Witchcraft post
Jay and I were talking about our spiritual practices last night, and I thought I'd write down what my Craft is about these days. So there's your warning: There's some serious Woo-Woo ahead.
I'm listening very carefully to what is happening around me. The Earth and the Sky are having a dialog, which is interesting and confusing at the same time. I have the sense that it's been going on for some time, but it just now reaching a climax.
After being told, while meditating, to "go through life with a prayer on your lips," I pray more than I ever did, and it has opened up a deeper connect with the Mysterious. Not that I lacked for that connection at all in the past--I've been god-bothered for some time. The connection is deeper now, more clear, more personal. I can smell Freya's perfume when she comes (it's floral and exotic, if you were wondering), for example. I always prayed, but usually not in a spontaneous way. Now, I find myself just talking to the Divine.
I am focusing more on spiritual practices that I find connect me with the Earth and with life, rather than practices that I feel disconnect me. In other words, more savoring the delights of the flesh, less poring over obscure texts.
I spend time with Freyr almost every day. He likes to work out with me. (I find it really easy to enter an altered state in the gym.) He's been talking about the usual things, some more mundane than usual. He likes to ask me how I'm living fully in my body, on the less mundane level. On the more mundane level, he really wants Brock Lesnar to win the heavyweight title this weekend. (Freyr really does like Minnesota Golden Gopher wrestlers, including Lesnar.) I'm a Frank Mir fan, myself.
Freya stops by more often than she ever did before this past year. Last year I got the sense that she was "too busy." Maybe having Brisingamen at my house this year is changing that? She wants me to get busy on the whole sustainable living thing.
Squat and the Dancing Queer God are around every time I enter trance or do any witchy work. They give such relentless support. I am deeply grateful for them.
After receiving some difficult news on Monday (My father has cancer, again. This time it's a pretty mild kind of bone marrow cancer.), I prayed that I would be an open enough vessel to contain all of the mysteries of this world, including those that are more painful. I prayed that I would be a container of life, including the fears and hurts and wounds that are part of life. Since then, a host of Mysterious Ones have been making their way through the house like old friends, checking on me. (I even got a visit from Kwan Yin, which is pretty rare.) I feel pretty self-possessed about the whole thing, so I'm guessing that what I'm doing may be working.
I'm listening very carefully to what is happening around me. The Earth and the Sky are having a dialog, which is interesting and confusing at the same time. I have the sense that it's been going on for some time, but it just now reaching a climax.
After being told, while meditating, to "go through life with a prayer on your lips," I pray more than I ever did, and it has opened up a deeper connect with the Mysterious. Not that I lacked for that connection at all in the past--I've been god-bothered for some time. The connection is deeper now, more clear, more personal. I can smell Freya's perfume when she comes (it's floral and exotic, if you were wondering), for example. I always prayed, but usually not in a spontaneous way. Now, I find myself just talking to the Divine.
I am focusing more on spiritual practices that I find connect me with the Earth and with life, rather than practices that I feel disconnect me. In other words, more savoring the delights of the flesh, less poring over obscure texts.
I spend time with Freyr almost every day. He likes to work out with me. (I find it really easy to enter an altered state in the gym.) He's been talking about the usual things, some more mundane than usual. He likes to ask me how I'm living fully in my body, on the less mundane level. On the more mundane level, he really wants Brock Lesnar to win the heavyweight title this weekend. (Freyr really does like Minnesota Golden Gopher wrestlers, including Lesnar.) I'm a Frank Mir fan, myself.
Freya stops by more often than she ever did before this past year. Last year I got the sense that she was "too busy." Maybe having Brisingamen at my house this year is changing that? She wants me to get busy on the whole sustainable living thing.
Squat and the Dancing Queer God are around every time I enter trance or do any witchy work. They give such relentless support. I am deeply grateful for them.
After receiving some difficult news on Monday (My father has cancer, again. This time it's a pretty mild kind of bone marrow cancer.), I prayed that I would be an open enough vessel to contain all of the mysteries of this world, including those that are more painful. I prayed that I would be a container of life, including the fears and hurts and wounds that are part of life. Since then, a host of Mysterious Ones have been making their way through the house like old friends, checking on me. (I even got a visit from Kwan Yin, which is pretty rare.) I feel pretty self-possessed about the whole thing, so I'm guessing that what I'm doing may be working.