Onion, Parfait, and the Mind: Standing in Oneness

The past couple of days I have been thinking about the relationship between different levels of the mental plane manifesting itself through various filters and with the motif of the greater divine. Let’s compare, badly so, that the mind is like an onion or a parfait if you prefer.

The mind is like an onion or parfait in that it is layered in its perception. Add on top of this a filter, our core mores, hormones, and values, and you have a very complex looking glass by which the Self knows anything, or thinks it knows anything. I did say it was not a perfect model.

By recognizing the fallacy of the model allows us to better combine the overarching truth with the model by which we are able to indulge the logical part of our nature that likes to put everything into neat little boxes. The first major fallacy is the idea that the various layers are set point with clear divisions; they are not. The mind, and the Mental Plane, are spectrums, so the whole onion thing just doesn’t work if we stick too strictly to it. Secondly, the mind has more nuance and complexity than the model allows for. The whole onion thing does, however, give us a mode of talking about it and better grasping things so long as we are willing not to become too rigid and set on it.

Each of the various layers are like different points upon the spectrum of the mind. I am going to very briefly mention four of them. Because they are what I have been thinking about. The rest of that was just me making sure everyone was up to speed.

Let’s pretend that our spectrum onion-mind-thingy is a pillar, which is nothing like an onion at all, but that’ll be okay, it is a bad metaphor to begin with. So the mind pillar’s lowest and most base level is the instinctual level. Note that lowest does not imply less here, just that some random starting point of reference has to be assigned and the bottom of the pillar fits well within our schema of cultural motifs. At this level it is pure instinct that informs us of action, behavior, and existence. Also at this level is any hormones and physicality.

Next up from the bottom is speech. For those that don’t know, it is part of the human condition, even when you can’t talk, to develop methods of communication that become standard within a group. There are cases of deaf children inventing their own sign languages without outside influence that are just as sophisticated as others. Language development is instinctual. Speech is the next level up because we are informed by language in a different manner than that of instinct. Speech tells us different things depending upon which language we speak in internally. For instance, native English speakers when referring to a bed breaking when John was jumping on it is likely to say, “John broke the bed when jumping on it.” Blame is automatically communicated and assumed because of language specifics. Whereas other languages are more prone to phrase the meaning as such, “John was jumping on the bed and it broke.” As you can see the language we speak informs us about the world. It is like a vast symbolic thought process inherent to culture, well it is, and this brings us to the next level—culture.

The next level of the mind is culture. Do I really need to get into how our cultural influences and inform us about the world? I think not; I have more faith in my reader’s abilities.

The top tier is the archetypal level. No matter the culture or language in which we were raised we all know what a mother is. The nuance of that idea and the experience of it may change, sometimes drastically, but it is a universal concept.

Now on to the thought I have been mulling over. In some moments of complete mindfulness and simultaneous surrender thereof we can completely allow the instinctual primal impulsive layer of the mind to act as a vehicle by which we land firmly in the archetypal. I am not arguing this is the preferred method. Just that in some very intense life transforming moments we find ourselves in the instance standing with one foot in the instinctual and one in the archetypal straddling the whole of speech and culture and yet knowing neither in those instances of oneness. I just wanted to say that, as it has taken me a while to come to an articulate place for what before has only been a feeling; but together the two are blessedness. The rest of the blog was just me babbling enough that I felt I could share that tidbit. I hope it makes sense.

Thoughts?

Boidh Se!

-Spanish Moss

"Lost in a thicket bare-foot upon a thorned path."

12-12-12 Madness and Witch Math

I decided to join in on the whole 12-12-12 day repeating fun. I, however, don’t buy the ‘it’s the last repeat’ thing. After all, January 1, 2101 will be a repeat, 01-01-01, in the same way that December 12, 2012 is. For that matter there will be other fun numbers along the way like 5-5-55 and 9-9-99.

But I did say fun right? Just so you know any time I see a small set of numbers, whether a total on a receipt, someone’s phone extension, or a date, my mind automatically starts playing with it in a form of numerology. I did the same when I saw 12-12-12 being talked about on social media.

As a little bit of prep, anytime you see the following numbers read them as this meaning, unless otherwise noted. It helps to have it all memorized as I do.

