Monday, April 13, 2015

It's All in Your Head

Outside of my regularly scheduled devotional life this weekend had a few significant things pop up in my Crafting. Some of it was planned and some was just about going with the flow.

Saturday I cleaned the Temple Room, because it had fallen into use. I cleaned altars, shelved a few books, reorganized the library of shadows (what else do you call a cabinet full of BoSes and personal grimoires?), picked up magickal debris, and cleared away food stuff offerings that were showing signs of being spent. Generally I take the old food offerings to the edge of a forest, that whole threshold thing, but haven’t needed to do much of that since moving here. I’ve thought about changing that habit up a bit in light of there being a river less than 50 yards from my back door. Or I could always go with the ole crossroads method. Anyway, I digress.

So when I was gathering up a few items from one of the altars the words “What are you doing with those?” ran through my mind. To which I replied that I was taking them out and was likely to leave them at the edge of a forest. More words jumped to mind, “Take mine to a cemetery.” So now I’m planning a trip accordingly, which isn’t an issue or anything. I’m not surprised by this turn of events, but I will add that this is the first time one of my spirit allies has indicated any specific preference beyond my normal means. I can’t say this with magickal debris (items left over from spell-work) though; such is rather common in that area.

Now Sunday’s Crafting was all about tea. I finally sat down to have a chat with Nana. The tea was good. Though I didn’t have any scones I gave her some Girl Scout cookies instead. I feel the offerings were well received. Anyway, the conversation was one that was both deeply fulfilling and emotional tugging. I haven’t talked with Nana about anything going on in my life since my eldest child was still in diapers. Let’s just say there was a lot to cover just to get to where I am at now.

For anyone reading my blog that has never talked with their ancestors, start with just one. Call them by name, give them some food and drink (add no salt), and tell them about your life. Don’t worry about whether or not you look like you are talking to an empty room. Just remember as the subtitle to LMD’s book Low Magick says, “It’s all in your head… you just have no idea how big your head is.” Now with all of that said, don’t forget to listen, full body listening that is. Once you have built a good working relationship, call upon another and keep adding to the litany of names until your ancestor altar is full.

Happy Crafting!

Boidh Se!


“Lost in a thicket bare-foot upon a thorned path.”

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