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Home Fire

Home. We don't really know how we feel about it. We may reject the place that raised us and seek to escape its troubling pull. Or we may long for an idealized home and set out to find it. But home is something you can neither escape nor find in its perfection. Rather, “home is the place where, when you have to go there, they have to take you in.” (Robert Frost) We can't avoid the imperfection inherent in living with those we haven't chosen. And even those we choose can disappoint us, and we them.

 

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  • Ted Czukor
    Ted Czukor says #
    So, tell us - HOW did you get to be such "a repository of (not so) useless bits of information on ancient religion, spiritual prac
  • Archer
    Archer says #
    I do have a rather futile Masters in English from a very long time ago, but anything I know about the rest is a result of being fa
  • Ted Czukor
    Ted Czukor says #
    Now that is funny! And I know exactly what you mean. Sorry about the double entry before; it looked like the first one hadn't "
  • Ted Czukor
    Ted Czukor says #
    Really nice, as usual. How did you get to be such "a repository of (not so) useless bits of information on ancient religion"? Did
New Year, New You: An Experiment in Magical Radical Transformation

My muse and I have an on-going disagreement of sorts.  Well.  I do.  She is indifferent as usual to my thoughts and feelings.  She clomps into my bedroom, Manolos in hand, Aviation martinis from the Lambs Club and a burrito from Taco Morelos on her breath.

 
She (kicks the bed):  Hey.  Get up.
 
 
Me: What?  It’s bedtime and we’re not talking friends –
 
 
She: Whatever.  I have an idea.
 
 
Me: Your ideas are disorderly and often inconvenient.  I’m going back to bed.
 
 
She: No, you’re not.  I’m going to keep poking you in your brain pan until you listen.  Are you listening now?  Are you listening now?  Are you listening now?  Are you listening now?  Are you listening now?  Are you listening –
 
 
Me: JESUS CHRIST, I HATE YOU!
 
 
She: So it goes like this:
 
 
So, you’re supposed to be, like, magicians, occultists, witches in the woods and the kitchen and on the soccer field, right?  Workers of wonder.  Dream weavers.  People who get shit done.  Isn’t this the year to make your own luck?  You’re feeling especially awful with the nights that never end and run over by the holidaze. You can’t drink endless amounts joie forever before needing a meeting.  So now’s the f*cking time.  
 
Don’t wait until that stupid glitter ball drops and you’re already making drunk and/or sentimental mistakes, start now.  Start now when it’s hardest.  Start now when you feel so weighed down with emotions better left to glittery and not so glittery vampires and when you feel like you could sleep forever.  Now is the time you need to wake up.  Get up, get up!  Don’t miss this moment.  
 
Create magics great and small, mundane and mystical.  Find everything you’ve been looking for, mysteries revealed in every form of divination and song and when you f*ck it up, when you are too tired to try, bring each other up from bloodied knees to get back up smiling.  You are all made of the cosmos and you have stardust in your veins.  Do something about it.
 
 
Here is what you’ll do, Tiny Charge of Mine.  You’ll write prompts.  You’ll explore.  You’ll fall down.  Sometimes you’ll lay there awhile, finding things under rocks that you never wanted to know.  They’ll pull you back, using yarn, glue, cajoling and stern words.  You’ll keep sewing yourself into who you’ll want to be and you’ll tell them, sometimes too much, because that’s your way and what’s needed.  You’ll find how far you can really fly when you’ve made wings to carry you and be breathless from your accomplishments.  
 
 
Here is what they’ll do.  Form a community of tealight hearths and skyscraper high bonfires.  They’ll whisper their stories, spirials of success and failure.  You’ll learn from each other, make each other laugh, piss each other off.  You’ll get things done together and alone.  You’ll be afraid together, so knees up.    
 
Ready?  Let's go.
 
The entirety of my free New Year, New You: An Experiment in Magical Radical Self Transformation course can be found here, with a prompt for every week for 23 weeks.  I suggest doing them in order, starting at week 1 ("Making Way").  You can do the course in a self-guided manner, either privately journaling your process or publicly, whichever you prefer.  If you want me to see that you're doing it, link each prompt on your blog and I will get the pingback about your entry and I can find it and read about it.  
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Pagan savings challenge, week forty-seven:  rising tides

I just finished writing daily hymns to Poseidon for the past month, so I hope readers will forgive a tendency to use oceanic metaphors as I ponder this week in the Pagan savings challenge.  Some economists love the idea that, "a rising tide lifts all boats," although some have questioned whether the sentiment -- which is attributed to President Kennedy, but was actually borrowed by him in turn -- is more grounded in reality, or just a recipe for grounded boats.

With just a few short weeks left, I certainly feel that this tide, crafted of my will, is lifting my boat just fine.  The growing pile of cash I see before me each week is a testament to my will and my relationship with the spirits of money.

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The Wisdom of the Underworld

Crackling leaves are burning
Transformed from life to death
The crow calls out relentlessly
To those unseen and life withers
In the blasting of its issue.

The Crone’s outstretched hand
Pulls me tightly to her breast
The air chills at her touch
Long icy fingers tapping out
The heart beat of life’s pulse within.

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Changing How I Feel By Changing What I Do

The problem with being a creature of habit is that it takes SO much effort to change my habits.

Way back in April I made a decision to break my bad habit of distracting myself from my own life by re-reading my favorite books for hours every day.  I had no idea it would be so difficult.

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  • Arwen Lynch
    Arwen Lynch says #
    Go Ashely go! I need to limit all tv time to bike time. By that I mean I need to ride my exercise bike if I'm going to watch tv.
  • Ashley Rae
    Ashley Rae says #
    That's a fantastic idea, Arwen! I need to get me a exercise bike for reading...or maybe a treadmill... Thanks for your comment!

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In ancient Rome, today is the feast day of Neptulia, set aside to honor Neptune, God of the seas and fresh water. The mythology of Neptune is somewhat a mystery, much like most of the deep sea remains to us. His early association with the Greek God Poseidon muddies the waters, so to speak. One aspect that differs in some detail is the more romanticized mythology of Neptune's ardent pursuit of his undersea queen, Salacia, a beautiful sea nymph.

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Compassion spills and overflows
The oceans of my Soul
Each drop moving through
Rivulets of prismatic depths.

A cadence of virtuosity as
Fingers move in pizzicato
Rhythm across ephemeral strings
The sounds of empathetic release.

Seeker of that which is
Just beyond the grasp
Slips like liquid sand through
The funnel of glass measured time.

And Devotion pools at the base
Of sun-parched throats
That willingly endure the pain
To spare another the distress.

Martyr and miracle
Saint and sacrifice
Each flow in opposition
Until the waters clear And the darkened path
Of return is revealed.

Within the shadowy depths
Of quickening waters
Creation heeds the call
As a newly formed compassion
Fills my thirst-quenched Soul.   

The focus of my personal spiritual practice for many years has been the refining of my emotions and the catalyzing of my creative will. The work I’ve had to do to accomplish this has been directed through the process of enlivening my energetic anatomy with the goal of sustaining those resultant changes in physical and manifest expression. For years, I drew on the knowledge base I have of the Eastern practices of breath work, yoga and the Kundalini serpent in combination with magickal workings. These applications worked well, but there was still a large piece missing that felt like a puzzle that has all of the pieces save the one most important end corner. I offered up the hunger I had for a deeper experience to my guides and was called to the Halls of the Egyptian Deities and the wisdom of their ancient alchemy.

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