Spiritual Tribe Seeking – A matter of Soul?

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In recent years, certain phrases and the concepts behind them have spread like wildfire, and perhaps one of the most prominent has to be Tribe. 

After recently discussing this concept with the wonderful Joanna Devoe and my dear Tribee Cris Ashburn, my brain had began to percolate with the notion of the many tribes that we may come into contact with throughout our lives; mainly dividing these up into the concept of Earth Tribe and Soul Tribe.

I will say, before discussing this further, that ultimately, I feel that we are all one tribe, every living being on this planet, humanoid and otherwise, and that we have to a large degree, willfully forgotten this, seeking to create division from others for a whole host of self serving reasons.

The reasoning behind seeking out ones spiritual tribe is the human drive to connect; a force with no small power behind it, the urge to be seen, heard, valued and loved are deeply entrenched values, even urges, within most of our psyches.
Ultimately we want to feel as though we belong, which hearkens back to the Cult of Not Belonging which I have discussed before.

The idea of Tribe is almost primal in nature, suggesting a desire to reject modern social templates for interacting with other human beings and the world around us in favour of a way that harmonizes with nature and cyclic existence.
For many the term Tribe is usually associated with Native American spirituality (who still use the terminology to depict the different groups within their society) which provides an idealized template for many modern spiritualists, who consider the idea of connection and reverence to Earth and all inhabitants to be sorely missing in most other cultures.

There is an inward drive for deeper, more meaningful connection. Something that enriches our lives on a completely different level than we usually find.

There are many problems associated with this idealistic connection that can cause pitfalls in human interactivity however, and if we are limiting our idea of what Tribe is “allowed” to be within our own mindset, then we set ourselves up for disappointment.

It is perhaps a universal truth that people are never entirely who we expect them to be, and the more we garner a perception of them in our heads, the more likely we are to be wrong about them as an individual.
Not only does this set us up for personal disappointment, it is also hugely unfair on the person with whom we are interacting; almost divorcing them from their humanity; we place conditions on their worth to us.
This, for the record, is not what I consider to be connecting to Tribe in any sense of the word, either Soul Tribe or Earth Tribe.

Earth tribe is what I have loosely termed the connections we have with people in our lives whom we value, connect with, and likely hold common goals and values with.
Soul tribe, in my experience, is something else entirely.

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Group dynamics can, and often are, ruined by a toxic element which is conditioned into us from an early age, whereby personal judgment creeps into the group space. This is often on a superficial level; monetary wealth, physical attributes and so forth erode the relationships within a group.
This is not the case in Soul tribe.

I have seen many idealized assertions about soul tribe however, and I wish to say that these too are deeply damaging to the way we view our connections to other people.

It is perfectly normal to experience all emotions, including jealousy.
The difference in soul tribe is that nothing is hidden away and everything is on the table for discussion.

In Soul tribe, the connection, and the individual, are valued, which includes ALL elements of the human experience.
I do not believe in labeling any emotion as ‘negative’ as long as the root of the emotional response is identified and discussed; laying the foundation for further emotional, mental and spiritual work within the group.

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Soul tribe is not a place where the individuals will ever excuse you from doing the work, nor is it an ‘easy ride’ where everyone agrees with you; it is in fact, the opposite; where the individuals are safe to disagree (respectfully) with one another and can discuss any topic openly without fear of rejection.

Discussion will likely stem from seeking out the causes of personal reaction in order to help the others involved.
Gossip is seemingly a habit of humanity which can cause a great deal of harm, indeed it is often dedicated to the degradation of another.
In Soul tribe, whilst there is always a safe space provided to vent about the behaviours of other people if needed, the conversation turns instead to why this poking a shadow of the tribe member. There is a moment to let the poison out and then the spiritual business of cleansing that wound begins to let it heal, and again, the work can flow forth from that point.

Perceived weaknesses of the self, vulnerabilities, so-called failures… are all visible.

This can seem disconcerting to begin with, and indeed it can feel uncomfortable at points; we as human beings are sadly used to concealing the parts of ourselves that we feel make us undesirable friends or partners.
Earth tribe connections may well hear us out with our troubles, and even provide advice and help the same way a Soul tribe might, but Soul tribe is likely to offer deeper insight and confront us when we seek to hide elements of our experience (in order to ‘look better’ or because we’re afraid of certain aspects of an experience, whatever it might be.)

Soul tribe also connects energetically in a way which is almost surreal, and certainly is not atypical of any personal interaction, even within spiritual groups.

