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 !

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.

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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.

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

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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.

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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.

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Yea a warm morning here….

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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…..

Migration to the Red Lodge – first the Indian spirits, then the Animal spirits, now the Lwa

At the Red Lodge first the spirits of the Native Americans who once lived here. Then the spirits of the animals now dead but reincarnated and preserved in their bones wanted to migrate over there, “far away from the road”, which is i say as a blessing when i see a critter killed along the road. Then the Native American spirits, as they have done for over a decade here, took up residence. Then ole Doc Santee wanted a place like his lodge he had out in the mountains, a place of peace and quiet to sip sherry and talk philosophy. Now some of the Vodoun Lwa, the ones with animal heads or tails or other parts have migrated over there too, including La Sirene and La Dominadora, Naginis of Water and Earth, I listen and comply as my UPG tells me…

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Panoramic Video of the Red Lodge

I met a new friend today who i will teach Solomonic Magicke to. They had a should bag with this gold pin from their Gramma, a shield with the name ADONAI on it in Hebrew. I had to laugh since Adonai is the name of G-d in our Coven and the name i use for the highest accessible aspect of G-d in my own personal QBL system.

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And finally a pic of the base of the fallen Bear Oak Tree with the snow visible through the holes in it.

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NB – All Photographs Copyright 2015 GLHoke.

Knock Knock – Something Came Knocking at the door to the Red Lodge Tonight

I was chilling at the Red Lodge last night when for about 2 hours something came knocking at the door, knock knock. I thought it was the wet snow now melting falling from the trees but it was always in twos, the number of the Devil, knock knock. Even a friend on the phone could hear it though my bluetooth through my knit cap, knock knock. The first time i thought it was my neighbor so i went to the door, but maybe it wasn’t him, so my Glock 42 was cocked with a round in the chamber, but no one was there. Then i thought maybe it was a human intelligent discarnate spirit of the AmerIndian spirits that come down from the mountain, or maybe a Sasquatch, knock knock. Them i thought maybe it was Doktor Santee, who is always standing behind me of late, knock knock. Then i thought it was my dead dad come back for his things, knock knock. Then JJ called and even he could hear it and started to tell me his own phenomenon like when he received a PDF of photos of Dutch Jeff’s Necronomicon that his old York Coven has used since the 1960s for “burning”, knock knock. Something wanted in, and it did not feel bad or evil or threatening, just persistent, knock knock. So i bravely put on all my winter gear, army coat, hat, gloves, gun strapped on an out of the coat belt, long knife and went out and burned sage and spruce at the snow covered outside altar, knock knock. i meant to walk completely around the property with a flashlight looking for hooven or human or mountain lion tracks, but a strong cold wind came up out of nowhere so i was driven to walk back to my house, knock knock. Who knows what he/she/it was? One the way home i hit my hand with a scab on it and started to bleed. When i got to my house and altars i fed the blood to my wrathful deities, then took a nice long hot bath, drank some wine, and chilled for sure again. Strange Experience, as Lee Gandee would say….

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Yea looks like Blair Witch Project, i know. After these videos Lee Shawnus was never seen again. Signed. and dated 25 January 2015 by his Biographer H.P.Loveless….

Deity & the Divine: Herne the Hunter- The Pagan Experience

Herne the Hunter seems to me a more localized form of the God Kernunnus, which to me is the same as Pashupati Shiva, the Lord of the Animals in India. Here in the Appalachians he seems to appear to me more as a spirit of the AmerIndian hunter gods or spirits of Native Americans from the other side. He is hard to see as he is a good stalker, but I can feel him/them hiding behind rock and tree armed with spear and bow. Good article and pictures so i am reblogging this one and the post linked here on the Hunter God as Vampire, so TY Brenna and Blessings.

The Red Lodge Covenstead of the Blau Stern Schwarz Schlange Hexenzirkel of HPT/Frater SMSBFZ

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Across the run from me and back against the mountain is a dark wood cabin which maybe 50 years ago was owned by a Doctor and his wife. Then the property changed hands until DP and his gf bought it. They used to come up on their Harleys every couple months and stay over to get away from work in the suburbs south of here. After about 8 years they came less and less. They did recently have a green tin roof installed, which is nice. The rich man who owns almost the entire end of this mountain wanted to buy it from DP, but he would not sell. Finally one spring night, after a long hiatus in them coming up, i had an hour long talk with him and he checked with his gf and they decided to sell, as is. I took a big financial hit and bought…

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