Today I decided to go out in the backyard and have my own little picnic. I made a turkey and provolone sandwich and some iced green tea. I also had some cottage cheese. I spread a blanket outside on the grass and sat down to eat.
As I ate, I watched Mama Goose groom and tend to her nest as she sat on it. She got up once and seemed to be nudging the eggs, perhaps to tell her babies, “Hey, you can come out anytime now!” I also saw another goose, possibly Papa, land in the pond. He swam around and dipped his head in the water for bits of food. Apparently I wasn’t the only one eating lunch.
I heard all kinds of birds around me; I don’t really know what any of them were unfortunately. Some were in other people’s yards, others were in nearby trees. They…
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There she sat, ever watchful over the gardens. The birds came to her, almost weightless on her shoulders, and sang to her. Squirrels and rabbits and the occasional tabby played at her feet. Children stared at her, wondering if she might move.
That’s what they called her, though she didn’t know why. She wasn’t even sure what it meant.
Her dress did not sway in the breeze. Her hair stayed neat and tidy. Never was she cold nor was she ever hungry. But she always seemed so sad.
Her arm outstretched, reaching for something in the distance; she couldn’t quite remember what is was, though, it had been so long.
She felt a longing; and melancholy wave crashed over her like the many thunderstorms that ravaged the gardens. Her roses had suffered terribly this year.
What year was it?
How long had she been frozen in…
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“Dem bones, dem bones, dem dry bones
Dem bones, dem bones, dem dry bones
Dem bones, dem bones gonna walk a-roun’”
Bones are a type of fetish. A fetish is “an object regarded with awe as being the embodiment or habitation of a potent spirit or as having magical potency (source)”. The word fetish originates from the French fétiche which stems from the Portuguese word feitiço meaning “charm” or “sorcery”. Feathers, bones, crystals, and stones are all types of fetishes. Skulls and bones have an appeal to witches who perform spirit work and are a necessary and simple way to connect with spirits of the dead and of animals. Working with bones is not just for necromancers and black magicians. Practitioners who work with bones are a wide range of healers, diviners, shapeshifters, rootworkers, witches, shamans, druids, and pagans.
The safest and easiest way…
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This post is a tangent from a previous post “What is Darkness?” I think that from time to time I will expand that contemplation a little further by discussing how different concepts, or elements, are shaped by my beliefs… or perhaps how my beliefs are shaped by them. Occasionally I stumble across something that makes me pause a moment to consider its effect on My Darkness, or vice versa. Introspection is a tool for personal growth, and it seems an appropriate application to use in conjunction with composing these posts. A concept like “Darkness” is something worthy of unlimited dissection and microscopic examination.
My Left Hand Path adheres to certain inherent patterns of belief as it relates to Darkness and Evil. Others do too… and others don’t. I really do not care much what other belief systems and individuals adhere to. I am more concerned with myself. Something you will…
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