Firstly, there is a natural energetic bond that simply happens. The individuals are connected without ever having to try; they seem to sense one another, know how the others are feeling and if they are needed, and likely will receive spiritual messages for others in the group or for the group as a whole.

If magickal ritual is performed together, their energetic bodies will likely fuse in a way that is again, unlike performing magick with any other individuals.
To give a pop culture reference it’s a bit like spiritual Power Rangers.
I cannot fully explain how or why this occurs, I just have personal experience that it does, and not entirely how one would expect.
With Earth tribe, we may sense each other, and even connect to an extent, but we still feel a level of separation. This is not to demean Earth tribes whatsoever, those connections are still deep and meaningful, even necessary.

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There is also the difficult aspect of Tribe Shadow work.
Only Soul Tribe can hope to overcome this, because it is by all accounts, difficult.

Tribe Shadow is whereby all members are dealing with one theme or energy that is poking their shadow, and whilst the reactions to the issue can differ, the root (the shadow) is very similar. This necessitates the kinds of connection which can allow for others to be suffering whilst we too are suffering from similar vibrations, and seek to help each other in whatever way that best manifests.
Sometimes, it is the silent presence that offers a presence, and allows the other to feel or express themselves. Sometimes it is the truth teller, that holds space and echoes the person so they can find their truth and path within the difficulty.

Whatever the path might be, Soul tribe will find it together, without judgment or competition.
This has been a personal trouble of mine; in a world that constantly seeks to take away or steal from my creativity, learning to be amongst women (in particular) who I can trust and raise up with… has been a God/dess send.

Soul tribe doesn’t dictate, there is no hierarchy, no control. It is sanctuary, without limits.

I can’t tell you where to find yours; merely say that to believe and seek is to find.

Many blessings, Starlet,

Stay Fluxy

Joey

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Transformation is Venomous – New Moon musings

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This beautiful imagery summarizes how I feel the New Moon energies align this December; with the Dark Goddess Lilith at the forefront; she slips in, serpentine, and asks if we are quite done resisting this transformation by fire yet?
The venom in transformation is needed, and necessary; it can course through our veins, making us ache and resist, making us painfully aware of our short comings, where we perceive our weaknesses to be.
December has already been nothing if not a black mirror; simultaneously reflecting back at us whilst inviting us to delve far deeper, to push into the psyche, to break down the walls and truly look deep into the inky oracle before us.

When we are pushed to extremes it drives home the question; who do we want to be?

The contrite New years resolutions will soon be upon us and the natural human current turns to the idea of potential, of change. The overall masses tend to fail in their attempts (so much so that there is almost a parody culture around this concept) but what would happen if instead of being flippant, we committed to shedding our skins and shape-shifted into a truer version of ourselves?

There is a deeply empowering sexual undertone to this New Moon too; a current of reclaiming the sexual self that will not be silenced or go quietly into that long good night. Lilith won’t settle for anything less than volcanic explosions of self empowerment, beads of sweat rolling down the skin from a job well done, the surge of pure raw kundalini power from deep within, unleashing our untold potential…

Sexuality is a subject which has long been regulated, ostracized, and demonized; much like the Goddess Lilith herself. In a climate with increasing social control and sexual repression, the black snake lifts her head and bares her fangs; for this regime of restriction and self mutilation cannot be allowed to pass.
For too long, sex has been banished to the shadows, been made light of in suggestive jokes behind snickering hands; when it is nothing less than sacred raw power; deep and sensual, tactile and empowering.
It is the glimmer of death in the eyes as one reaches ecstasy and surrenders to the divine breath, contacting and entwining with the universal life blood; for orgasm is life and death in one moment of surrender and perfection.

For too long people have sterilized and ostracized, nit-picking away at all that makes us wilder, un-tamable, and ultimately freer… we have called the darkness evil and hidden from the lessons of the star punctured night sky, juddered at the music of the howling creatures, and turned our heads away from the depths of sexual magick.

If we cannot harness our life essence, our own divine spark of creation, how can we create on any level? It is cutting our feet and expecting to walk, when we should be running unhampered, joined in the cosmic ballet of the sexual dance, cherishing that bone deep need to be desired, enjoyed, consumed… and to come out more alive than ever for it.

Many blessings, Starlet

Joey

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Pagan Poetry – The Cailleach

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The Cailleach

“Bloody teeth and wizened fingertips, a Holy unholy sight, hobbling and hopping across the border,
Alight and brazen, aching to be something Other, Older, Wiser, Starting once again,
In the bowels of the Earth in the depths of Winter but never lifeless, not even in Death,
Mad with knowledge, empty vessels poured out on the naked land, renewed.
Everything is beyond the grasp of the fearful, embody fear instead, and howl, scream out into the night…”

– The Cailleach in meditation

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What Would My Inner Queen do?

