Mockingbird

That is one amazing dark poem my lady. We are the Priest/esses if the Old Serpentine Wolf Catt line, in our mammalian and reptilian brains down to our bones and hair/feathers. Blessings and I am going to reblogg this.

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Let me clothe myself in shadows,

before I become a mockingbird for you

My wings are not yours too eat, scab and wound.

There are owls and ravens in my eyes,

Lakes of feathers, bristling in my bones.

You cannot tame wildness with a cage.

We peck at the roots and find liberation, for our bones are carved from the dirt.

I am death kisses and soft whispers;

Saturn scents coil around my spine like serpents.

You think that what you see is what you get

but the depths of my soul are inked from the blood of the old gods.

I am not your sin-eater,

I am the madness hidden in a small curl of hair.

We are edge-walkers,

black dogs and jackals,

We are Witches –

Brighter than the sun and

colder than the moon.

 

Poem Copyright 2015 of Nightshade author of The Purple Broom

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belladonna and fox bone

Was the hen killed with belladonna coated seeds? Were u under the influence of belladonna when you skilled, feathered and cooked the hen? Was the hen then stuffed with belladonna laden corn bread stuffing and consumed? If so then you and the hen had quite a trip, or are dead. Blessings of the waning moon upon you sand ocean Witch….

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One beautifully wrapped black hen wing and belladonna bundle, dressed with the fiery one’s command oil, knotted, and wrapped with black altar cloth to go with me to the graveyard this weekend.. perfect for a Friday the 13th if I do say so myself.

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An Appalachian Mountains Urban/Rural Legend or a Damned Good Horror Story from the http://fyeahcreepyshit.tumblr.com/ Tumblr Site

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My friend JJ from the deep South sent me this horror story, which as my title says may be true or a passed on enhanced with each re-telling “urban legend” or rather in this Appalachian Mountains setting a “rural legend”.

I think this may be a Wendigo which is something here Not to be f__cked around with as its appearance is equal to the American Sasquatch and Very Primal.

I can’t reblog this story from the http://fyeahcreepyshit.tumblr.com/ Tumblr page but

The link to the full story is there at  http://fyeahcreepyshit.tumblr.com/post/59547567314/anasis-goatman-story .

I previously blog posted on this phenomenon with my own experiences at https://blausternschlonge.wordpress.com/2012/04/27/sasquatch-astral-elemental-egregore/

And reblogged one from  https://blausternschlonge.wordpress.com/2014/01/29/wendigos-and-white-walkers/

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Enjoy your spring time jaunts into the woods !

Ways that Modern People Have Overlooked Warrior Women as Historical Fact

Great blog post MG, and i love the links especially to that Tumblr site which i am going to start following. I also found your previous post on guns i will review also. Two of the Priestesses in our Coven are definitely lethal and i would Never want to get into a fight with them for sure as they usually carry knives but also know that Anything around you can be a weapon, and you yourself in one’s mind/body are the ultimate weapon even without knives and guns etc. Reblogging so TY. Live long. Fight hard. Blessings.

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(Historians have assumed this woman was holding a cleaning tool – um she looks more like she’s ready to cut someone’s head off with that thing than polish the floor.) 

READ ARTICLE FROM CRACKED.COM

Cracked isn’t always the most accurate place for news, but the article I posted above makes some good points.

In modern depictions of the past, such as a TV series like Spartacus, we are shown an image of muscular slave men battling each other to death in the gladiatorial arena, while a woman’s maximum participation is cheering from the sidelines or later rewarding one of the gladiators with a blow job.

However, the truth is that female gladiators were quite common in Rome. There were many graves of decorated gladiators that historians assumed to be male, only to be surprised when the bone analysis revealed these warriors to be women – as if the woman just…

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The Brightness beyond Endurance: Gwyn ap Nudd and the Battle of Arfderydd

Well researched, well analyzed from both your right and left brain, and well written and documented Lorna. Fascinating….. Blessings.

Signposts in the Mist

In my waking dream spears pierce the night sky opening onto another night filled with rainbows and blinding stars. Battle cries ascend from black fog. In a stained glass window I glimpse a man with a hunched back in a green and mossy gown departing from a picture into darkness. From these images I derive my research on Gwyn ap Nudd and the Old North should begin with the Battle of Arfderydd. This is an account of my initial findings and thoughts to date.

The Battle of Arfderydd haunts Britain’s consciousness as one of three of the most futile Dark Age battles. It took place in 573 and was fought between Brythonic rulers of the Old North; Gwenddolau ap Ceidio and his cousins Gwrgi and Peredur ap Eliffer. All were descendants of Coel Hen. Thus it epitomises the internecine strife that prevented northern rulers from putting up a successful resistance…

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A Day in the Life of an Appalachian Witch 19-20 February 2015 – A Trip to Wapwallopen and some Weird Synchronocities with the Living and the Dead

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After no sleep at 4am I spontaneously drove north to the Berwick / Nescopeck / Wapwallopen area. I stopped half way up that two hour trip and took an hour long cat nap in a parking lot of an abandoned business distribution center.

