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2016-11-10 09:19 pm

[sticky entry] Sticky: Link Roundup: Don't mourn~ organise

This week, I have been called once more to open my copy of Peter Grey's Apocalyptic Witchcraft. It is hand-in-glove reading with Gordon White's The Chaos Protocols. Where to begin? Well, as we're in for a shit-storm the next few years, let's start here (grab your broomsticks and hang on):
Welcome to the Apocalypse. This is the moment when we realise that the climate is broken. It’s all blood and roses from here on in. As witches we should prepare to fly on the wings of the storm. ~Peter Grey
In that spirit, as we fly, it is imperative that we organise at all levels, from the grassroots to the glass ceilings to be shattered. This post will remain open and featured. I will be linking groups efforts, those offering services, and those promoting community building in this era of division by hatred. Please leave any links that would help support this organisational effort in comments.


Actions~ Readings~
The #MarriageMilitia Project (and dedicated directory: The Marriage Militia Project) - a simple directory of clergy people who are willing to solemnize legal marriages for same-sex couples.

#Our100 - Strong women of colour leaders dedicated to liberty and justice for all.

Stand with Standing Rock - Protecting water, land, and the future. Stand strong for First Nations sovereignty.

SURJ (Showing Up for Racial Justice) - "We challenge ourselves and other White people to take risks as well, to stand up against a racist system, actions and structures everyday. We know that in that process, we will make mistakes. Our goal is to learn from those mistakes and keep showing up again and again for what is right and for racial justice."

American Civil Liberties Union - defending and preserving the individual rights and liberties guaranteed by the Constitution and laws of the United States.
These are the articles I've been reading and taking inspiration from:

*The Dark Mountain Project

*Dancing in the Ruins of Empire

*Thee Devil's Handshake: A Wytche's Grammer of Antifascism

*Resistance Matters

*Oh crap! What now? Survival Guide

*Become Invincible. Have Better Ideas. Never Give Up.

*Jailbreaking the Goddess with Lasara Firefox Allen

*Beneath the Rose

*InfoSec 101


 


ashtoreth: (dragon of eden)
2017-04-25 08:14 am
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Beyond Rappacicini

I told you I was the witch.
I told you I was the wolf.

I cannot dumb it down any more for you.

Society has already made you~
an ignorant cow, stupidly chewing
the cud of media bullshit
in the putrid glow of your television screen.
(Your kind makes me want to scream.)

I would try to elucidate you,
but I have given up the habit of banging my head against society's walls.

Instead...

I shall eat with you honey collected from the finest foxgloves and mandragora,
and grown in the garden you seek to Roundup and destroy.
My words always sweet to your kind, but dripping poison
to undermine you.

I shall perfume the air with salvia, wormwood, and myrrh.
My eyes watchful, waiting for you
to dip a drowsy nod & then I shall haunt your dreams
and turn your world inside out.

I shall feel the moist soil on my hands as I dig,
continuing to plant ivy to climb your walls and pull them down.
I will tend the slender willow, smiling when her roots crack open your controlled pipelines
and release the wild waters across your barren landscape.

I shall continue to anoint my skin with hemlock,
belladonna, henbane, and wild rose;
With my touch alone, I shall send you to the wild mountain to dance with the devil
and pull civilization from your shrieking soul.

I am the witch.
I am the wolf.

If you continue to seek my company
I shall, like Beatrice, kill you
so that you are reborn,
fit to keep me company.

 


Crossposted to Imps of Ink.
ashtoreth: (dragon of eden)
2017-04-21 04:55 pm
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Forest for the Trees

"I don't understand you."

You might if you noticed.


"I don't know why you (insert everything but the one thing you like here)."

I know you don't, hide-bound in
your orthodoxy,
your dogma,
your conservatism,
your fear.


You see only one side of the umbrella of me turning a blind gaze upon me when I twirl~


dancing in the rain.


You see only my back - or worse,
only the footprints I leave when I wander through the unmapped forest~


There's wolves there... and witches.
Which scares you the most?
You cannot grasp that I am both.


You want me to be just one thing.
You want me to be your version of me,
your vision of me sacrosanct in your imagining,
your security, your comfort, intact.


