Author Archives: Hecate Demeter

Monday at the Movies

My mother’s family was from Sweden.  She always spoke of the Sami with admiration.  I had no idea about this history.  Looking forwards to watching this.

The Magical Battle for America 2.17.19

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Now’s probably a good time to remind everyone to check/refresh the wards on your home or wherever you do this work.  (No, really.  You really need to do this.)  Be sure that you’re rested, grounded, and in a comfortable position.  Maybe wrap up in a blanket or cloak and grasp an herb, stone, or talisman that matters to you.  Grow your roots, send them deep into the soil, let them intertwine and grow small hairs to attach to the mycelia in your own landbase.

Breathe.

Anchor yourself firmly to your landbase.  Does your landbase have anything to tell you today?  Notice a small detail that will call you back when this working is finished.

Ground and center.  Cast a circle.

Breathe.

As you move to our American plain on the astral plane, you can see again the safe hillock where you do your work.  You can see the five giant banners, shining in the sky: Walden Pond, the Underground Railroad, the Cowboy, the Salmon, and Lady Liberty.  Do they seem more defined since we began our work? Do they have anything special to tell you this week?

For a few moments, just sit on your hillock and allow yourself to become comfortable.  This place should be feeling very real to you by now; we’ve been working together to create it for months and months.  What’s become familiar to you?  A tuft of prairie grass?  Buffalo off in the distance?  The scent of sand carried on the wind?  You’ve been involved in a months-long magical working here, joined with magic workers from across the globe.  Feel your connection to this place on the astral plane. It is always here for you, always a source of strength.

As you look to the Southwest, you see the Cowboy banner.  You watch and it grows larger and larger until it fills the entire sky.  You can see a cowboy out riding fences —  riding along checking for damage or gaps and fixing what needs to be fixed.  Fences had to be fixed so that predators couldn’t get in to harm the cattle and so that the cattle stayed safely inside the fence.  The banner becomes three-dimensional and you step in and find yourself on your own horse, riding along a broken fence that needs work.

The current administration is doing all that it can to tear down the fences that guard our democracy, especially the unwritten norms that have served us for so many years.  Presidents aren’t supposed to hire their own family members, use the presidency to profit their own private businesses, insult allies, refuse to release tax returns and real physicals  . . . .  They aren’t supposed to declare fake “emergencies” when Congress rejects their spending plans.  They aren’t supposed to incite violence against the press, or immigrants, or children.  The broken stretches seem almost endless.  And it may well be that you, out riding fences alone, can’t fix all of them.  But you can work on one or two.  You can join with others and work at fixing some of the larger tears.

Let your horse graze on the prairie grass while you pick up one post that has blown down.  Name it.  It is released tax returns?  The Emoluments Clause?  Not throwing school-yard taunts at political opponents?  Replace the post and begin to pound it back into the ground.  As you do so, you may feel called to sing or chant.  You may want to dance the motions or envision your ancestors or the land spirits helping you in your work.  Do you feel called to take action on this plane to restore this norm?

When the post is securely repaired, thank those who have helped you and ride back out of the banner.  Return to your hillock.

Breathe.

Slowly, come down from your hillock and begin to walk back to your own landbase.

Open your eyes.  Rub your arms and face.  Notice the detail that you selected to call yourself back.  Drink something, maybe dandelion tea with honey or a mug of cold milk.  Have something to eat, maybe a handful or almonds or a bowl of carrot and ginger soup.  Maybe you can set up a small altar dedicated to Cowboy.  (If so, please post a picture!!)  You may want to repeat this working several times this week.  You may want to journal about it.  Are you inspired to make any art? If you’re willing, please share in comments what happened and how this working went.

Picture found here.

 

Potpourri

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“It must be a small garden and a simple one; one man’s work, mine perhaps, and in any case not so large as to need an armory of mechanical devices or a full-time mechanic to keep these in running order.  However good the soil, the first thing I shall do will be to make two enclosures, for compost, each five feet wide by ten feet long and walled in to a height of three feet.  Into these will go everything that in a few months will ensure me a regular supply of rich, black humus, since I know no better way of having a garden relatively free from pests and diseases.  There are limits to the time, trouble, and money I am prepared to spend on spraying my garden with chemical preparations which can so easily destroy nature’s subtle balances and, by eliminating one pest, fatally leave the door open for others.”