Happy Friday 13th! (3)

I have been musing about how one takes control of ones own sovereignty in regards to the parts of ourselves that we might ‘give away’ in interactions with other people – whether unwittingly or knowingly, and the impact that it has on our selves.

With steering the best course so one does not get trampled underfoot of the wants and desires of other people, and yet not to become tyrannical in our approaches. The balance between personal boundary and the urge to support others.
Where the line might be.

It is different for everyone – it is all a matter of perspective, and there cannot be simple answers.
But these are some of the examples that have become tried and true at least personally… and when I am struggling, I ask, “what would my inner Queen do?”

  1. “You better work, bitch.”
    I mean this Britney phrase with love, because if you do not engage in your holy work, who will? Who will have the voice that is yours, only yours, to smash the ceiling and break convention? Too often the human need to fit in, be accepted, get a nice pat on the head from those in the ‘popular crowd’ becomes the shackles that bind us from screaming, shouting, and implementing our truth, our knowledge, our own brand of weirdness in its actuality instead of providing an image that we think others want to see.
  2. Create boundaries. 
    I covered this only recently, when discussing The power in boundaries. How we create our own spiritual protections but give too much of ourselves away in our personal interactions with people. How can we reign over our destinies if we are constantly drained from the shackles of expected servitude?
  3. Don’t expect support.
    This is a toughy. Seriously, the pain that this has caused my heart on occasion is difficult to describe, but ultimately, the only person who fully understands your vision, your purpose, your quest – is you. That is not to say you won’t find support, aid, even tribe along the way, because even the most introverted of us can find those like-minded souls who nourish us. But it is best to reconcile with the idea that YOU have to cheer-lead, for yourself.
  4. Don’t give yourself away.
    This is a personal perspective one, but it boils down to self respect. Do not compromise your authenticity, your integrity, to further any situation. For myself, I fiercely dislike the notion of sleeping your way to the top. I find it demeaning, and feel it sets implication that women can’t be as talented as men. It makes life harder on those seeking to excel by merit. It breeds an abusive playground.
    I won’t tell anyone what to do with their body, that’s a choice. But that’s my bottom line, and I stand by it.
  5. Speak.
    The world needs your voice.

Many blessings, Starlet, Stay Fluxy,

Much love

Joey

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Pagan Poetry – Channeling Badb – Fire child

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Puncture marks punctuate
Torn from bullet wounding points
A cage of overgrown weeds
Deep breaths filling lungs with ache
The moments between chaotic order dissemble
Ties of red chord twisting
Shadow calling in the tears
The point of entry shifted and shifted again
A wall of broken points
Silent wailing phantom echoes
Lesson after lesson of drowning
The absence of fire dancer
Lends to abscessed feet
Only passion burns away the mold
The crackling of the cinder in the bone
Charred and yearning
Hang not from a broken chord
With voice cracking and ebbing
Scream it out into the world
Make it so tangible that it tastes in the mouth
Of all that would deny you
And when they stick their fingers down their throat
To regurgitate a stunted message of growth
You scream again and again and again
Not louder as though engaging in siege warfare
But wiser knowing the ground on which you stand
Is not the decayed decrepit bog they would trap in
But the coals of your own damn magnificence
Burn it all down

– Joey Morris 2017
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The Power in Boundaries – The Queens’ No’s

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*Sidenote props if you understood that pop culture reference.

We stand at the boundaries, the edge walkers, the hedge jumpers, peering out into the Unknown with our Other Eyes seeking to better understand the depths of the world.
We raise energies in circles, embodying a temple within and without of the self, structuring our magickal practice with border lines and directing our power to protect and allow (or reject) certain levels of spirit encroachment within our personal spaces.

Following a particularly illuminating video chat (which I shall link at the bottom) concerning reclaiming the Queen archetype with two of my absolute favourite Witchy Women; the Kickass Joanna Devoe and my favourite Death Witchin’ Cris Ashburn I have been musing on the spiritual premise of personal boundaries, and why it is that we, as spiritual pathwalkers chase the depths of knowledge concerning magickal borders, but often hesitate when it comes to emotional, mental, and even physical boundaries within the rest of our lives.

