Spirit Journal: 2017-04-16.01

The theme of Nature versus Nurture comes up a lot in my writings lately. Not all of my dreams involving conflict between established traditions (Nurture) and personal abilities (Nature) are mere flights of fantasy. My immediate relatives reject me based on lack of a shared culture that was intentionally denied me (Nurture), but my ancestral chain going from Great Aunt Mabel™ and up are reaching out and seizing me anyway (Nature).

There is a lot to be said for initiatory traditions, sincere initiations, and formal education in paths, histories, and workflows that keep a (sub)culture alive. But a good number of those avenues are closed off to me, either by malicious intent or lack of disposable income. There is no “nurturing” to be had. I’m on my own. Continue reading “Spirit Journal: 2017-04-16.01”

Dropped Notes

You have to be your own person. It’s perfectly fine to use what you perceive of someone else’s personality as a template to compare your own strengths and weaknesses against, but you have to be you, not what you wished that other person was.

Things change, but nothing changes. But still there are changes.

Own what you say.

Own what you do.

Own your expectations.

It’s not a tug-of-war between orthopraxy and orthodoxy. It’s a question of how you walk out your faith and if that path is taking you where you want to go.

Yes, you are the Chosen One, but only in the context of your life. You are at best a minor supporting character in everyone else’s.

Your beliefs mean jacque shitte when I’m dealing with my gods. It is comforting to know mine are equally dismissed when you are dealing with yours. You are not the measure of my faith, and I am not yours.

How To Become A Worthless Abomination

You that is Worthless, COME!
You, the Abomination that devours! COME!
Ascend from the heavens into the depths of my divinity.
Pour into these pools of light so they are brilliant with shadows.
Let those that fear your revelation of their putrescence tremble.
Let me embrace you unto consummation and consumption.

Unholy thing that reveals the faults of the pure.
Evil thing that reveals the emptiness of angels. Come.
Corrupt my heart and reveal the lie that is perfection.
Corrupt my mind and reveal the hypocrisy that is beauty.
Release the base and vile within me that I may be unchained.
Open my eyes to the ineffable and know this too, is true.

Oh Anathema, come unto me.
Oh Blasphemy, devour me.

Let me become that which is evil to the fearful and the ignorant.
And become everything that I have been from before the beginning.

(Inspired by this trolling ask.)

(Hey achangingaltar! I did a thing!)

Dream Journal: 2014-03-26.03

The seal was originally installed at the mountain terrace. K and kir buddies allowed me to play ceremonial magician there until I started to realize this was not just in my head. The seal was scrubbed off later by a vicious wind before I was dropped into Rummer John’s care.

The Embroidered Man was my mentor and teacher over yonder. I wondered if he was a higher version of myself. (Did I mention how full of shit I was then?) My entry into the Boneyard was a result of him piercing the realms and dropped me damn near into Ravenwoman’s lap. He handed me off and never made an appearance until today/last night. Three years, the bastard. Someone has questions to answer, the fuck.

Shortly after acquiring that certain wand, I was dropped into Rummer John’s swamp cabin. But not before every external tool or identifier that marked me as a wanna-be ceremonial magician was removed and/or broken. The physical wand now had no connection to Weaver. Until a few weeks ago, when it suddenly “woke up”.

The four “angels” that I thought were assigned to the seal weren’t all angels. Only one was, and ke was connected to K. The other 3 are other things from other realms, and after the seal was scrubbed away I was only able to make contact with two of them. I have yet to gain admittance to where the Lord of Earth originally came from.

The Club Kaaba (or the Kaaba Club, the word order is important, but I never found out why) is an Over Yonder edifice established by the Embroidered Man and was painted in blood by yours truly. It is a magical place inside, and some readers had mentioned it is representative of Daath. After I was kicked out of the ceremonial magicians’ club, I never returned there.

Last year’s walking of the Path of Vau was at the behest of Lord Asmodel. He called upon Weaver to run a message as Courier. I would never have dared to enter that paradigm without that mandate.

Now I’m being not-so-subtly pushed to walk the Path of Cheth. I still have no damn good reason to do so. Watching these tools and these conflicting paradigms reassemble themselves in my hands is not doing well for my friendly attitude. Not doing fucking well at all.

Dream Journal: 2014-02-01.01

I closed my eyes for five hot seconds, and was confronted by an entity that wanted me to make a tarot spread based on a certain event and the things that featured in that event. The tarot spread would not be a passive reading of current events, though. It would have a component where the reader would be able to directly alter the querent’s probabilities to a significant degree.

The entity found out the hard way that being beaten with an inflamed holly branch is not very pleasant, and having been thus educated, ke departed.

Just because I can, doesn’t mean I should.

(And yet, you know this is going to bug the fuck out of me all day, because what if.)

Okay. Lemme work this out here, then. What if. What would be the positive consequences? What would be the negative consequences? What would be the negative ramifications of the positive consequences? (See also: Too much of a good thing.) What would be the positive ramifications of the negative consequences? (See also: Long term results.)

