last (or first) PCon post: phat lewts
RJ Stewart "Advanced Magical Arts" (book)
Caitlín Matthews and RJ Stewart "The Deep Well in the Wild Wood" (music CD)
A jet egg like ones I was fondling last year, but didn't feel right getting because I had no matching piece. In the meantime I had acquired a selenite egg (well, kind of a bulged oval), which now immediately became "the other side". Now that it can be two poles and a connector, though, means the selenite wand that I had been using with it is no longer part of the set, or has some different role.
A plate and cup set with a design of two corvids, painted in black, blue, and purple.
One of these. The picture there gives no sense of scale (ha! snake? scale? geddit?), so let me unpack that for you:
I can't really get the whole thing in the picture very well taking it myself, because my other arm doesn't go far enough away. The lady at the table handed me a pair and told me to stand in that Cretan snake-goddess position, which might have had some effect if I had twigged to the fact that was what she was trying to get me to do, but as it was, that didn't make me feel anything. I just knew that I wanted one to sit on my altar. It's big and heavy enough that I can't comfortably wave it like a wand; I have to cradle it like a living being.
That it turned out to actually be part silver in the alloy (unusual for pewter) was eeeenteresting in light of, um, some other things about silver serpents.
And then, this Siberian jade blade (not sharp, duh):
(Oops, no scale there. Erm, about six inches?)
The silver spiral on it caught my eye while Aidan was fondling some other engraved stones the booth had. I picked it up and totally failed to be able to put it down. It wanted to be held in a certain way (like the snake had), which was in my upturned palm, in front of me, pointing back down my wrist and arm towards my belly (and under the sleeve, so it contacted the skin). If I pointed it up or down, awareness rapidly turned that direction, so if I wanted to actually pay attention to what was going on around me, keeping it level was the way to go. (The land under that hotel is... not thrilled.) The Ogham on it spells "Leir", which is the blade's name and was claimed to be a Gaelic (which Gaelic, I don't know) word for "true seeing". And I dunno about that, but it sure makes my head fuzzy when I handle it. It needs a special sheath or at least wrapping; I can't just leave it exposed, and it didn't come with one.
Caitlín Matthews and RJ Stewart "The Deep Well in the Wild Wood" (music CD)
A jet egg like ones I was fondling last year, but didn't feel right getting because I had no matching piece. In the meantime I had acquired a selenite egg (well, kind of a bulged oval), which now immediately became "the other side". Now that it can be two poles and a connector, though, means the selenite wand that I had been using with it is no longer part of the set, or has some different role.
A plate and cup set with a design of two corvids, painted in black, blue, and purple.
One of these. The picture there gives no sense of scale (ha! snake? scale? geddit?), so let me unpack that for you:
I can't really get the whole thing in the picture very well taking it myself, because my other arm doesn't go far enough away. The lady at the table handed me a pair and told me to stand in that Cretan snake-goddess position, which might have had some effect if I had twigged to the fact that was what she was trying to get me to do, but as it was, that didn't make me feel anything. I just knew that I wanted one to sit on my altar. It's big and heavy enough that I can't comfortably wave it like a wand; I have to cradle it like a living being.
That it turned out to actually be part silver in the alloy (unusual for pewter) was eeeenteresting in light of, um, some other things about silver serpents.
And then, this Siberian jade blade (not sharp, duh):
(Oops, no scale there. Erm, about six inches?)
The silver spiral on it caught my eye while Aidan was fondling some other engraved stones the booth had. I picked it up and totally failed to be able to put it down. It wanted to be held in a certain way (like the snake had), which was in my upturned palm, in front of me, pointing back down my wrist and arm towards my belly (and under the sleeve, so it contacted the skin). If I pointed it up or down, awareness rapidly turned that direction, so if I wanted to actually pay attention to what was going on around me, keeping it level was the way to go. (The land under that hotel is... not thrilled.) The Ogham on it spells "Leir", which is the blade's name and was claimed to be a Gaelic (which Gaelic, I don't know) word for "true seeing". And I dunno about that, but it sure makes my head fuzzy when I handle it. It needs a special sheath or at least wrapping; I can't just leave it exposed, and it didn't come with one.