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The idea behind the OTTO is this. In our early days, when we first become acquainted with the occult, it is often an awe-inspiring thing. After reading “The Devil Rides Out” we see an advert for the Sorcerer’s Apprentice in Exchange & Mart and send off in trepidation for a catalogue of amazing incenses and weird paraphernalia to read by torch-light beneath the bedclothes with chattering teeth - expecting hellfire to blast us at any moment. A few years later we have worked our way through W. E. Butler, Dion Fortune and plucked up courage to read Crowley and we are ready to argue the psychological validity of magical technique with anyone. What we have gained is wisdom and understanding. What we have lost is that old gut-wrenching excitement.

We know enough to steer clear of the ego-tripping looney with the piercing gaze and long black cloak. We see through his act and congratulate ourselves. But we overlook the fact that a good act can be a delight, a piece of street theatre, an art-form, an invocation in its own right.

The OTTO message is this: now we have grown up enough that we no longer are in awe of the charlatan, it means that we are now free to delight in the charlatan - to dig the charlatan. Now we are mature enough to realise there aren’t any ancient brotherhoods with secrets passed down from time immemorial, we are now free to dig those brotherhoods who put on a good act of being just that.

Now we know that all paraphernalia is just trappings with no value other than surface appearance, let us therefore maximise that residual value by making surface appearance utterly mind-blowing!

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Paroxysms of Magic, Lionel Snell (Ramsey Dukes)

as a side note: If you’re personally opposed to/offended by animal sacrifice, you better unfollow me now because I’ve got three white hens that need dispatching anyway in the spring (I’d do it now but I’m not leaving the rooster alone with a single hen for 4+ months) and I’m damn sure going to talk about it as I plan the ritual for it over the winter

It’s always a shame to see a working, focused magical group go off the rails when proper animal sacrifice is suggested

but it’s even more infuriating when the derailing comes from people who weren’t participating in the first place. If you don’t like the idea of animals being sacrificed, why can’t you just pack up your toys and go home?

The ginger and turmeric plants are doing well, despite dying back due to frost from a window left open over night last winter. The ginger flower buds smell amazing, as do the leaves too.

The ginger and turmeric plants are doing well, despite dying back due to frost from a window left open over night last winter. The ginger flower buds smell amazing, as do the leaves too.

I found an old stick with two distinctive burls when we started decorating for the Opening Day of the Season/Halloween. This is the turtle shell burl and this section went by the pond. The other half features a pair of testicles (!), so naturally it went into the half circle of staves around the sidhe stone circle.

I found an old stick with two distinctive burls when we started decorating for the Opening Day of the Season/Halloween. This is the turtle shell burl and this section went by the pond. The other half features a pair of testicles (!), so naturally it went into the half circle of staves around the sidhe stone circle.

Sometimes you forget

buddyblanc:

  • that you dodge bullets
  • that you catch knives between your teeth
  • that you wear the the ones that made it through with pride
  • that the other side of your face is filled with stars
  • that you made it through to the end of the day that one time, your back filled with the tails of arrows
  • that every time you want to die, you’re forgetting that you’ve already died a million times already
  • that destruction does not equal creation
  • but it is not always it’s opposite

found a big maitake/hen of the woods mushroom a few days ago that was in peak condition, so I need to hoof it back to the big creek (and take pictures of how the flood changed it) and pick that sucker before the squirrels do it for me

this definitely makes up for losing my mushroom logs that were about to fruit

the familiar spirits shrine/aka the Council/plus a deity
from the L-R: the BIRDS, the fox confessor w/ his possum bone keys, kali-ma and the rabbit all mixed together in the center, le loupe. the sigils on the white cards have been edited down so don’t bother trying to use them
you can’t see the details because this room is always dark, but there’s my wyrd rune cup, a Key to the Underworld, a giant piece of labradorite, a tiny green parrot for Envy, and a big piece of homemade charcoal.

the familiar spirits shrine/aka the Council/plus a deity

from the L-R: the BIRDS, the fox confessor w/ his possum bone keys, kali-ma and the rabbit all mixed together in the center, le loupe. the sigils on the white cards have been edited down so don’t bother trying to use them

you can’t see the details because this room is always dark, but there’s my wyrd rune cup, a Key to the Underworld, a giant piece of labradorite, a tiny green parrot for Envy, and a big piece of homemade charcoal.

This creek is about 15 feet from the house, just on the other side of the National Forest boundary. It starts in the bog and connects with the bigger creek shortly after this point.

This creek is about 15 feet from the house, just on the other side of the National Forest boundary. It starts in the bog and connects with the bigger creek shortly after this point.

Fennel

theheadlesshashasheen:

rembrandtswife said: Why fennel, I wonder?


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"So the benandanti with fennel stalks battled witches armed with stalks of sorghum. It is not clear why sorghum was the weapon of the witches - unless it could be identified with the broom, their traditional symbol (the so-called ‘broom sorghum’, one of the most common varieties of sorghum, is a type of millet). It is a compelling theory, especially in light of what we will say about the nocturnal gatherings of the witches and benandanti as the antecedents of the diabolical sabbat - but obviously this is a theory which should be advanced with caution. In any case, for the benandanti the sorghum seemed to symbolize the evil power of the witches. The parish priest of Brazzano, Bartolomeo Sgabarizza, reported having had this conversation with Gasparutto: ‘He begged me not to sow sorghum in my field, and whenever he finds any growing he pulls it up, and curses whoever plants it; and when I said that I wanted to sow it, he began to swear.’ To fennel, instead, whose healing qualities were recognized in popular medicine, was attributed the power of keeping witches away: Moduco affirmed that the benandanti ate garlic and fennel ‘because they are a defense against witches.’"
- Carlo Ginzburg, The Night Battles. (P. 24.)

It was also associated with Dionysos somehow, iirc? Can’t recall the exact nature of the association, though, so I could be wrong.

Obviously it’s because sorghum syrup tastes like figs and honey had a baby together, and witches have good taste (and fennel is nasty, even though I live with someone that fondles it every time we go to the grocery store).

Initiation via group.

theheadlesshashasheen:

It’s not for everyone. I know a lot of witches that have been initiated like I have - into a tradition/coven - make it sound like it is. But it isn’t. First, you have to be sure of the relative competence of those performing the ritual. I got lucky - the folks who taught me how to dance around crazily and make poppets performed mine, and lived in extremely close proximity to where I was when it happened.

Second, what you get out of it depends on your willingness to encounter new states. I went into my Alexandrian 1* initiation with years of Chaos Magic as a springboard, and even longer meditating. Subsequently, I ended up bound and hoodwinked for around three and a half hours. 90% of that time was spent “in spirit,” chatting with a certain female deity and having her tell me life events that were about to occur. It was, uh, bizarre.

This was followed by the typical rites you might expect, and a wall of drunk, along with something I shouldn’t mention lest I freak people out over something my line does and others don’t. Anyway - it was a great experience. And afterwards, my life went to complete shit as I had to make adjustments, but I was the better for it.

At the same time, I don’t think I’d have enjoyed either the fallout or the ritual at all without the previous experiences I’d gained before saying, “hey, I’d like to join your club full of madmen and madwomen.”

And if those who initiated me hadn’t been competent, I’d probably be completely against group initiation rites.

It’s all about where you are in your life, the competence (of initiators) and ability for you to work with a group of others, and the spirits. When those three come together, it’s a grand time.

When they don’t? It’s complete crap.