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tw ms 1So I have always been one to do fun things anonymously. When I was a teenager I painted a huge sign that said smile and placed it among a highway. I’ve dressed up in long witchy wig hair and creeped along the cornfields at night. I’ve placed fortune cookie statements in people’s mailboxes and I’ve taped plastic forks with cake pieces on it to lawn gnome hands. I figure I could blog about it because most of you don’t know who I really am and if you do, then you have probably done some of these fun things with me!

Well here is my next adventure in doing free-spirited activities: I made charms I like to call Moving Statements…

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It is a positive, make-you think statement, laminated and made into a charm with recycled stuff (usually beads). On the back it says, “Keep or Pass Me On…” Hopefully people will see it and take it if they are inclined and either keep it for themselves or continue on the game of passing it on. I’m leaving them in public places. It’s a thrill to leave one. I like to imagine all the positive impacts it could possibly have. Even if it’s someone throwing it away, it still probably woke them out of their mundane routine. However, I doubt people will throw the charms away because they are so durable.

So far I’ve left one on a sink in a hospital bathroom. I’m planning on hanging them from public park trees, dropping them among the grocery store produce, sneaking them into on-sale clothes pockets and leaving them in elevators. Whatever floats my fancy. I’ve made a bunch, so I’m selling them for cheap at Twitchy Witchy, too. Have fun!

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Another option: You could even print out your own sayings you want public and tape them up places. It won’t destroy property, but it is still getting out there.

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The Caregiver – Caring, compassionate, protective, devoted, sacrificing, nurturing, and often parental. Usually very benevolent, friendly, helping, and trusting.

The Creator – Innovative, artistic, and inventive. Often non-social, possibly a dreamer, looking for novelty and beauty and an aesthetic standard. Prefers quality over quantity and highly internally driven.

Everyman/Everywoman – The “working-class” person; persevering, ordered, wholesome. Usually candid; self-deprecating, possibly cynical, careful, a realistic.

The Explorer – Independent, free-willed, adventurous; seeking discovery and fulfillment. Often solitary, spirited, an observer of the self and environment; a wanderer and constantly on the move.

The Hero – Courageous, impetuous; a noble rescuer and crusader. May feel the need to take on difficult tasks to “prove one’s worth,” and may see themselves as a “slayer of dragons” and become an inspiration to others.

The Innocent – Pure, faithful, somewhat naïve or childlike. Usually humble and tranquil; longs for happiness and simplicity; often traditional and may be seen as “saintly” by others.

The Jester – Lives for fun and amusement; playful and mischievous. Can be irresponsible or a prankster at times, enjoys good times and diversions.

The Lover – Intimate, romantic, sensual, and passionate. Desires finding and giving love and pleasure; seductive, delightful, but can be tempestuous and capricious at times.

The Magician – A visionary or alchemist who seeks to understand how things develop and how things work. A teacher, performer, or scientist; wants to understand natural forces, transformations, and metamorphoses

The Outlaw – Rebellious, a survivor, possibly a misfit. Can be disruptive, a rule-breaker, wild, destructive; may have experienced struggle or injury in their past.

The Ruler – Holds a strong sense of power and control; the leader, boss, or judge. May be highly influential, stubborn, dominates others in roles such as administrator, arbiter, or manager.

The Sage – Values enlightenment, knowledge, truth, understanding; viewed as the expert and the counselor. Possesses wisdom and acumen, and may be a bit pretentious; scholarly, philosophical, intelligent; a mystical and prestigious guide in the world.

Reference: Faber, M. A., & Mayer, J. D. (2009). Resonance to archetypes in media: There’s some accounting for taste. Journal of Research in Personality, 43, 307-322.

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Language is what defines our reality. In a postmodernistic view, where reality is subject to everyone’s own perceptions, language helps form our realities and can be different for different groups and individuals.

Words convey symbols. But what one word may convey to one person, can mean something so different to another. (Just think of all the connotations connected to the word “magic”).

It seems that with all religions, everyone has a word for God, but the words themselves do not match.

In fact, I personally think the word “God” is still too limiting to what it is I feel the Infinite Spirit represents. The word God feels so human to me. I once read in a Hindu scripture (can’t think of exact one) that people need a personal view and an impersonal view of God, so all the deities help a person connect to God, as there is a humanistic image of He or She, the impersonal view is called Atman (God within) and Brahman (God outside of ourselves). The goal is realizing that they are identical.  I like this perspective, as do many.

However, the word God, or even Goddess, is still limiting in it’s symbolic form. At least for me. Even if I try to connect to the impersonal God, I still end up imagining this old dude in the sky. Some people have an androgynous form of God they like to connect with, but it is still so human. Here’s the thing… out of all the hundreds names for God, what is it that God really means? What is it that God is?

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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~LOVE~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

If everyone could just accept this about everyone else’s gods, this would be the start of peace.

If everyone could just place LOVE on their altars, we would have the ultimate ideal for our lives.

LOVE is limitless. It has infinite forms. This is why there are so many deities and ideas of what they are. The world needs so many forms of Love. From the love of creativity to the love of the future generations to allow for death. Love is why we are here. Even if your parents conceived you from what most would deem as loveless sex, you were still conceived because they desired connection.

