I blessed my dear familiar, and we have allotted this day to her being. Our dear pit bill daisy continues to be a second skin to our home, thoughts, and lives. She moves when we move, loves when we love, mourns when we mourn. And most of all, keeps us safe both physically and spiritually in her sheer connection of life bond.
The moon in taurus we lit a brown candle and held things in her honor, stones we chose and messaged her with them. We said “bless our familiar, pet, loved one, god and goddess. May no harm come her way and honor her for being here everyday. So mote it be” and we put the stones on the altar, poured love into her and then left the circle to let the candle burn on her honor for 15 minutes!
Tarot today
10 of cups, I embrace the fullness of my emotional day on the swan laced in ivy preparing for the change to come.
I tossed a crystal charged with change and my fears into the wild lake last night as the wind viciously licked my face and smoke from the fire filled my senses. It was a beautiful night. In the dark blind twinkling clouds, she stood on the lake blessing me with purpose and wonder. Dark hair tumbling down tasting the waning moon lit waves. I couldn’t see the moon in the shade of the night, but it was there as was she. With me always, I believe I’m blessed and the spirit is there for community if we so open our hearts to the essence of our fragile,beautiful earth.
KI
not really sure why this post is here lol well thats ok i can work in its space of KI. The world is still spinning and we humans are still working! its fascinating that at any age we learn and grow. I have felt too stagnant from the ohysical transformation: huddled under something comfy, writing until i echo myself my world simmers to a dull whistle. Im glad for it. simplicity. AltarL is finally uo and a bit social! not entirely finished of course but its time to get back under the buzzing, humming light to tinker with glitze. Im excited at the course our society is taking, embracing “different” idealogies and practices!
AltarL
Your Drug
For the past month a narcotic has possessed my body and drove it straight to cliff hell. I was sure at any moment I would fall off, and, yet, I’m sure I wouldn’t. What has occurred to me is labels. Walking a supermarket shelved with items plastered, “All Natural, Organic”, shopping for clothing much advised by trend and ethics, or simply gardening with fertilized all natural potting soil; health concerns are everywhere and clearly not only a tickle in our subconscious. How do these two make sense?
I agreed to begin narcotic treatment because I’m a petite gal. I’m 5’3 and lucky to stay above 110. After I had my son three years ago, I shrunk and he grew…. and grew. This kid stayed in the 90% for a while, and I simply had a hard time carrying this ogre around. I had been doing all natural methods for 3 years at that point, and greatly they helped!! However, when I popped that little white bit of heaven, Tramadol, down my gullet, I was suddenly able to hold my child, vacuum, write, and dance on a may pole with merely an echo of pain of my herniated disc and fibromyalgia (labels). This began with only one tiny miracle a day: or so I thought. Over time, of course, tolerance began to settle in quite cozy and I became less so. And so, here I am a year and a half later not willing to bring my doses up to any unreasonable amount hanging on to one strand of sanity… one. It is easy to deduce that the unreasonable amount of Tramadol is any a day for any days a week as needed.
The nature of Tramadol is plastered all over the web. I find mostly women who have a disabling affinity towards this drug more than men though I’ve done nary a study. Simply, it is a synthetic opiate that simulates opiate affects with out the high, and, they claim, addictive qualities. I would bash them with a lance if I knew who “they” were encouraging dolling out this drug so easily, instead I swing my fists wildly in the beaten wind. Tramadol is morbidly addictive. I say morbidly because I felt as though I was going to die coming off of them and, having taken hydrocodone for tonsillectomy, I understand needing to feel the discomfort of detox. Yes need, because I believe we should never use this things if we don’t have to, and yet I see no reason ever for needed to have to take Tramadol when there are real opiate treatments that, due to their more natural state. expectorate easier from the body. Do not heed what they sell concerning Tramadol. If you don’t believe me just google away.