Alright, so I could make such a thing. Do I keep it to myself, or share it? If I share it, so I throw it out on the wind immediately, or do I send it to a few key people first. (It is my experience, that only ONE can keep a secret. Eventually, what is hidden slips away into the Internet. Usually, at the worst possible moment.) Once I have it, do I advertise that I have it? Or do I say nothing until a situation presents itself where it would be worthwhile to deploy? If I intentionally let it slip, how much responsibility do I bear when it is misused? Could others come up with this thing on their own? Could others see through the intentional blinds I’ll seed the public version with and recreate the event that inspired the spread?

Would I be able to live with myself if that does happen and the wrong choice is made to devastating effect?


I will not be the one to place the knife on the table and walk away.

Just because I can, doesn’t mean I should.

Idling: 2014-01-09.01

Yes, I still have that (second) crucifix. No, I haven’t made a rosary from it. Yes, it’s still pretty damn heavy on me that I should make one, and that it will be mine to keep. No, I still have no fucking idea why I should, and what materials should it be made from.

And I’ve been coming to grips that what my Christian churches taught me was the Christian god may not be the god of Christ. (Mindfucks. Mindfucks everywhere.)

But my engines don’t run on faith.

I’ve been burned by too many empty promises. Too many promises of freedom ended with a tighter leash around my neck.

I keep demanding answers, and the only answer I can hear is “Wait”.

So, I’m waiting. And drawing boundaries. (Don’t look at me like that. Y’all know I’m mercenary as fuck.) If this rosary was for a public covering, to give me the appearance of “fitting in” because the alternative is to place my life or my daughter’s life at risk, I’d be making so many rosaries, the local folk would be sick of me handing them out. “I saw you bought a new coat, this color would go great with it!” That’s not a problem for me. That’s surviving in a hostile place I can’t escape.

But this isn’t for that. This rosary is for me, and for those things I do.


And what will be the price of it?

I don’t mean the findings and the beads and the bruises in my palm because I need a bone-breaking grip to keep the bugger from flying off when I try to make a hook from a nickel pin that decided at that moment of its existence to be more resilient than titanium.

Why should I make and keep an item that is the symbol of so much god damn pain for much of my life? I am an Apostate. I am a walking Blasphemy. I have denied Christ, struggled with his angels, walked away from the presentation of [God the Father]. Twice. I conjure spirits. I call on the dead. I have made offerings to “foreign gods”. Et cetera. Et cetera. Et cetera. ~hand flourish~

Why now?

Why a rosary?

I wasn’t even Catholic! My whippings were all Baptist flavored.

I feel like I’m missing something in plain sight and the pains of my past keep obscuring my vision.

Dream Journal: 2013-10-18.01

Anon: “One of these days you’re going to get your ass kicked for calling a person in power such names.”

Me: “One of these days? My dear, I’ve paid for the privilege several lifetimes in advance already. I do not speak false when I describe them.”

Anon: “But such epithets. They are not comely.”

Me: “But they are true.”

Anon: “They are insulting.”

Me: “But they are true.”

Anon: “Others find offense because you speak such against their idols.”

Me: “They take offense because I will not ignore the truth. How they speak is on their conscious. How I speak is on mine.”

Anon: “And your ass.”

Me: “Yup.”

Anon: “And still you speak roughly against them.”

Me: “Yup.”

Anon: “Why?”

Me: “… Good question. Because it’s fun. Because better sharp truth than smothering pretense. Because I’m not above criticism. Because they let me. Because some make a game of it. Because some won’t hear their reflection any other way.”

Anon: “Won’t hear their reflection? What do you mean?”

Me: “Walk in Love and Light long enough, you forget how to walk in Blood and Shadows. Forget how to walk in Blood and Shadows, forget the faces you saw there. Forget those faces, forget their names. Forget those names, and you denigrate your gods every time you call them.”

Anon: “How the hell did you arrive to that?”

Me: “Next time you speak to your gods, call them by the horrible names of their horrible truth. See what happens. In the mean time, I’ll be with the twinks, the douches, and the incorrigible bastards. Playing poker.”

Anon: “The hell kind of answer is that?”

Me: “The kind that dares you to show me better. Take thou the challenge?”

Don’t Rush

A badge does not an enforcer make.
Lions can be killed by their prey.
Be hospitable to those you hap’ to meet.
Lest you meet your better this day.
A sword cares not what rank you claim.
A fire can court the wind.
Not one throne is ever-lasting.
All things come to an end.

Dear Problematic Followers

Last night, on Tumblr, I watched a devotee of a problematic god get anonymous bullshit thrown into her inbox. The Anon made disparaging comments about her god. The devotee reprimanded the Anon, and proceeded.

But then a second Anon left a comment referencing improper behavior towards the devotee’s god as undeserved and claimed any misfortune from that god was deserved. This struck me as the same sin in a different cloth.