Unfortunately i was not able to meet with two of the High Priestesses in the Coven d/t their schedules. I did meet with an old coven member for awhile before she had her son, whom i had never met before, take her to a doctor’s appointment to have her new pacemaker checked out, something i did of course for 11 years. Her home health aid was there and Lady Persephone and I were able to talk Witchcraft openly in from of the aid and the son for a short time, then i moved on.

So i decided to visit Council Cup mountain again after a trip to…

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Lee’s Photo Dump from the Last Week or so – All Pictures Copyright GLHoke 2015

Photos taken in the last few weeks. All photographs Copyright GLHoke 2015. If you want to know the place, date and context of the photo, please email me at leeshawnus@gmail.com though no one has ever done that. It is very late, and i am too tired to add comments, maybe tomorrow. Blessed Be and Enjoy !!!

OK, in the not so bright state of my first cup of coffee and a cigarillo i will attempt to ID some of these pics and their context. Descriptions above not below the pics.

Huge clay pickling jar with blue pentagram at local flea market co-op. Sorry the pic is slightly out of focus, but it was worth photographing it and i did not not the focus being off until too late.

13 Feb (1)

At same co-op a Civil War Calvary officer’s sword and sheath.

13 Feb (2)

Old straight razors. i am bought a cheaper one somewhere else and am going to attempt to use it to same on throw away razors for environmental and financial reasons. I already have the strap for sharpening it like at the old Barbour shops.

13 Feb (3)

Seven miles upriver there was a major AmerIndian battle over a large arrowhead shaped stone that was a talisman of victory in war. This is a smaller version made of stone not native found by the old coot who is extremely intelligent and world smart on his property. I will explore the area and walk the river when it is not like Antarctica  outside.

15 Feb (1)

Yea a warm morning here….

15 Feb (2)

Looking down through the old coot’s junk laden yard towards the battle site. Note the beam of light in the pic. It feels weird there and i am getting a chill now just thinking about it.

15 Feb (3)

His old 140 year old falling apart barn he is going to tear down and sell the weathered oak, which is one inch thick, and the old signage for the old hotel in town.

15 Feb (4)

Closeup of the smaller arrow head shaped marker stone. Looks like a dark oil shale stone to me, not too common here, but sometimes seen in this coal region.

15 Feb (6)

Cauldrons of iron and copper at the local co-op. I already have more cauldrons than a Coven of Macbeth’s Witches LOL.

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In a town nearby, on a road i have never driven, i found a place where they carve headstones for graves. It was closed d/t his/her father dying. How ironic. Nearby i found these standing stones and will wait a few days to call and find out what the hell they are and who erected them.

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Footprints in the snow of the frozen stream of rabbits, birds and a cat walking out to my neighbor’s bridge. BTW i saw prints of a maybe 2 year old bear, not sure what he/she is doing out of hibernation this time of year, but with nothing to eat in nature i am sure it will be hitting the garbage cans, my bird feeders, and any fawns it can run down.

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For the first time in 12 years here the stream with all its rapids is Totally frozen.

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Goddess altar on the old stump at Snakehenge at sunset.

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In the big old outhouse near the Red Lodge aka Black Cabin i am going to raise chickens this spring and here are some of the hens for sale locally, some of which lay coloured eggs. But i can get mine free from several friends, and laying cages for them too, just have to put up a fence to keep out the foxes and other predators.

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The deep artificial lake nearby has over a foot of frozen ice, so ice fishermen were out, crazy people i guess lol, and i walked around the middle of the lake, first time since 2005.

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Finis. Enjoy…..

The Duties of a Witch High Priestess and High Priest for a Wiccan Rite of Passage even for someone you do not know, but who Is a Witch

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i have been dwelling for days trying to write the words to this blog post, because there are so many profound angles and synchronicitys to it all. So i am just going to ramble on and tell it.

To supplement my meager SSD and pension incomes i am in the buy-sell-trade business and run it out of the back of my jeep. I dumpster dive, stop at places with lots of “junk” in the yard, meet a lot of interesting people that way, go to yard sales, go to store front buy-sell-trade stores, find stuff along the road, dig up stuff in old forgotten dumps, etc etc etc. I make a little extra money that way, but also find some treasures i cannot part with and make some Incredible deals. My specialties are old iron tools, antiques furniture, and religious iconography. It keeps me busy and distracted and gives me…

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