My Garden by Russell Page  , quoted in Garden Dreams, ed. Ferris Cook.

Welcome to Gilead. There is zero chance this won’t spread.

I made lamb stew ahead of the predicted snowstorms.  I use the basics and add turnips and parsnips.  What are you cooking?

I’ll be presenting about the Magical Battle for America at this year’s  Sacred Space conference.  And, it’s on!  There’s a Between the Worlds Conference scheduled for Spring of 2020.  (More information coming soon.)  East Coast Paganism is a thing.  Will you be there?

Picture found here.

 

Words for Wednesday

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Hottentot Venus
I wish my pussy could live
in a different shape and get
some goddamn respect.
Should I thank you?
Business is booming
and I am not loved
the way I want to be.
I am an elastic
winter: sympathy
and shock, addictive
decoration. In the sunlight
my captors
drink African
hibiscus. They tell me
I look regal bearing fruit.
I am technically nothing
human.
I will never be
a woman.
Somewhere in my
memory, I was held
by a man who said
I deserved it.
Now I understand.
No one worries about me
because I am getting paid.
I am here to show you
who you are, to cradle
your large skulls
and remind you
you are perfect. Mother America,
unleash your sons.
Everything beautiful, you own.
Picture found here.

Time Keeps on Slipping . . . .

I had a talk with an astrologer today who was talking about the practice of grounding yourself in the future.  Do you ever do that?

Here’s David Whyte on a similar topic.

Monday at the Movies

Wonderful escapism:

The Magical Battle for America 2.10.19

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Now’s probably a good time to remind everyone to check/refresh the wards on your home or wherever you do this work.  (No, really.  You really need to do this.)  Be sure that you’re rested, grounded, and in a comfortable position.  Maybe wrap up in a blanket or cloak and grasp an herb, stone, or talisman that matters to you.  Grow your roots, send them deep into the soil, let them intertwine and grow small hairs to attach to the mycelia in your own landbase.

Breathe.

Anchor yourself firmly to your landbase.  Does your landbase have anything to tell you today?  Notice a small detail that will call you back when this working is finished.

Ground and center.  Cast a circle.

Breathe.

As you move to our American plain on the astral plane, you can see again the safe hillock where you do your work.  You can see the five giant banners, shining in the sky: Walden Pond, the Underground Railroad, the Cowboy, the Salmon, and Lady Liberty.  Do they seem more defined since we began our work? Do they have anything special to tell you this week?

For a few moments, just sit on your hillock and allow yourself to become comfortable.  This place should be feeling very real to you by now; we’ve been working together to create it for months and months.  What’s become familiar to you?  A tuft of prairie grass?  Buffalo off in the distance?  The scent of sand carried on the wind?  You’ve been involved in a months-long magical working here, joined with magic workers from across the globe.  Feel your connection to this place on the astral plane. It is always here for you, always a source of strength.

In the rivers of the Northwest, female salmon lay their eggs in between the tiny rocks and small stones of the rivers.  First, the females use their tails to scoop out tiny hollows in which they can lay their eggs.  Then, as soon as the male salmon show up to fertilize the eggs, the female salmon cover the fertilized eggs with bits of sand and with tiny stones.  Other fish, the trout and the bluegill, show up at the Sacred Wedding and try to eat the fertilized salmon eggs.

Have you been doing magic work, “mundane” work, or the “real” work that combines the two?  Have you been registering voters, letting local electeds know what you want, smudging local buildings?   Are you working to get local women elected?  To protect local wetland?  To fund local Black History Month programs or to ensure that local women’s voices get heard?  You, like the female salmon, have been laying your eggs beneath the tiny stones on the local river bed.

Stand and lift your hand above the fruited plain.  Cast a spell for fair representation all over the land.

Breathe.

Slowly, come down from your hillock and begin to walk back to your own landbase.

Open your eyes.  Rub your arms and face.  Notice the detail that you selected to call yourself back.  Drink something, maybe melted snow or clementines squeezed with lime juice.  Have something to eat, maybe cornbread with syrup or grits with buttery oysters.  Maybe you can set up a small altar dedicated to Salmon.  (If so, please post a picture!!)  You may want to repeat this working several times this week.  You may want to journal about it.  Are you inspired to make any art? If you’re willing, please share in comments what happened and how this working went.

Picture found here.