1=All, Unity

2=Polarity, Duality, the First Number that can be counted as divided, Two Pillars

3=Three Realms, Three Phases of the Moon, Three Faces of our Lady, Illumination

4=Four Directions, Four Elements, Four Cabbalistic Worlds

6=Six Rayed Star, the Sun, Higher Self, Holy Guardian Angel

9=Spiritual Nature of Divine, Our Lady, the Moon, Mystery

12=Signs of Zodiac

Also, forget all that math stuff you learned elsewhere, it does not apply to such. Welcome to Witch Math. Here we go:

12-12-12

=

1+2-1+2-1+2

=

3+3+3

=

9 or three-fold.

So Unity plus Polarity equals the Three Realms (As above so below), our Lady and Our Lord conjoin to make One. In this sequence this Illumination happens once for each Realm or nine times and the Mystery of the Spiritual Nature of Divinity is revealed. Told you it was Witch Math.

12-12-12

=

4+4+4-4+4+4-4+4+4

Better stacked as:

4+4+4

4+4+4

4+4+4

Look at all the ways we can add up 12; up, down, across, and diagonally. The Square of the Zodiac is composed of Three Signs for each of the Four Elements. Note there are 3 rows and three columns whereby the Signs influence the Three Realms. Each Realm is made up of 4+4+4 or better yet, each Realm is realized as the Four Cabalistic Worlds. I sure do love me some Witch Math. Moving on.

Already establishing each grouping of 4 is in 3s. We see our three-fold is in this case a three-fold of four. So 9 (three-fold) of four is 9 times 4 or 36. 36 equals 3=6 or that the Sun and Moon reflect each other, note we are dealing with two numbers (duality) and not just the meaning of each.36 is also 3+6=9 or the Three Realms are composed of six points (look one of those exceptions) around us as the center, remember this seven; these six and three are nine or the nine duille (leaves upon the tree of life) which are also seven in some forms of Trad Craft.

12-12-12

=

3+3+3+3-3+3+3+3-3+3+3+3

Restacked as:

3+3+3+3

3+3+3+3

3+3+3+3

Left to right (or right to left) this adds to 12 or 3 if we 1+2. But we got to 3 by 4, so 3 is broken in four; the Three Realms each has Four Directions or compositions and manifests within the Four Cabalistic Worlds. Also the three makes a line, up and down, and the four becomes four directions horizontally making a sphere. You are looking into the face of existence. 

When adding up and down we get Nine so the Face of Existence as the Three Realms and Four Direction as Manifested in the Cabbalistic Worlds is Mystery of the Spiritual Nature of Divinity.

12-12-12

=

1=2-1=2-1=2

Unity Equals Duality Three Times. The three in this case is ‘the Knowledge of.’ I am = Unity. I am That, That = Oneness with the External Duality. AND three is the Knowledge of I am and I am That conjoined.

Alright, I think that is enough. You get the point. So I do this with numbers a lot, and mostly without thinking about it. Anyway, they are all interconnected. All of them. Now that you have the basics of Witch Math, you can do the same with tomorrow’s date, 12-13-12, which has a whole other secret to be dug up. Did I mention I love me some Witch Math?

Boidh Se!

-Spanish Moss

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

Birth Story: Mostly About a Baby

New babies are always a change. It was true when my son was born and my daughter; and it just as true with the very recent birth of my newest daughter. This is the story of the birth, as I saw/see it. Some of what follows is event based and some of it is through the mystic eye of the Witch. Before you dig in, if might be fun to review my last post about babies, birth, and the spiritual sun.

The story of this birth started in March with the onset of spring; which incidentally is associated with the East, the Morning Star (rising Sun), new beginnings, and birth. It started in the spring with the decision to have a third child. Without delay my wife was pregnant; it was like this with both of the other youngens, I can only conclude that she is ultra-fertile. Seeing how we practice a religion that regards fertility very highly, we have no problem with this. As a side note, I underwent a very important initiatory experience in March.

It was only after it was determined that my wife was pregnant and calculated the due date did we realize the close synchronization to the Witches’ Wheel and the lore associated with our Holy Days. I can honestly say that it has given me a unique perspective on the role of our Lord alongside our Lady full in belly. The previous linked to blog post very briefly touches upon this.

~*You are now traveling in time to much more recent events.*~

At the last Esbat I did some work in regards to the impending birth and addition to the family; needless to say my wife has been doing some work as well, but if she chooses to get into any of that it will be her doing. I did two things during the rite, other than devotion work, the first of which left my voice harsh, and the second of which involved empowering a very large white pentagram candle, about 7 inches in diameter, and sealing into the candle the desire until at which time the candle is lit. The candle was dressed in the energies of protection, ease, health, and comfort to both my wife and the at-the-time unborn child. Such was the event the candle was clothed for.