But,
you cannot force me to answer to one name,
one label,
for your convenience or safety, coward.


I am not a single flower, mother-fucker,
I'm the whole damn Garden.


 



Crossposted at Imps of Ink
ashtoreth: (saint eldritch)
2017-04-14 07:47 pm
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Good Friday with the Saints of Heresy & the Sages of Blasphemy

I have an interesting relationship with Christianity~ and to be fair, it started before I was born. My mother was born into a mixed marriage. Her father was (Irish) Catholic and her mother was (Hungarian) Methodist. My father's family was the opposite: (Irish) Catholic mother and (Hungarian) Methodist father. Needless to say, family get-togethers were entertaining.

For myself, from a young age, I noticed that the parishioners (of either religious flavour) were as sweet as could be to your face on Sunday, but wouldn't piss up your arse on Monday if your kidneys were on fire. This always struck me as wrong -- and I came to the conclusion that I was probably the only person in the congregation(s) actually listening to the words in red when they were read to the people.

I also was always drawn to the inherent esoteric mysticism within Gnostic Christianity -- which was/is a big 'no-no' in the dogmatic structure of the church(es). Needless to say, I gave absolutely no fucks and continued my own spiritual explorations without the added benefit of the benedictions of either sect.

So here I am, sat at my table, eating baked haddock (seasoned with lemon grass, garlic, and a hint of red pepper) thinking about my mom and watching the sun set over a verdant line of trees that have 'miraculously' regreened after winter's embrace.

I am not, as my children reminded me when we went shopping for fish, a good Christian, but I am a decent mystic. May the Mysteries reveal themselves to you this weekend, and may the blessings of Spring find you in good health.
ashtoreth: (red bloom)
2017-03-28 07:04 pm
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Suddenly, it is spring~

Image of cherry blossoms on 04 March, 2017 from Cherry Blossom Watch.The seasons have been at war with each other this year. We have had alternating weeks of summer temperatures followed by deep winter. All of the trees, birds, amphibians, and insects have been confused. The morning that this photo was captured, a lone Robin Redbreast (Turdus migratorius) sat with feathers puffed out against the cold looking at me, quite affronted that it was cold, wet, and dreary. The ornamental pear blossoms were also encased in ice, making them, for once, beautiful to my eyes. I am not a fan of white pollen, nor it of me.

Fortunately, it seems that the seasons are moderating now that we’ve passed the Vernal equinox. I say that with a large grain of salt, a knock on wood, and cautiously knowing that we’re really never truly clear of sudden snap freezes here until mid-May.

On a more personal level, I am moderating my own body clock now that DST has begun again. I struggle with it each spring. I am not, by natural inclination, an early riser. The fresh sunlight in the mornings prior to DST was lovely as it helped ease me into the new day. We’re gradually getting back to that, but the first week of suddenly awakening back up in darkness was a chore. The household animal companions are also settling into the new schedule and beginning to be up and alert in the to keep me company. The cats have been enjoying the return of the migratory birds visiting and feeding on the lawn. It’s entertaining to see three fuzzy bottoms peeking out from beneath the curtains, tails twitching almost in syncopation.

The dog, on the other hand, knows that this warming trend means longer walks and visits to the dog park. Which leads to more baths. Dog park visits mean lots of stinky stuff to roll in, as do visits to the beach. Other dogs might appreciate the care and dedication he takes in cultivating this funk, but other dogs don’t have to worry about upholstery becoming saturated with funk.

So, while it has been a strange unfolding of spring so far, there are at least familiar, comforting harbingers of winter's end present. I will keep my eyes and ears open to the other, more subtle clues beginning to arrive.

Image of cherry blossoms on 04 March, 2017 from Cherry Blossom Watch.
ashtoreth: (Default)
2017-02-08 10:27 am

Drive by Goddess

Twice daily, I drive by Mary — a perpetually bored and disappointed Madonna planted in the garden, her arms eternally extended in benediction to an increasingly oblivious humanity.

Some days, I drive by unheeding, caught up in the sleepy rush of pre-caffeinated working life… an ungrateful child, indeed.

