Today I want to share a way of using tarot to slay your very worst magickal enemy.
My worst magickal enemy, you might be thinking, how does she know who that is?...
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When I was a solitary practitioner, I rarely thought of the gods beyond “which one would be right to invoke for this spell?” In hindsight, this was pretty selfish and a ridiculous way for me to treat deity. We don’t make demands of our gods… and when we do, we usually reap a quick and brutal lesson to not do THAT again. Fortunately, the gods that I invoked, summoned, and stirred were kind to me when I was new to the Craft and I didn’t have to learn a harsh lesson.
A Shrine of One's Own . . .If You Have the Space
When I first started studying in the ADF Druidry Dedicants' Program over a decade ago (. . . sigh), the wording of the program was a little different at the time because it was the second draft. I was studying with my grove, Grove of the Other Gods and our senior druid was authorized to proctor the class with my cycle and she was able to bestow certification of class completion. I need to caveat here as I need to caveat everything when I talk about ADF: My grove was and is a chartered grove, we follow the few rules that we are required to follow. We use the liturgical ADF ritual outline. But I can just about guarantee that our take on 80% of ADF and how we do our rituals besides following the outline is going to be radically different from the rest of ADF. That said, we're also one of the largest groves in the US so it resonates with a lot of people from our tristate area at least. My grove is not very "high Episcopagan", there's not a lot of ritual robes, swords or thee'ing and thou'ing. If that's your bag, rock out! There's room for everyone at the Occultists, Witches and Pagans table in my opinion. Despite being raised Catholic, it's not something that really stuck for me personally but a lot of people find that level of ceremony very moving....
A while back I had a call from my friend and colleague, Macha Nightmare. She had a new book deal and was looking for reasons to take pride in being pagan. As one does in these situations, she was consulting peers on the subject. That's kind of how elder-ocracies like the paganisms tend to work; it helps keep us honest.
“Well, we were first at a lot of things,” I said.
“Like what?” she asked.
The English language is an amazing inheritance: every word a story.
In Norse thought we find the fascinating idea that, as with humanity, there are different tribes of gods. One of these tribes is known collectively as the Aesir. This is a plural form; the singular, unfortunately, is áss. In Icelandic, this rhymes with house, but there's no denying that it's jarring to the eye of the English-reader.*
The English-speaking ancestors knew these gods as well, but unlike the good old pagan word god, ôs came to refer specifically to a pagan god, and so fell out of common usage. Eventually the word became extinct.
One of the reasons we fail to save money is because we fear it, and what we fear we don't think about as if that will make the fears -- and their causes -- go away. To solve this problem in myself, and keep me on track, I am awash in money; I started a money-changing business. Money changers have a long history, because for every solution money brings in simplifying exchanges, it creates three more for people that have the wrong kind of money. I deal solely in United States currency, because merchants in my area often don't have the right kind of money to give in change, particularly when banks are closed.
Immersing myself in money forces me to think about money, which is actually as much of a challenge for me as it is for other middle- and lower-class folks whose lives are in many ways defined by the stuff. It also allows me to engage with money magically, for every exchange is an opportunity to use money's true power. It makes my every transaction more intentional, and the results are in: I expected to be struggling to keep up with this challenge by now, but I'm not....
Like a lot of American kids, I grew up on a steady diet of Saturday morning and weekday afternoon cartoons. I plunked myself down in front of the tv for hours, lost in the adventures of He-Man and She-Ra, the Lone Ranger and Tonto, Tarzan and Isis and Aquaman. And, of course, Scooby and the gang....