The day before labor two important things occurred. Some very strict boundaries were reinforced for some family that needed to be reminded our house was not at this time an appropriate hotel and party spot. Sometimes such needs to be done. Secondly, I lit a 7-day candle and put it in the hearth. I blessed the candle in the names of our Lady and Lord, and sealed it in their oil. So why all the candle work when there are so many options? Simply put, they do not need any attention once lit, I am quite fond of setting lights, and I really liked the idea of having something burning in the literal hearth and symbolically. Plus, there was other work done, I just ain’t talking about it here; nine months of work is a lot to write out.

I went to bed early, as I had been doing for about a week. Both times that my wife had previous gone into labor it had been in the middle of the night… and was promptly awoken between midnight and zero one. By two any doubt about whether labor had arrived or not had been banished and phone calls were made to the midwife and two good friends that would be part of the team assembled.

Now that we were consciously recognizing labor and not just hoping for it to pick up and go, the wife did some quick labor has begun ritual stuff at the hearth and was replaced by me. I kindled my Esbat prepped candle. Look a picture (sadly the only one going on the blog):

The midwife was the first to arrive and started laying out what was to be needed and prepping all the various just in case items. The assistant was next, whom started setting up the tub in the next room. The sink attachment and I had a minor disagreement about whether or not it was going to function the way it was supposed to, and as I had already tested it for, in the end a bit of tape and determination came through and it complied. It is now in the trashcan in the queue for disposal. Next a good friend of ours that had been present at our eldest’s birth and a fine priestess arrived and took over all ritual duties slash lending a hand where ever it needed. I mean that both figuratively, heating towels or fetching something, as well as literally, she is one fine massage therapist and put her talents to work on the back of a laboring woman counter pressuring contractions. The furthest living away, my wife’s best friend and a friend of mine, arrived last. At this point labor was still at a point where we all could chat very briefly between periods of contractions… all while the midwife and assistant did whatever it was they needed off in the background.

Suddenly two things happened at once, the tub was ready and my wife’s contractions were done with any resting in between business. So we got in the tub. Yup, we. My wife climbed in and so did I. Cause leaning over the side just wasn’t an option. For the next couple of hours I sat in the tub doing my best to help my wife to relax, while her best friend sat outside the tub giving you-own-this support, with our Priestess friend blasting Reiki (I was too… I mean I am a Reiki master so why not?), saying prayers, and heating towels in the microwave*, and midwife assistant worked to keep the tub water at the correct level through strategic use of boiling water on the stove in my stock pot. Now the midwife… she took a nap.

Yes, you read that correctly; the midwife crashed for 40 winks. First off, we are not mad, are happy she got some rest, and would like for you to please banish any negative thoughts or feelings you have in that arena towards her. Here is why. On Friday sometime another woman started labor and delivered around 4 in the afternoon on Sunday. The midwife went home and had only got a couple of hours sleep by the time I was telling her that her services were no longer required in some future tense but now. So with everyone doing their part, and her part not quite having arrived yet, she with our blessings took a nap with but one small interruption.

A couple of hours before the push, while in the tub soaking in Great Mother energies, I placed my hand on my wife back, as I had many times, but this time while she was moving, and it caused her to holler “Don’t push” in a very upset pregnant woman in a contraction kinda way. I fully understood. It just so happens that the word push is the only one that journeyed unto the Dreaming Road of the midwife, who bounded to her feet ready for action, but we explained and she sat back down.

Sitting in the tub, my primary focus was upon serving the needs of my wife and life through her. The nature of the birth changed upon climbing into a very large vessel of birthing. I will just say that my wife placed the pain upon her head as a crown and opened the archetypal world through the visceral plane and did so in a place of still silence. It brought on some very interesting energy swarming in regards to the threshold between. It was almost at the moment when I recognized this familiar place that my wife said she ‘needed’ to get out of the tub.

This heralded the midwife, who experience must have told the time was upon us, and people set to laying out blanks galore as her and I helped my wife from the tub. A quick check of my wife by the midwife confirmed that the baby was ready to come across this world by the river of blood within a boat of flesh.