Other days, I spy her, Goddess mantled in stellar blue, bridging the worlds: Crescent moon cradling the earth at her feet with the serpent and its apple curled around lunar horns~
Arms extended, sharing the blessings of the solar realms with us all… perpetually hoping that we eventually (re)kindle our own divine spark.
ashtoreth: (A on fire)
2017-01-30 11:58 am

Change ~ or, on the occasion of spring's impending arrival

 I'm not sure what it is that I expected when the queen waved her hand, conjuring ~ or at least trying to ~ once more. For the on-lookers, thrill-seekers, & lick-spittles to appear out of thin air?

Perhaps.

But I, the court jester, will continue to move in the shadows, weaving from pillar-to-post, dancing to my own inner songs.
ashtoreth: (Default)
2017-01-11 07:56 pm
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Winter's hart~

Deep in the heart-wood that reaches upward to crown the sacred hill, Callieach's white hart stamps the ground.

Antlered head cocks to one side as he listens to the birds speaking; sharing the best places to forage and the ones to avoid due to prowling cats and foxes seeking to put on winter fat. Once more the hart stamps the ground, steam rising from his nostrils to collect in clouds rising to crown his antlers. The conversation changes and he listens to wolves singing of winter winds and empty bellies; best to run and hunt lest winter stalk them later.

He nods in assent and his breath curls more around each point on his head. He bows his head to the ground under the growing weight. So he stands, waiting -- impatiently -- for the Queen of winter to gather his breath on her staff and spin out the snow-heavy clouds of winter.

ashtoreth: (glyph - lilith)
2016-11-09 04:43 pm

Today...

the sun rose, though it was veiled by rain clouds and falling autumn leaves.

I went to work. I read (with pride) my daughter's Facebook post schooling those who dared to blame yesterday's results on people who 'threw away their vote on a third party candidate'. (I've been a card carrying Green longer than her friends have been alive.)

I listened to people gloat and to those who were depressed. To both, I wanted to whisper, "Wake up and smell the Pleroma." It is all just an illusion...

Today, I determined that I will live as I lived on Monday. I will speak my mind; support those who have fallen; say 'no' when it is needed and to whom needs to hear it; I will dance under sun and moonlight, whispering heresies to the trees; and I will continue to work toward humanity waking up to its birthright -- no matter how much they may not deserve it. (Shades of A. Hamilton...)

Tomorrow, the sun will shine. My dog will greet me with a smile, and my cats will cozy up to me, and I will go to work and hope for more small behavioural breakthroughs with my students. And I will resist creatively... and fiercely.

I will be the witch in service to the land -- though it poison some as it heals others.
ashtoreth: (straife)
2016-11-02 05:16 pm
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Mostly Friends Only

"What new beginnings await in the dark?"
That is a question I recently read (& loved so much that I wrote it in my planner), and which has stayed with me since Halloween.

Once upon a time, I was firmly in the camp of clear boundaries: for example, Samhain was the firm end of the old year (summer) and the start of the new year (winter). Now, I lean more toward this season marking the liminal threshold between the old and the new.

Similarly, I originally made all my journal entries public. Now, I wish to enclose this space and reserve it for a smaller company of friends.
That said, I am open to making new friends here on Dreamwidth so I've opened a few posts up to give you a flavour of who I am and where my interests are drawn. 

Please introduce yourself in the comments below and let me know why you would like to be a part of my journalling friends.

~Ashtoreth

Public Fiction Journal~  Imps of Ink | Public Mythopoeia Journal~ Taurë Curuni
ashtoreth: (A on fire)
2016-11-01 05:53 pm

Paean

Dare I to introduce this account with the Homeric words Tell me, O muse, of that ingenious hero[ine] who travelled far and wide in the attempt to find the perfect opening? Perhaps.

For I will, depending on the aetherial winds that do blow in with the light of day, wander in pursuit of delicate and fleeting thoughts born of night and shadows. With my face turned toward the sun, I dance in the night's path, calling unto Hekate and Helios to be the gentle patrons of these letters.

Which is what this account shall be. Letters written and set adrift on the arcane electric seas of the computer realm. Dear...