LOVE IS CONNECTION.

I am not saying I’m giving up on paganism or the God’s. Since love is infinite and we are part of this Infinite energy then there are many forms. Just like there are many, many people born to serve Love in many ways (teachers, musicians, librarians, leaders, garbage truck drivers, mothers, morticians, acrobats, etc…) there are many deities needed to serve Love in many ways  (Allah, Kali, Diana, Jehovah) and yes, many saints and prophets and wise ones (Buddha, Jesus, Krishna, Mother Theresa, You?). And let’s not forget about the animals and plants of this world!

Thus, I am a servant of Love. I am love and you are love.

So Blessed Be

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http://www.cianellistudios.com/spiritual_paintings.html

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I’ve been doing so much art lately that I wanted to share this post on cheap clay! The one thing I would add is that salt dough needs to be sealed well with clear coat and kept away from moisture or else it could deteriorate. Happy statue making!

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Years ago I used to make goddess figurines and such with plasticized clay (like fimo or sculpey). This time around getting into crafting again, I don’t really have much of a budget for craft supplies. I also don’t like the idea of the permanence (plasticized clay is non-bio-degradable) and the artificial feel. (I don’t know if they still have them, but there used to be a warning label on the packages of some brands that said they could possibly cause cancer.)

Since I don’t have access to cheap clay, nor a kiln to fire it in, salt dough came to mind as a cheap and natural alternative. At first I thought it wouldn’t be strong and durable enough to make things to hang on the wall and last a while, but then I remembered a special recipe I had jotted down from a library book (sorry, I don’t remember the…

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Moments I cherish…

Giving myself a break when my body tells me to slow down. This is accompanied by drinking warm green tea swirling with heaps of cinnamon and honey.

My husband and I mutually agreeing that cuddling is good enough for tonight because we are so exhausted from playing all day with our two children who bless our home.

Finding creative ways to stretch our dollar because it shows how resilient I am. Plus, usually the home-cooked rice and beans concoction I make kicks take-out food’s ass by a gazillion.

Having my family turn to me with their problems. This lets me know how much they must truly feel comfortable with me.

Watching the snow build up outside from  my window, because it means that I have a warm house to live in.

Trying to organize my excess of spiritual items,  because I am reminded of how much my spirituality influences my life.

Having a small house, because it means I can see my husband and children more.

Mowing the yard, because I have soil to do with what I please.

Staying up late to finish a school assignment, because it means I am one step closer to becoming a counselor in the future.

Having my husband work late sometimes, because his job is secure and he is valued as a hard-worker.

Running out of art supplies, because I get to go buy more!

….. now, if only I had this attitude about changing the litter box. 🙂

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Samhain… the one night of the year where I don’t care how busy I am or how late it is… meeting with my community of witches and journeying to the Underworld is going to happen!

We were all busy that day: I had school till 9pm. Tulie had Trick-or-Treat with her kids. JJ was still in the process of moving out of her house. It did not matter, because come storm or sleet, we were meeting! Tulie and I have been meeting every Samhain night since we were 12 years old.

We do something a bit crazy on good old Samhain… we find a cornfield and we.. we… run around naked in it! Every year I am secretly dreading it the day of. It is so damn cold outside and I’m admittedly a wimp about the cold, but once we are out there running around with the air kissing our thighs I am in love. We shout to the moon and sing blessings to the earth. We renew our spirits and recharge our magic for the next year.

When we go back into the house we are huffing, our lungs burning and our skin tingling. From here the transition is made into ritual space and we dance, drum, sing and call to the spirits of our ancestors and the land.

Hecate, Kali and Oya was honored last night in accordance to our own Dark Goddesses we work with. The circle became heavy with the presence of many spirits. I’m sure our guardians was extra-alert for any mischievous Otherkind last night.

At this point, we were all in a deep trance and ready to move onto the next Samhain tradition. One at a time we approached the altar and knelt in front of the Underworld poison… a deep crimson juice of pomegranate, and we drank of it deeply. Reenacting our deaths, we stumbled onto our resting place already prepared. The other remaining priestesses covered the now motionless body with blankets stained in pokeberry juice and ornate celtic knots.

We journeyed to the Underworld to receive our personal messages for the following year. Time seemed to be non-existent. Our gods showed us our path and prepared us for the upcoming winter. These visions feed us through the new year.

When we are reborn into the circle we awaken from our graves and approach the altar. There, laid before us, is all of the major arcana Tarot cards face down and mixed up. Still in a trance state we choose one to see what the theme for the following year will be. This year I received the Sun, which actually fit perfectly with my Underworld vision.

As the ritual winded down we chanted one of my Crone songs to the beat of Tulie’s buffalo skin drum. The night was a success and we departed with warm smiles and hugs.

 

Lyrics to my Samhain song,

We are Witches Three

by Cicada/Bonnie Waller

We are witches three 

 we have a holiday,

when we go skyclad

in the fields we pray.

We are witches three

My brother do not fear,

We only honor

the ending of our year.

We are witches three

Watch us part the veil

Out through the mists

The spirits we do hail.

We are witches three

You think we are pretend,

Won’t you join us

dancing with the dead?

 

Now to show off the awesome El Dia De Los Muertos altar at Western Illinois University:

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