Perhaps.
Hm.
Is that a promise?
❤
bloodteethandflame
A life in threes
September 16, 2015
Grateful.
I know that I haven’t been posting much, or rather, I haven’t been posting as often as I’d intended. Though it’s not as if I have a shortage of topics to write about – as a matter of fact, I’ve been writing a lot lately.
My devotional practice has been going through some changes, and as much as I wanted to share my thoughts about some of the work that I’ve been doing, it just hasn’t happened. I’ve been wanting to write about the connections that I have been making – but somehow coordinating my thoughts into succinct blog posts hasn’t been going so well.
Somehow I haven’t been able to Post All the Things.
But I did want to post about how delighted I was to receive my copy of Silence Maestas handmade Loki devotional:
So I moved some things around on my altar – because He seemed to want it up there as soon as I opened it.
But it’s a strange sort of thing because when I was reading it, the vibe that I was getting from Him seemed to be both excited and irritated that I was reading it. Perhaps He was cranky over the fact that I had to remove the book from its place on the altar there in order to read it? I don’t know.
I bought a copy because I was excited to support Silence’s book project overall, but I was also curious and excited to read more information concerning the feminine Loki as well.
So my purchasing this book was intended as a gift for both of Us, in this sort of roundabout way: it was certainly intended as a gift for Him, and a combination gift/informational research project for me. (I’ll admit that those two aspects often become somewhat entwined whenever I purchase books pertaining to Him, but, then again, not every Loki-book ends up on the altar… so there you have it.)
I also got the nudge from Him to get my hands on this antler-piece
–thought I’m not exactly sure why. Another gift, perhaps.
I’m kinda using this as a bookmark – as the leather thong that came attached to the antler works rather well for holding my place in the large poetry book that I’m reading right now – but when I’m not reading, He seems to like it if I keep it on His altar for now.
And most recently, there’s these Loki and Sleipnir mini-rosary beads from Beth Wodandis Designs:
They are lovely is all I can say.
I was struck by the coloring and quality of the labradorite. I find them especially beautiful*
You see, I almost fell asleep while praying with them on the night that I received them.
The other darker beads are ‘dumortierite.’
I have read that dumortierite works well to increase one’s state of inner peace.
Indeed.
I am not kidding when I say that holding these has been immensely calming somehow, even though I had read in several other places that ‘dumortierite can be psychically energizing.’ Labradorite has a similar intensity of effect for me…but either way, I am not complaining.
Perhaps I have been more hyperactive than usual, therefore the intensity of these two stones has had a calming influence in response to my hyperactive energetic state.
Who knows?
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*It would seem that Loki considered this mini-rosary as an appropriate gift for Him, as well, since every piece of labradorite I’ve ever had has eventually ended up on His altar somewhere.
Perhaps I should make Him a themed altar just for all that labradorite that He’s been wanting ❤
September 13, 2015
Lessons.
(taken from The Open Mind (with Dana Bowles) on Facebook)
September 12, 2015
What Is Godphoning and Do I Want The Responsibility?
A great read on the topic of Godphones and the related responsibilities of having a ‘ Godphone.’
(Though, to be honest, my ‘god-phone’ isn’t akin in the slightest bit to a telephone. It’s less audio-visual and more…tactile/sensation-based. It’s rather difficult to explain.)
“Dude pick up the phone, Dionysus has been trying to call for three weeks and now He’s bugging ME about you!”
Honestly though, only Dionysus and Hekate have given me the experience of Godphoning. Cthulhu and Morrighan can’t be assed. As Godphoning is such an intensely personal experience that falls into UPG, my mileage may vary from another practitioners’. Generally though, most of us have a lot of common experiences that crop up in all our posts on the subject, and so I’m going to add to that wealth of knowledge.
The funny thing about godphoning is that it’s a joke term. A certain clique of spirit workers, shamans, and other spiritually minded folk were trying to explain the different ways divine communication can occur with humans. It was a VERY accurate joke though, and it stuck and is now used amongst the general populace. But what is a godphone?
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September 9, 2015
Surt(r)
I was talking to a friend of mine this afternoon, and we were discussing Surt, and the dearth of information that can be found concerning Him.
A cursory Google search turns up a lot of UPG from Raven Kaldera concerning Surt* – Kaldera is directly referenced in the first four links – but I was delighted to stumble upon this article on WordPress, which does string together several points about Surt as He appears in the Lore(tm).
Neat.
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*Not that I’m against UPG (or doxa) by any means.
Most of what I have come to know concerning a lot of Jötnar is essentially my own UPG….but yeah. New knowledge is always good!
September 8, 2015
Allow Me.
I was thinking about the fact that Voodoo Music Fest in New Orleans is about 53 days away.
So I was screwing around on the internet, listening to music and watching videos and I came across this*
Allow me to be Frank, He said.
