Don’t wait for someone to save you. Don your armour, brandish your sword, and slay your own monsters.
Art by Sasha Fantom – http://sasha-fantom.deviantart.com/gallery/#/d518sim
Ave Babalon
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Don’t wait for someone to save you. Don your armour, brandish your sword, and slay your own monsters.
Art by Sasha Fantom – http://sasha-fantom.deviantart.com/gallery/#/d518sim
Ave Babalon
Many gods and goddesses are connected to wolves. Yet more have wolves as their sacred animals or faithful guardians. The spirit of the wolf is in all cultures, and is often a symbol of death, be it spiritual or physical.
As you enter the w
olf den, you can hear the sweet sound of pups. Warily you edge closer, and see their eyes are still tightly shut. The great Wolf Mother smiles at you as the pups nurse. But a warning growl lets you know the rest of the pack is near. You are safe here, rest awhile beside the Great Mother.~ Adapted from “Howl for the Ancestors” by Nightcat
You must have a room, or a certain hour or so a day, where you don’t know what was in the newspapers that morning, you don’t know who your friends are, you don’t know what you owe anybody, you don’t know what anybody owes to you. This is a place where you can simply experience and bring forth what you are and what you might be. This is the place of creative incubation. At first you may find that nothing happens there. But if you have a sacred place and use it, something eventually will happen.
That awkward moment when one of your trance songs comes up on shuffle on the bus, on the way to work, and because you enjoy the song you listen rather than turn it off. Which then leads to you feeling swimmy and starting to trip the fuck off between the music and the motion and the tiredness…
So…
I’ve done this