Poison Water
Lastly, I’ll not dribble unnecessarily about my poor decisions and their consequences; always do research and weigh the risks (check previous post about my steps for risks and consequences). I will however disclose the revelation of a society pleading for its humanity but tripping on the steps of convenience within the label. Even a lot of these all natural, hand made jewelry pieces I have researched for Altar L are in fact merely a mush of another persons efforts for the sake trend. Are all my pieces hand made? Yes. Are all the tiny pieces on them made by me? NO. And that’s my point. It seems we purchase so many things, not just jewelry, in order gain a simple moment of satisfaction; save money, look good, or painless. In short, I encourage people to shop second hand, antique, and purposeful. Should your bread be antique? No. But why not make your own with your own hands. I recently went shopping at the only store that seems to carry jeans for my lumps, and I wished with my whole heart I could be free of the idea that I needed them, free of Tramadol, free of it all. But, what about community at this point? I think there is a boundary in putting money into things that fortify the benefit of the community rather than Walmart. I sometimes see Walmart synonymous with Tramadol; cheap, addicting, and convenient. But, is that even simply GOOD?
In short, I want to continue finding and supporting not just local but international women or small businesses who make unique items that I can’t. And if I make a mistake, I hope to infuse my jewelry with healing and blessed energy from my heart and hands that mangled the details together in hopes that others will be inspired to live a life for themselves; not to appease their feelings, not for convenience, and not for ideals.
And no I don’t condone violence, I just really enjoy vivid writing because where else can you do things you would never normally do but in writing?!
Anyway I’m going to let my backyard grow amok this season, spread seeds and see what takes off! Back to the grinding table with incense a blaze dealing with pain and trends with my nails black from the earth and happy!
Keep up with my Craftings! I have turned my kitchen into my apothecary haven! I’m going to try and make an eye tincture tonight for soothing swollen, red eyes. I won’t run to walmart for a label that say it will do so for my convenience!
Blessed be, lets marry the world in peace, piece by piece!
Chamber Series!
Check out my stuff headed to store! Will be in etsy soon! Check out Altar L if you like!
Responsible Craft
One thing I find seeping into my pores after the sweat has been issued from labor is the dull sting of responsibility or consequence of work. Not all labor is beneficial. One thing I have learned during my 10 years of spiritual study is to validate beliefs and actions not in response to critical demand but in consequence to that which is least popular. In other words, of everyone is buying a Honda for good gas mileage should I buy a Honda considering only the popular aspects or really analyze the reality of its purchase: if I buy the Honda because I don’t have a car I will actually be spending more to get about as successfully as I am now. When doing energy work accessing I like to adequately consider the following:
1) Is this something that I need?
Making jewelry craft or spiritual craft, I ask myself if what I’m producing is truly something that will benefit or assist in my life or others. If I’m doing something that I could be doing on my own with our craft work or of I make a necklace I’ll never share or wear its consequence eventually will be affecting. Over the years I felt obligated to attend meetings or light a candle just because others were, not because I needed to.
2) Do I have the time? A lot of things we commit ourselves to generally cause more harm than good. We make promises and run out of time to keep them. We set things up to never pay them any mind. Books sit stiff spined. And all the while being spread thin, we are hurting others and ourselves. If you don’t have the time to take responsibility for an action do not do it.
3) Will this be in harmony? I believe in equal relationship with positive and negative relationship. Meaning that in an action there will be an amount of good and an amount of seeming bad. Both are necessary and both are consequential. If something seems overly, abundantly good then chances are somewhere somehow to balance the energy the negative will be absorbed. So, do we just live dull unpassionate lives?! I am disinclined to! Rather, I beg myself to be willing to absorb the positive and negative affects of my action. And though this may not always be possible, we really have to ask ourselves is the milk ever really for free?! No. Someone is always effected in some way. Balance is what I encourage. Consider the emotional and physical excretions of the action and the victims of its blessing or curse.
Considering the above may help us think twice before delving into and activity or craft. Not all things are what they seem in broad daylight. The darkness holds the heart of many truths and balance is necessary. Being able to weigh our actions against the natural structure of things evokes maturity and learning! May the weight rest in blessedness!
