A Witch Without a Place — Chapter One

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It was sill three ungodly o’clock in the morning on Interstate 66 when Gemmy pulled over into the cracked parking lot of an abandoned Esso station.  Her PhD work kept her going at odd hours — consultations with farmers in India in the middle of the night, conference calls with her European advisors at dinner time.  And, then, of course, trying to fit in meals with Paris and the kids, teacher conferences, bedtime stories, a pap smear once a year, a dinner now and then with a friend.

She’d found a little pie store, between her industrial park office and the Eastern hives, a pie store that made OK coffee.

Not good coffee, and not great coffee, but OK coffee.  Coffee that did what a drug was supposed to do:  it went warm down your throat and into your stomach.  It gave you a reliable kick three minutes later and, by the time that you were pulling down your next gulp, your veins would begin to hum and your body would respond faithfully, as it had morning after morning for years, to the great Goddess Cafina.

The coffee — well, the coffee and the tapioca-studded blueberry pie — worked their magic and kept Gemmy coming back, early morning after late night, after dark sky, after just a hum on the northeast horizon.  If she wedged the go cup between her backpack and the passenger seat and drove for three minutes to the abandoned station, she could count on a few minutes of absolute peace and quiet, often the only ones in her long and busy day.  “Just a few minutes to myself,” she’d say as she turned off the engine, rolled down the window, and took a gulp of the pre-dawn air.

A few minutes to think of nothing at all, to just be.  Not be Paris’ wife, or Chessy or Herne’s mom, or Professor Mele’s star pupil, or the member of the coven who could always call Water, or even the woman in the spacesuit who came and moved the hives to new farms.  To just be her, Gemmy — the person she sometimes worried had been lost forever.

A swallow of the coffee and two bites of blueberry pie.  The darkness and the silence were dear old friends.  She’d manage the exhaustion.  She’d give herself just a few minutes and then she’d listen to voicemail between here and the office.  She’d wake them up halfway across the globe and get things going.  She’d remember to call Herne’s dentist.

And, then, starting slowly and building, she heard it.  A nightingale singing in the dark, here in the parking lot of the abandoned Esso station, in between weeds and concrete, next to the almost silent I 66.

Picture found here.

Monday at the Movies

And the good guys win, in the end.

The Magical Battle for America 6.2.19

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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.

We’ve been working recently with America’s bald eagles and we’re going to continue that work today.

Last week, we soared with the eagles and spied out local pockets of right wing nastiness.  This week, we’re going to work at cleaning this nastiness out using fresh air.

Return to the eagles’ nest that you’ve been working with and ask the eagles to travel with you to the site of right-wing infection that they showed to you last week.  If the eagles are unwilling to go, accept that, offer them a gift, and spend some additional time warding yourself and the place where you do magic.  But if the eagles are willing, go with them to the place in your neighborhood where right-wing evil is growing.  This nastiness has no place in our democracy.  It needs to be swept away and you are just the powerful magic worker to do so.  Call up a strong breeze, the sort that might be created by the mighty beating of eagles’ wings, and direct it at the site. This breeze is not to spread contagion; rather it is to sweep it away, to blow fresh air where stale, rancid air has taken hold.  Perhaps the eagles will use their mighty wings to help you.

Do this for as long as seems right and safe and then return with the eagles to their safe nest, high in a strong tree.  You can always come back and repeat this effort as needed.

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 water with mint in it or an icy glass of lemonade.  Have something to eat, maybe raspberries in yogurt or lettuce and spring onions from the garden.  Maybe you can set up a small altar dedicated to Eagle.  (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.

 

Always Be Reading

What are you reading these days?  What do you create?

Want TrumPutin Impeached?

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CALL YOUR REPRESENTATIVE.

Ever since the Mueller report was released – hell, even before it – there’s been a steady drumbeat from progressives/liberals/the left/the Democratic base, calling on Nancy Pelosi to impeach TrumPutin.

First, IMPEACHMENT INQUIRY. Framing matters, y’all.

Second, she cannot make a unilateral decision on this front.

As self-described “Congress nerd” and Senior Fellow at the Government Affairs Institute at Georgetown University Josh Huder explains far better than I could in his recent Twitter thread on the topic:

The House decides impeachment. The Speaker has powers but the House is arbiter. If 218 members of her caucus were behind an impeachment inquiry, it’d be happening. It’s not. She’s not holding back a silent majority.

How do we get to 218 Democrats in the House favoring an impeachment inquiry?

One member at a time.

Step 1: Find your Representative (if you don’t already have her on speed dial)

Step 2: Click the link to her website that shows up. It WILL have contact information.

Step 3: Pick up the phone, dial, and tell the nice staffer who answers that you want the House to begin an impeachment inquiry. Not sure exactly what to say? NeedToImpeach.com has you covered with a sample script.

“But my Representative is a Republican!”

Call anyway. Justin Amash (R, MI-3) has come out in favor of an impeachment inquiry. Others may follow if they get enough pressure from their constituents. And bipartisanship would REALLY help the House Dems on this one.

Also, 2020 is coming. Campaign like you mean it for whoever chooses to run against your current Republican Representative – or consider running yourself.

Stop bitching and moaning on Twitter and Facebook and to your friends, and CALL YOUR DAMN REP.

Image found here (and they have a petition you can sign, but really, call your Member of Congress)

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Still Got It

Go Punch an Alt-Right, Gamergate, Incel. Do It Now.

It’s a brave new world out there.  Your uncle shares a video on social media that shows Nancy Pelosi slurring her words and looking tired.  (The President tweets the same video and that video plays on Fox.)  You remember the campaign to replace Nancy Pelosi as Speaker of the House in favor of a younger (whiter, more male) candidate and, well, it’s easy to say that maybe it’s time for her to step down.

Later, it turns out that the video was altered and that the very people who go around screaming “FAKE NEWS!” are, in fact, pushing a falsehood.  And, as we all know, a lie can be halfway around the world while Truth laces up her walking shoes.

What to do?

George Lakoff suggests  that we not retweet or otherwise spread Trump’s tweets (and this goes, as well, for memes based on them), not repeat his nasty nicknames (even to point our fingers and say how terrible they are), and to always label a lie as a lie.  If you must repeat the lie in order to discount it, Lakoff suggests using a “truth sandwich,” in which you place Trump’s lies in-between two true statements.

Thus:

After the 2008 recession, President Obama saved the U.S. auto industry with a series of restructuring plans and new funding.  Donald Trump recently claimed that he saved the auto industry.  But Trump is lying; it was Obama who saved the auto industry.

You should certainly read this post by Occult Librarian, including this bit:

So, the strategic issue is, of reason is just rationalization of power, why would anyone relinquish power?  Why would they?  Sentiment?  With no ideal of Justice, or Love, or some other BIG IDEAL to motivate them, you are relying on guilt, sentiment, or threats.  Those are evanescent and can get overturned really easily at the first suggestion that if a group that is oppressed now were to get power they would use it for vengeance.  They also don’t give any foundation for actual, meaningful change.  I don’t want to just rearrange the chairs on the deck.  I want to change our relationship with power, which means changing our vision about what it looks like, what it serves, and how it relates to Truth.

And you should really watch this short discussion of the group that wants us to call it the “alt-right.”