marley and Me.
(Though I’m not ashamed to admit that I cried hard at the end, and that movie made my dog – a Dal-Lab mix – appear to be a piece of cake to deal with compared to Marley…even though our dog did chew up several of my older son’s wallets ..and once, our dog did chew up a set of jumper cables…)
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Thursday, we had a last hurrah type summer cleaning day.
We cleaned the pool,weeded, and I walked the dog.
We re-arranged things around the house a bit more, cleaned and straightened the bedrooms, and inventoried what school supplies we had left over from last year.
We went through zir closet and sorted through which clothes that fit and which didn’t in preparation for how much clothes shopping we would have to do for the new school year.
We talked a lot as we did this, and discussed at length the events of the summer, since we’d spent a good chunk of it not at home together or hanging as much as we would have liked.
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On Friday afternoon, we went to Parent’s night, and K and I met K’s teacher, whom I am glad to say we both liked very much.
K is actually looking forward to going to school on Monday…which is fucking miraculous.
We got the supply list, and afterwards, we went and finished picking up everything that K would need for Monday, which was a relief.
(Nothing like waiting until the last minute, I say.)
~~~
All in all, it’s been a tough few months.
I was feeling kinda down — even if K wasn’t – and zie did the sweetest thing to cheer me up:
Zie offered to do something for me.
So while at the store buying supplies, zie picked up
a bottle of nail polish for me:
Zie insisted on painting my nails for me
– both my fingers and my toes-
in this particular nail polish called ‘Candy Sprinkles’
Now I am not usually a person that wears nail polish on my fingernails, but I must say that I find this particularly delightful…
And it does serve the intended purpose of making me smile when I look at my hands
❤
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