My wife was helped into a bent over squat position whereby she used me to support herself. Then there was a major contraction and a bearing down. Another major contraction and a long hard push… this was followed by a second at which point the midwife said “grab your baby.” The midwife you must understand was half on her back and half on her side, with one arm extended under my wife supporting the baby descending into this world. Plus, a lot of women like to catch their own babies.
My wife just wasn’t in a position to with my supporting all her weight. So I grabbed her. It was a very surreal moment of awesomeness tempered by ‘oh shit she sure is slippery.’

I did not drop the baby. My wife was helped into a better position as I placed our daughter into her arms. All just as the sun rose.

My wife was turned and sat against me as the midwife focused upon her craft. Once the placenta was out and the cord tying the two had ceased pumping the baby was blessed and anointed with water from the Well of Kildare with a bit of rose therein. Our Priestess-friend did this and severed the cord with a blessing slash prayer of welcoming, birth, and blessedness.

From then on the focus turned to checking the baby, cleaning my wife, cleaning the house, and rejoicing in one another. Interestingly it was at this point that I noticed that my white candle had burned all the way down, and someone else remarked that they noticed it had only slightly burned down at the point when my wife was getting out the tub. Yay for magick.Thus is the story of how my youngest daughter entered this wondrous world of ours.

Boidh Se!

-Spanish Moss

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

*My wife REALLY liked having hot towels draped over her shoulders. So it was ordained.

Spelling Magic with a K: More Than One Side of Knowing

I must admit to something. I like putting a ‘k’ on the end of magic. It is something that Aleister Crowley started a long time ago as a means of differentiating between stage magic and the practice of magick. As a young teen this is an argument I bought into. As an adult I think the idea of adding a ‘k’ is a bit silly, after all the context of the usage would make it very clear whether I was referring to cards tricks or some working.

If truth be told, I really, intellectually speaking, don’t think the two should be spelled differently. In fact there is a very real and valid use of stage magic within our arte. By using the principals of one you can increase the effectiveness of the ritual of the other. Now I don’t mean that pulling a rabbit out of a hat is going to make an evocation more successful. Other than provide an amusing thought, I think it would be a horrible idea to do such. What I am referring to is the principals that make it work, these are things that can make magickal practice (see there, I did it without thinking about it) stronger. Take for instance the sense of timing that a stage magician must employ in order to pull off some of his more grandiose illusions, one tiny slip up and the whole thing is exposed. Though we are using it to a different end, the application of timing in a group rite can work wonders to entrap the mind, senses, and emotions of the group. As practicing Witches we can learn a lot there.

A moment ago I pointed out that the spelling of magick as such is a habit. I do not, however, look at it as a bad habit. So it’s not a bad habit in my opinion, I don’t subscribe to the original rationale, and intellectually I can see the strength of the principals of stage magic; so then why do I keep on spelling it as such?

The answer is a simple one, I think the word, regardless of its usage looks funny without a ‘k.’ On that note, I think lots of words look funny as they are spelled, which is good enough reason for me. Such is the way of English. The only difference being is that I spell most words in the most common American fashion, and not the way I think they should be. The thing that makes magick different is the simple fact that enough people do it that way that generally I like to think that I can get away with it.

Fear not, all of this does have a larger point and isn’t just me babbling about my own idiosyncrasies; though it was kind of fun to do so. It all has to do with the importance of understanding, as an individual, why something is done.  As a Witch it is very important to delve into the reasoning behind our own actions. This does not mean that a logical reason has to be come to, nope. Just that the reason is understood is all. For instance, say in reflection an individual decides the reason they never wear shoes when standing in front of their altar, even when not working, is due to just a feeling that it should be that way. Then they, in their Craft, should not wear shoes at the altar and do so knowing that their reason although it has no logical rationale is still valid. The paradigm of Witchcraft teaches that intuition and emotion are important aspects of Crafting our way and that knowing oneself on this level, as well as intellectually, gives a better understanding that makes our Craft possible and relevant. The tricky part is learning to know when logic should give way to intuition or intuition to logic.

  

Boidh Se!