❤
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* From Frank Turner’s new album aptly titled album, Positive Songs for Negative People
If that’s not an album that I can get behind, I don’t know what is. 😉
September 4, 2015
Meditations, Magenta, and Metaphors.
I know that I am rather behind on Cauldrons and Cupcakes’ Weekly Journal project.
I believe that we are in Week 4, but my depression and social anxiety has been hitting me hard in the past few weeks, and I will definitely admit that I’ve been struggling more than usual with my daily routines. Therefore, I’m not posting as much.
As well, as much as I’d intended to post my weekly process in this project, I haven’t been… but I have been doing the meditations and journaling.
It’s been helpful.
This past Sunday, I listened to the meditation for Week 2, and I received
The color: Magenta
The words/phrase: You can’t go back- only forward. Do not be afraid.
…and I drew the oracle card, The Hare.
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Magenta: Passion. Creativity. Confidence. Sexuality.
I do think about the past- how I used to allow myself to feel so readily, and how it is not so easy now because of how I feel about my body.
When I think of the color magenta, I especially think of passion and body confidence.
During the meditation, I also felt nudged to associate this color with the intersection between sexuality and spirituality.
It is a warm, passionate color that has playfulness about it that especially reminds me of when my sexuality was uncomplicated and fun and I had the confidence to move and enjoy and I felt better about my body.
I wonder how to get back to that sense of passion and body confidence.
With this in mind, I am trying to re-discover it by taking better care of my body. I am trying to do less comfort-eating and engage in more exercise and physical activities.
Such as this morning, it felt good to weed my front garden. I’d felt guilty as weeding always makes me feel as if the land-wights are upset that I am tearing out all the plant life in my gardens almost to the point of barrenness. (Barren because I’ve yet to replace the hedges that I removed last summer with any flowers, and so nothing but weeds has been growing in those narrow dirt patches where the hedges used to be.)
For this reason, I am often overwhelmed (or likewise reluctant) to begin weeding — but once I do begin, I reach a good rhythm in my work. Soon enough, I’ve worked up a good sweat in the Florida sun, but I do not notice the intensity of my efforts until I’ve begun to see droplets falling into the soft, dark soil. I am perspiring freely into the dirt. Perhaps this is my offering – the sweat of my work as I clear away the weeds, deadfall, and other withered debris around my single rose bush and heather. The heather is rather large now and I have had to cut it back several times due to its growth. I feed both the rose-bush and the heather regularly enough that it’s quite possible if I left those two plants alone, they might take over the rest of the garden…if the weeds’ root-systems didn’t often choke them out.
Perhaps the front garden could be a metaphor for my life right now: The beauty of my garden is only found in one neat little corner while the rest is either choked with weeds or barren of growth.
But if joy (ie, the flowers) were allowed to flourish, that joy just might overtake everything.
Magenta is the color of passionate growth,as the blooms of the rose-bush are light pink edged in varying shades of dark pink, or magenta.
August 31, 2015
Words from Hermes: Ordinary is OK
This. This. So much this.
You guys. Look.
There is nothing wrong with being ordinary.
Ordinary is most people. If you think about it, greatness is really a measure of “being better than everyone else.” If everyone was just as good at painting as Rembrandt, that level of skill wouldn’t mean much. If having an exceptional skill was common, there would be nothing exceptional about it.
Some people have this idea that the gods only want exceptional people. That’s not true.
In some traditions, the point is that you have this small group of secret, elite folk who do special stuff for special, secret deities. Hellenismos is mostly an exoteric faith. It’s meant to be followed by normal people. It’s a city religion. It’s a religion meant to be followed by thousands, or millions, not dozens. We’re not looking for perfect people, or even exceptional people, we’re just looking for people who love us.
We don’t…
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August 28, 2015
Death… and promises
I was in the car the other day, listening to music on an alternative rock station.
Then, the station cut to a little promotional blurb wherein Ben Gibbard, guitarist and vocalist for Death Cab for Cutie, gave the station ID for the top of the hour. These blurbs are often created to do the double duty of promoting the station and the band, as well as to make a convenient segue into the next song, which I presumed meant that it should be a Death Cab for Cutie song.
But I was feeling rather depressed, and since I have never been a fan of that band specifically due to the fact that their sound strikes me as rather depressing, I was poised to change the station.
But then this song came on:
I’d never heard this song before, but I was immediately delighted with it.
It didn’t sound to me like your typical Death Cab for Cutie song, and in that, I was pleasantly surprised.
Hm.
Not only was this a sweet moment of pandoramancy – since I had recently been feeling morbid over the recent news concerning the impending death of a beloved relative – it was perhaps a subtle reminder to keep an open mind and an open heart.
Or to put it another way, that song is another ‘hypothetical chicken sandwich‘ of sorts.
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Joy lurks in every mundane thing, just waiting to be found.
– Anna Lyndsey