There is no separation between the magickal and the so-called mundane, as some might suggest. Instead, the sacred flow of the universe permeates every molecule of our being, whether we are echoing the songs of the universe in chanting ritual or washing the dishes.
Magickal practice can be applied even at a subconscious level regardless of the activity or the audience with which we are engaging.

So why is it that when faced with moments that confront our personal sovereignty we hesitate? Are we so conditioned into the “mentality of service” from every indoctrinating angle within our daily lives that we buckle under the psychological pressure to just be wholesome and supplicative?
Do we truly feel as though standing for our own personal space is argumentative when we have taken an alternative route to spiritual practice as pagans or witches or magicians or howsoever we have chosen to align our definitions?

It takes courage to openly defy convention and stand by ones spiritual practices even in the face of dislike, ridicule, and hostility; especially when the world churns in a tumultuous display of backward thinking. Those declaring themselves as Witches etc without apology are helping to draw a personal and social boundary that refuses to allow others to crush them under the metaphorical (and frighteningly, sometimes literal) wheel of oppression.

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So why is it that in interpersonal spaces we have forgotten what it means to embrace the courageous stance, the respectful stance of sovereignty that disavows the practice of personal manipulation and bullying tactics to make us go against our own decisions?

In the Northern Hemisphere, many of us are confronted with the notions of who we should be and how we should act at this time of year. Guilt tripped by a toxic stench of “not enough” that paints an ugly veneer over social and interpersonal interactions. We see what family “should” look like, and the values that “should” be applied to it.
Once again it is the bellowing of the outmoded, the dying cries of the dinosaurs who stomp their feet to tell us to behave, be quiet, don’t argue or rebel.

We are the rebels.
We chose a practice of spiritual freedom where we refused to engage in systematic religious fear mongering and instead sought (and continue to seek) the truth for ourselves. How can we lie that aside even for a moment?

No one should have power over us but ourselves, for mastery of the self is the only power we can truly wield. We can create those boundaries for ourselves, reclaiming our personal sovereignty a step, a conversation, a simple “no” at a time.

Remembering that “no” is a complete sentence, without justification, because noone should dictate our lives to us, but ourselves.

Stay Fluxy, Starlet

Joey

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Winter Solstice musings – The needed f*ck up versus the f*cked up

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For the first time in a long time; this New Moon felt like a chore. Almost everyone around me seemed to be suffering with a form of shaman sickness; manifesting their shadow through their physical selves, whilst technology seemed to fail entirely, and the general atmosphere of the world seemed toxic beyond all measure.

It’s not always a popular move to point out when the spiritual ecosystem feels funky, but to deny that areas need addressing is a head in the sand style move that leads us back to the problems of spiritual stagnation.
In the build up towards the Winter Solstice which is now approximately a month away, there has been a weird pausing of energy that has brought forth all that which is causing us to feel poisoned within the self and giving it physical symptom so that we can not ignore or deny that aspect of ourselves any longer.
Furthermore, the manifestation has seemed to linger particularly on a physical symptom relative to an aspect of ourselves that we ought to be engaging with, but for whatever reason we have pulled away from doing so.

For myself, this was wrist pain.
And whilst I titter to myself on one level about the meaning, I knew what this New Moons poisonous tail was actually stabbing at; the message was to write.
Everyone around me seemed to experience something similar, experiencing pain and sickness with a body part that was directly correlated to a talent or calling that they had ignored or feared on some level; to notice the pain and the absence of being able to engage with that emphasized the notion of “what if you lost the ability to do this completely? Then get on with it.”

This seemed to tie into another thread which echoes throughout; the necessary and needed f*ck up.
Throughout November and going into December the call to #breakthemold has been at the foremost of my attention; asking Witches (and non witches alike) to smash the conventions that are being laid on us like tar; the over sanitization of Witchcraft into pretty little boxes that presents a fashionable and ultimately uniform public face to modern witches.
I cannot abide the idea that there is one “right” way to be; and moreover this overly polished and filtered image negates the discussion of the necessity of getting it wrong.

The fear of being judged, of being not enough, of leading, of making ourselves heard, is a light shadow – that with an audience we will be deemed as a failure. Which is reinforced in a society that punishes the idea of the mistake.

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I find the idea of the necessary f*ck up to be incredibly enlightening; we as human beings are continuously learning by trial and error, and there should be no shame attached to this; it is embracing the sensory exploration of the world around us; from the child learning that something hot should not merit naked fingers, to the social etiquette of considering others feelings and boundaries; a process which is individual and constantly evolving for how we approach relationships with others (and ourselves) is a process of trial and error – we learn what we find pleasant and agreeable, what is not to our tastes, what we really dislike… and then we begin to question why that is so, and allow for our preferences to change and adapt as we grow.