-Spanish Moss

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

Defining the Path of the Witch

So what is the path of the Witch? According to one religious studies scholar devotional paths are defined primarily as, “a means, or a discipline, directed at achieving enlightenment, redemption, or union with the divine.”*

The Craft fits neatly into this definition, albeit not all of the elements of it, our path does not seek redemption. Witchcraft is, however, a means and a discipline. That is why it is called a Craft, it is akin to smithing, weaving, or other crafts aimed at something. Our Craft just happens to be a religious craft, specifically employed by Witches, towards spiritual goals. By our Craft we are able to do the work of our Lady and our Lord as well as direct our spiritual focus thereof, which relates to both enlightenment and union. Of note though, is that different forms of Witchcraft define enlightenment, union, and the work in different ways, but no matter the nuances the essence remains the same—salvation.

In religion there are other methods of achieving the goals of a particular religion, which should make sense seeing as how each religion has its own diagnosed problem, solution, and goals. The Craft shares some of the elements of these other traditions but we do so within the parameters of our own paradigm; not theirs.

Some religions define their approach off of faith, thus they are often referred to as a Faith. To them it is about belief first and foremost. The Craft is orthopraxis though, and so belief is not primary. Instead the path of the Witch is defined by doing, by action, by practicing the Craft of the Witch. This does not mean that belief, and faith as a byproduct, do not enter the picture. The arrangement is simply different. The central theme with the various forms of Contemporary Pagan Witchcraft is that “practice begets belief.” Practice our Craft and you will develop some form of belief, as to what those beliefs might me, well that is individually defined. The similarity in the resulting beliefs is a product of like practice and experience, but not always, there is a very wide spectrum of beliefs within religious Witchcraft.

Just as the path underfoot is not a path primarily of faith it is not a revealed path, meaning that the path is not founded upon the insights or revelations that some individual had and taught there from. The Craft does have within it room for insights and revelations, they are just on a different scale. Individuals Crafting their path may have personal insights or revelations about something along the way, those epiphanies remain personal though and do not form the basis for the whole. They are personal.

Our Craft is a methodology of taking the lid off of our own cauldron, to see what is inside. As a result of such inner work we discover where our belief lay and do so with insight and personal revelation, but it is the primary practice thereof that defines our Craft as a devotional path; a very individualistic path even in groups.

It is a great misconception that Traditions define the path of individuals, nay they only provide a means for very different individuals to work together through shared practice. When those individuals are in mixed company or not in a group they maintain their own personal Craft—the Craft of the Witch is one of freedom! In the end, defining the Path of the Witch can best be summed up as “the things that Witches do,” whatever that means. Devote yourself to Crafting your path and the rest will follow.

Boidh Se!

-Spanish Moss

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

*Livingston, J. C. (2009) Anatomy of the Sacred.

Devotional Futility: By What Measure Are We Judged?

Devotion is not something that can be measured and compared; spirituality is not a contest. I like to consider myself to be a pretty spiritual person, but by what measure, that is an important question. After all, I do lots of religious things… and I have lots of religious beliefs.  How am I to determine the worth of the compilation of all of that if not by measuring it against some arbitrary scale of religiosity for which I have some experience? In short, if an individual cannot compare themselves to others to determine their spiritual worth then what do they compare themselves against?

Before I get into the answer that the Craft provides to the above question, let me briefly ullustrate why trying to compare various people’s level of devotion is a pointless act of futility. Let’s take two completely fictitious people whom I have just temporarily spun into existence upon the mental plane and will use Mercurian powers to spread their existence abroad; a.k.a. I will communicate their quality whereby others will know of them as the limited beings of this thought experiment for which they be and I have thought of them as. Hope that all makes complete sense.

Now Susie is a guy, let’s just say he is one that is a bit too fond of rhetorical argument and the color blue, but I digress. He was not raised in any particular tradition or faith, but has always held a belief in Deity. He does not attend any form of church or social group. He, however, has found a love for scripture. It doesn’t really matter what kind. He has shelves and shelves of various versions of the Bible as well as copies of the Talmud, Quran, the Upanishads, Bhagavad Gita, the Sutras, the Bodhisattvas, the Book of Mormon, and many others, far too many to list in a reasonable amount of time for the likes of this blog post. Every night after his evening meal, of chicken, rice, asparagus, iced tea, and two scoops of ice cream, he always has the same thing for dinner and never gets bored of it, anyway; after eating he sits down in his favorite chair with a cup of rooibos tea and picks a canon from his massive collection. He then reads a passage or two and feels the presence of what only he can call “God” as the intent of the words fills his thoughts, then a few more passages, a few more, and before he knows it his coo-coo clock is telling him midnight has arrived and he really should be in bed, he does have a long day monitoring the security cameras at the mall the next day.