Both Anons are cherry-picking the qualities of the god they wish to focus on, and deliberately ignoring the rest. Self-applied blinders, of the fanatical fashion. Both also presumed to tell the devotee of this god how she should interact with the god of her choice. Neither left the devotee the option of interacting with her god how she wills. It was either Abandon From, or Abandon To, and never a middle ground there be.

This morning, I thought more on the unfortunate comments and found myself quite angry about the situation. The god in question doesn’t matter. The devotee picked on, doesn’t matter. Neither one of those Anons were thinking of this. They saw someone behaving in a manner they did not agree with and took it upon themselves to “correct’ the devotee and to do so in an abusive manner.


Can’t have all this rage built up, right?

The following posts are copied from my Tumblog in order of posting. No corrections have been made for grammar, language, tone, or spelling. (Comments entered for this post are in parenthesis.)


Don’t like Deity X? Okay. Make a blog and bitch about that deity to your heart’s content on your blog.

Person A is a devotee of Deity X? That is your problem, not theirs. You do not have the right to take your personal problems with Deity X and dump it in Person A’s lap.

“Your god sucks. Your god is an ass. Your god is bullshit and I hope your life is fucked up for following that shitty ass of a god!”

Dear Anon, I hope your life implodes and the only god you can go to for help is Deity X. Keep talking that kind of shit. Are you such a god damn coward that the only way you can express any dislike of Deity X is to go to people that have obviously benefited from Deity X and try to take flaming shits on them? Fuck you and your jealousy. Take your Dance of Sour Grapes and hotfoot your way out.

(Anonymous questions are good. There are subjects that can cause the questioner much grief if their identity is known. However, anonymous questions attract the trolls better than a birthday cake attracts toddlers. Throwing insults and slurs behind the mask of anonymity is the work of a coward, and treated as such.)


Like Deity X? Totally adore and love and worship and are dedicated to Deity X? Okay. Good for you. Thumbs up, and shit. Just make sure you are prepared to deal with the not-so-nice aspects of your deity of choice.

Is your deity known for being what we mortals would call, “rude”, “treacherous”, “divisive”, “chaotic”, “boundary breaking”, “peace-wrecker”, “a pain in the ass”, or other related adjectives? If that deity was a mortal would there be a line of folks waiting for their Righteous Gonad-Punch of Retribution? Is there a line of other deities already assembled?

You can’t ignore that. You can’t say your deity is all love and sunshine and sweetness, while ignoring the trail of bodies left in their wake. Your deity may have been the best thing to you since honey and cinnamon, but to the person next over, that deity may have been the undeserved cause of torments, scars, and PTSD. Because you’re all sugar and sprinkles with Deity X doesn’t give you the right to erase what other people have experienced with that same deity.

To say Deity X, who has been well documented in accepted lore as being both a hero and/or a consummate ass depending on which way the farts blew (I paraphrase), is an ass to other mortals because they were an ass to that deity first, is to be the worst kind of blinded fool. There are enough fluffs running around cherry-picking lore because they can’t handle their most beloved of gods can be just as harmful as mortals. (If not more.) Your deity does not need you to defend them. You do not need to justify your love of a problematic god by attempting to stomp out every person that does not share your adoration. Don’t drop such shit in people’s inboxes. Otherwise, you are just confirming why your beloved deity is given so much stinkeye already.

Your gods have enough public relations problems on their own. Stop adding to them. Demonstrate instead why your deity is worth following despite the problematic issues.


(I had already begun receiving questions about the posts. I anonymized the questions, and answered them in a rebloggable format on my Tumblog.)

“Did you have a particular god in mind for ‘Deity X’?”



(Yes, it was one particular problematic deity and one particular devotee that inspired the ranting. As I wrote, I realized this was a problem shared across pantheons and cultures. Nearly every deity has something hush-hushed at first glance. Except for Priapus. No way to hush that up. Ever.)


“‘All of them?’ Isn’t that a cop out?”

Only if you are not willing to take a hard look at your own deities of choice from a non-follower’s point of view. Completely set aside all the reasons why you follow your deities of choice. Take a look at what others see.

If you can’t, pretend your deities of choice were incarnated. What kind of people would they be? What faults would they have? If they walked down your street, how many police rollouts would be called? Even if they dressed appropriately for your culture (assuming they could be talked into doing so), which behaviors would not make the transition?

For every deity that has an enraptured follower, there is someone that seethes at the very mention of their name. For every reason that you love your deities, that same reason is why someone else is willing to chuck their idols into destruction.

If you can’t see why someone would take offense to your deity, you’re not looking. I don’t want you to play apologist. “My deity is loved by all, because X!” Bullshit. I want you to take an honest look at your deity, acknowledge the problematic parts, and accept that not everyone is going to feel positive towards them.

You can do that for OTPs (One True Pair) and fandoms. Do that here as well.


Make of that, what you may.