But to whom shall they be written? Myself, lovers, potential lovers, or just to the muses? For those curious eyes that wander the electric seas and find themselves touching briefly upon these shores? For all of the above? Yes, for all of those I would whisper to on the wind, in the sound of the sea, in the moonlight, from the sun dancing on wave top...

Talk to me.
ashtoreth: (Default)
2016-11-01 02:07 pm

About me~

Ashtoreth Eldritch is both my pen and magical name for public use in writing and arcane circles. I tried keeping an account for writing only, but that didn’t work out so well for me. I am a witch & I cannot keep the magical separate from my writing.

Here on these pages, I am exploring the landscape of my soul. The place names will be both similar and different from the place names found in other mythic texts, for we all tap into the deep wells of the mythic subconscious as we manifest them in our waking lives. The some-times narrator of these travelogues is ‘the Witch’. The Witch is the mythic aspect of myself that does not follow the rules of modern society and walks through the older landscapes of the Dreaming with the Ancestors and the Shining Ones.
ashtoreth: (horned witch)
2016-10-31 06:09 pm

Witchcraft

Witchcraft is a poetic reality - born from the dragonflies that took shape in the sparks of the first blacksmiths hammer – as He forged Beauty in the cave of Wisdom."
- Frisvold & Ristic: The Nocturnal Gospel (tbp)
The power of the Witch lies in having every option open. Here, I will bring discipline, spiritual and mental clarity back to the forefront of my practises. Consider it, if you will, a public workbook and ritual for rewilding life.

Witchcraft is, for me, a carnal road: a road that is walked both in flesh and spirit, inseparable if it is to be complete. This red and white path of blood, bone, and breath weaves eternally through the realms of the quick and the dead. Where we walk, we walk in Power. So much of the witch's power has been given away in the misguided attempt to be culturally acceptable by the masses. Witchcraft is a living relationship between knowledge, pleasure, and power. It is a constant within our lives when we follow our path correctly.

Therefore, it is my desire to share some of my thoughts, impressions, and experiences encountered whilst pursuing and living a magical life with like-minded individuals. In these pages, I seek to reclaim the way of the witch. To live fully and freely as dictated by my conscience and will. To remake the world in my mythic image and dance with the Powers under the sky wildly and fiercely.

Some thoughts will necessarily be for my consumption only, or to be shared with closer friends, not for any reasons of pseudo-elitism, but from the necessity that some thoughts only are comprehended by those who speak the same language of the 'Otherness of the Eternal' which permeates the vision of those walking an ecstatic path.
ashtoreth: (dark place)
2016-10-30 06:11 pm

Writing~

Deep in the shadows, the imps of ink danced. They whirled and capered sending ideas to the sleeping Witch, giggling while black tendrils seeped into her skin and into her soul. They danced, they dissolved, following the flowing black ink into the Witch, melting into her Shadow. Here are accounts of the worlds at play beneath the common reality of ordinary life: worlds of non-Euclidean geometries, of ancient tomes and murmuring madmen, of ancient legends of undying evil, and of the mad gods at the centre of the universe.
ashtoreth: (a on white)
2016-10-29 06:14 pm

Contact me elsewhere~

I have a few accounts out in the wild world of social media.



By far, my favourite is Plurk. I like the way the timeline scrolls and functions, as well as the 240 character limit for messages... and the capability to crosspost to Twitter.

Find me on Plurk here - Ashtoreth's Notes from the Underground


The information for the Twitter account~ Mrs. Wormwood
ashtoreth: (a on white)
2016-06-13 05:27 pm

Farewell to Facebook

Following hard on the heels of inertia and discontent with a dash of restlessness, I've pulled the plug on my very dusty and long neglected Fa(r)cebook page.

And then I redecorated my WordPress blog. It was a lazily productive Sunday for me.

Then in the way of the universe, I was wondering if that was a wise move -- I am ambivalent about FB at best -- and was pleased with a bit of synchronicity in the form of Gordon White's latest Rune Soup blog post.

Time to move on from the endless recycling of the same memes, lazy "likes" in lieu of conversation, and start talking to actual human beings more.

It's a radical idea, but then again, so is Witchcraft.