Grave’s Disease
The pain in the side for us all is the affliction of choice. But, I wonder at the consequences of things beyond our control. I did some energy work last Sunday; a calm, peace bringing candle work. Though my room was blissful and suddenly my heart found a new, simple path of purpose or choices. Monday I was vomiting insanely until wednesday. When by friday the symptoms eased save for the pain in my side and middle railed between my nerves screaming, I ran my happy butt to the doc. He said that it’s probably my Graves Disease initiating an autoimmune response causing my pancreas and gallbladder to become irate.
To what extent? I don’t know: the testing process is still in action. I couldnt figure out the consequence of my energy work. Because like all choices, there are always consequence. I don’t believe that the work of peace has claimed my organs as a penance rather I’m thankful that I am relaxed enough to see and act on this new experience. However, there is an issue of responsibility and consequence that resonates in any choice like any spell or energy work.
One thing I’ve learned is that though you can raise or lower energy to become something useful, you can not change the outcome with out first changing yourself. If you’re on the road to alcoholism there’s no spell to solve that until you chose to change yourself. However, there is energy that will assist in helping with transitions. Most often in assisting the change, we become complacent and inactive due to the manifestation of assisted change: something that was suddenly so difficult becomes slightly easier or clearer and so we relax. This is no time to relax! This is the time assess responsibility and to accept the consequences of past choices and future consequence.
Often in meditation and peaceful practices, we rely on their affects rather than our actions. I highly believe that anyone can benefit from peaceful practices as they tend to less manipulate or infringe on our life: they relax us and tame us so we can process.
But like having that sip to relax because I couldn’t lasso my road rage, I could rely on meditation rather than choosing to accept responsibility for my struggles and the need to manifest change. It is like we our digging our own grave with a heart for love and peace but a will strapped to the back of a Hearst. There is a simplicity of responsibility that many religious practices fail to attend, so speaks the aisles filled with self help books. We want the change, but how many people put into action responsibly that which they ask for?
Next blog I want to address how to access responsibility. It only seems fair when I’m claiming laziness on behalf of myself and others! lol I’ll give some tips on things that have helped me decide what I need to do actively and how not to take advantage of my meditation!
Holiday Blues
It really happens. Everyone is exuding glee an emitting sheer wintery bliss, I sit alone with a frost bit nose and not sure why. It doesn’t make much sense, because this is my favorite time of year. Not for the holidays, the chilly weather opens up the options in my closet and the accessories are limitless. But this Christmas I felt as blue as my royal, velvet skirt. The meaning of my actions whirled in my head, though I tried not to take myself too seriously. Then my mom gave me a book: “God’s Wisdom for Mothers”. It wasn’t the joy suffocating be or the twinkling lights in airports blinding my eyes. It was and is the simple notion of not belonging. Whether because of loss of kin or Christ, Christmas seems to be a reminder for many of what we don’t have. Some people over spend, others help those in need, and even those who have lost a family member feel the pressure of something missing. Though my situation doesn’t compare to familial death, I feel an immortal death from my family. Will I be with them in the afterlife? I can only follow truth to the best of my ability. But in the full bliss of Christmas, the tree doesn’t reflect it’s true meaning but symbolizes to me everything Christmas isn’t. Melancholy, yes. At least I got to wear a cute velvet skirt!
Sitting on an iron bench
Father winter wispers
My silk blouse gives the sun
A peak
Licking the wind on icy skin
Mother calls me home
My bones clatter down below
A wistle
Spiritual Cowgirl
My latest inspiration is my 5 year old daughter who dreams of being a cowgirl. So, I thought why not make western jewelry fashionably appealing to my hipster generation of lovers. This is what I came up with last night:
LOVERS BOLO TIE
Rose Quartz Pendulum on Rhodium Silver with lovers loving.
Rose Quartz is an excellent stone for love, drawing or opening the heart. It also helps you learn to love yourself! Headaches, sexual dysfunctions, fears.
C Craft
Here’s a sample of my writing skills:
How much good could in witchcraft craft
If a witch draft could craft good
Ok ok now I’m just making myself laugh. Maybe it’s because of my sinus infection. Onto my mint tea and jewelry craft now. I’ve got some new pendulums I’m dying to twist around someone neck!!
