Some folks end up with these Teetering Towers of Doom altars - sky-high parfaits of leaves, trinkets, feathers, pictures, rocks, melted wax, shells, knives, unopened mail, dust, calcified corn dollies, unidentified compost filler, ribbons from Pantheacon and a broken pestle with a missing mortar. This - this is not helping. Read more
Church, to a Witch, is whenever you step outside in the morning. Church is when Mother Moon rises. Church is when you take a strange way home from work one day and later learn there was a car accident on the main path. Church is when you wake up crying tears of joy over a beautiful dream that showed you the way through a problem. Church is feeling the sublime stillness at the moment of the Summer Solstice and knowing exactly where you are on the Wheel of the Year. Read more
Flailing in Sunnyvale: I'm a Pagan with no musical talent and no rhythm. I have a horrible singing voice, can't keep a beat, and I'm a terrible dancer. At large group ritual there's often no place for the musically challenged, and I'm not sure how to bow out of the singing and/or dancing without offending people. What should I do? Dear Flail - What should you do? I think you should wait in the car. Read more
Sadie: Can I use magick to influence the basketball playoffs? Dear Sadie, No. Aside from the monumental technical job involved, there is that pesky Rule of 3 / Freewill thing to consider. Plus Basketball players are too smart and independent. Try Hockey. Read more
The Darkness that we witches utilize is merely the cream off the top of the Can O' Dark. The idiots who pulled off the Boston marathon bombing had been supping on the dregs from the bottom of the can, as well as getting high off of the fumes. Read more
The physical beauty of the pagans is just the outer layer of being more at home in our own skins. Anyone sober will tell you that Knowledge and Confidence are two of the most attractive qualities in any person. Read more
Everybody had a job, from holding the bird, to plucking feathers, to chasing down the chicken after the deed had been done. Much work followed, and that night they served - and raised a toast to - Henrietta. Read more
The challenge from Patheos: Explain your faith in 200 words or less. Well, first off, it's not a Faith; it's a Practice......but, Challenge: Accepted! Except, these words here don't count towards the total. This is just the prologue; the explanation; the set-up. The real words, the countdown clock - the deadline! Start.....right......now: Read more
The blackjack dealer dealt the first hand and when she got to my cards she looked at me sideways (like a dog who doesn't understand the lyrics), and then she spoke directly into my mind, asking me if I was a Witch. Read more
The Witches are slowly gaining access to seats at the Grown-Ups table of religions, but we should not expect any sort of instant hand-up from a group that took until 1992 to agree that that Earth does indeed revolve around the Sun. Read more
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