Miss Britt, short for Mrs. Brittany, as she is quick to point out, and named after Britain, so she claims, attends the local Lutheran Church a couple of times a week. She doesn’t particularly subscribe to the Church’s teaching about life after death, and so with it a lot of the official teachings are not important to her. Who needs to bother with salvation if there is nothing beyond life? Anyway, she grew up attending this very church with her paternal grandmother and has continued to do so into old age. In fact, she plans to have her funeral here and to be buried in the small cemetery out back. Her only regret is she won’t be around to watch it; she does love a good funeral. In fact, any church ritual or ceremony is a delight to her, even the annual children’s Christmas play, though they butcher the acting and story a bit, it is a ritual to her, it is like clockwork, wonderful mesmerizing clockwork. It is in these moments of mesmerization that she prays, not to anyone in particular, just the words “Blessed are you..” In fact, if it weren’t for the feeling she got during watching a service, Miss Britt doesn’t think she’d ever pray, because it is only in those moments that she can escape her doubt and feel something more just might be, probably not she tells herself, but in the mists of ritual—maybe.

Alright, so there you have it. Who is more spiritual? Susie or Miss Britt? Truth be told, I couldn’t say. It is futile to try and compare the two. Likewise it is futile to compare oneself to another.

According to Craft teaching the measure by which we are to compare ourselves is quite simply and none other than ourselves. It is the individual that Crafts an understanding of their own morality and the measure of ethical success comes from their own ability to adhere to this position. Positions change of course, and that is all part of the point. If your Craft is composed of meditation and the giving of offerings and not ritual and social communion then it is there that you have found your personal yardstick. All of this, I know, is a gross oversimplification, but it should get the idea that we are our own standard and measure of individual spirituality across. Spend a few moments reflecting upon your own spirituality and know the lay of the land you have built for yourself.

Boidh Se!

-Spanish Moss

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

Learning a Twisted Tongue

The LBRP is an important part of my Crafting and is something I do quite frequently. For those that have no clue what I am talking about, it is one of the foundational rites found within Ceremonial Magick (CM). If you would like to know more, go read DMK’s blog posts about it:

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Alright, now that up to speed allow me to go a bit more down the rabbit hole confusing esoteric symbol sets and mashing the symbolic language thereof. Recently when I was transitioning between the opening Kab Cross into the first formulation I had a vision that will be very familiar to the practitioners of Tradition Witchcraft (TW). It should be understood that for several years my personal Craft was very much steeped in working such Crafting.

At first I saw my own interpretation of the image of our Lady and a large rose, this melted away to reveal a castle atop a rocky hill/very small mountain with a path leading up the slope, and with a river of blood passing by the front base. For those that are not aware of it, this is underworld symbolism. In Traditional Craft our Lady is often referred to as the Rose-Queen once she as descended into the Underworld to join Her consort; which interestingly enough happens to be the time of year we are in, the Rose-Queen sits upon Her throne. The castle is Her center and appropriately named the Rose Castle. Now the river of blood is a symbol of the blood of our ancestors as well as the river of time and the river Styx which must be crossed to in order to enter the Underworld.

What I find particularly interesting is that during a CM ritual, using CM symbols, I would invoke TW symbolism. To better understand why this is peculiar one needs to understand that different esoteric traditions make use of different key symbols that unlock certain meaning in their use and form a language for Younger Self to speak alongside Talking Self, allowing Higher Self an avenue by which to speak to them both. The language of CM and TW are very different. Yet here I was actively engaged in one twisted tongue (symbolic language) and it pulls up another, that in all honesty I have not used in about three years.

I believe that in the Crafting of the Kab Cross the light I pulled was, accidently, chthonic in nature and with my recent reflections upon our Lady as Queen of the Underworld, Younger Self turned to familiar, albeit old and unused, TW language by which to speak a message to me. That personal message aside, there is herein a greater lesson.

It is important when an individual is learning various symbols and engraining them into the language of Younger Self that they do so consistently. In my particular case there was no confusion as to the meaning of the different keys, but there could have been. Avoiding such confusion is important in the Craft, whether personal or group oriented. Imagine the problems that could arise if an individual was using both Native American symbols, this in itself is controversial, alongside European folk symbols; would a rabbit that appeared in a visionthen be for fertility or terror? To avoid this, be consistent.

Boidh se!

-Spanish Moss

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