Thursday, 29 November 2012
Friday, 23 November 2012
Thursday, 12 July 2012
I fall into puddles that cannot contain me.
Her work is betimes perplexing as it is fulfilling; tiring as it is enervating.
Sometimes I wonder what in heaven's name I am doing. My fingers are worked to the bone; I could sleep for a thousand years.
But it will always be worth it.
Tuesday, 1 May 2012
I am cleaning up the mess that has been eating my life, as part of my Work for Her.
I need to respect myself, She says.
I need to take care of myself, She says.
I can't do that in this Cthulhu-like mess.
Clean house. Then formal ritual dedicating a whip to Her. Then feast.
It's Her holiday, so it's special.
- Beltane 2012 (innocenceandimmanence.wordpress.com)
Saturday, 10 March 2012
Sovereignty is total control over my own body, my own life, my mental and spiritual space. It's what I aspire to in my worship of The Morrigan; it's what I'm supposed to do for Her. She wants a tool that is sovereign; one that's untainted by others' energies and maliciousness. (The same idea for my own tools -- I'm not happy when someone else's energy gets on them.)
And I've been renting out my space.
I do this too often. And the tenants have left a mess for me to clean up.
I'm tired of being a landlady. For all I give them, they give shit back.
The land of my life is tired and broken. It grows nothing. I am barren, a wasteland wrought by people's greed. There isn't even any rain anymore, because it takes too much energy to cry.
All I can do is post an eviction notice.
Knock, knock. Your time using me up is done. Get out.