So why is it that when it comes to spirituality, there is frequently an onus on the concept of the “right” way to practice? Why do we not celebrate when things go hideously wrong? At best we talk about the “silver lining” of a lesson – which also denies the premise that some situations do not have to teach us anything positive; sometimes the f*ck up is exactly the point.
It strengthens our ability to be able to just say “no,” to another circumstance which feels the same way without having to justify our every decision.

I recently happened across a toxic form of what I am dubbing “anti-sisterhood” in which women throw the actions of other women under the bus. The apparent lamentation that women are “pretending” to be strong by exhibiting cautiousness in the progression of personal interactions with possible sexual partners. This for me had devolved into the actually f*cked up; a poisonous symptom of a sick society that exhibits behaviours relative to the conditioning that has been swallowed for so long that it leads some to feel entitled to their agenda without the consideration for the emotions or boundaries of others.

Like the systematic attack on the animal kingdom that offers animals up as (supposedly) non-sentient play things for blood sport, or the poisoning of the land by oil spill which was caused by the refusal of those in government to listen to the very real concerns of the people of the land.

As we approach the Winter Solstice, there is a shadow purging. We cannot hide from our shadow any longer, with that which poisons both us and society being dragged into the spotlight, ready or not. How we react to the ongoing reveal of all that which has been purposefully concealed is our test.
It won’t be easy. It will likely be painful. But it is necessary.
The dinosaurs are dying out.

Stay Fluxxy, Starlets

Many blessings, Joey

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Witches, I call out to you… break the mold

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Remember when I blog posted about the archetype of the Story teller?

This is the extension of that message. The obligation to write our own stories. The call to #breakthemold when it comes to who we want to be.

In a world where we are handed a role, it’s our prerogative – if not a downright personal necessity – to question that, smash it, rewrite it…

You are not small.
You cannot be defined simply and indeed, every person exists between the lines. No matter what is written, it is not enough.
The spiritual is the experiencing. The feel. The intuitive beats between what is defined by those outside of ourselves.

There is an enticing comfort in the game of names, to categorize everything into neat little lines that determine who and what “we are,” and allow us to control the world outside of ourselves by knowing who “they are,” which of course devolves into a mentality of us versus them – whosoever “they” might be.

Smug superiority clings in our throats like tar, cutting off the spiritual air that we breathe as we mock and taunt that which is not as we are.
The roles we play give us the reliability of knowing what role we are playing, and in the boredom of this blandness we conform and become spiteful in so doing.

We do not create, nor thrive, nor grow if we repeat the same dusty cycles, walking the same road back and forth and never venturing from what is tested and known. Aggressive words slip like venom from the mouths of those secure in whatsoever they have allowed themselves to become, never questioning themselves, never pushing beyond the boundaries.

We are not small.
If we realise that we have limitless potential and eternity in our veins, why would we ever punish ourselves by remaining gridlocked in the ‘now’ version of ourselves instead of dipping our toes into the ‘could be’ and ‘dream’ us; to take a step along the road of becoming?

Who wants to remain stagnant and unchanged? Only rot forms in still pools. I want the river, the wild rapids of change, the furious undertow that drags the complacent down to the depths and drowns it, or the unknowingly depths of the ocean that is impenetrable to the limited human grasp…

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The world is churning with a mentality of backwards, and in defiance those who live at the borders, the boundaries, the fringes and peek into the Void, who walk amongst the unseen and speak with the dead, the witches, the cunningfolk, the seers and the wanderers must dive head first into the waters, singing the teardrops of our ancestors to join us, envelop us, and be at one with us, as we prepare to fight back against the rot that festers in our society.

All people are limitless. All deserve honour and respect, and a voice. Not only those who have culminated more so-called wealth at the expense of others and the land, who poison the minds and bodies of their fellow living beings, in all the forms that takes.

There is a call to action, a fury in the hearts of people, and these sparked embers will ignite and tear the stagnant order down. We will only get wilder. We will not crumble under the pressure of those clinging to their outmoded, outdated ways, thinking they have the power and snarl and snap trying to defend it; no, we have the power, we of the flow who shapeshift around the world, connecting, seeing, feeling and harmonising our voices with all the voices around us.

Hope is our superpower.
Not the limited greeting card version of hope that promises much and delivers nothing, but the hope that survived at the base of Pandora’s box amidst all the painful and tragic aspects of human experience; the hope that sees the world descending and refuses, refuses to give up on people. on humanity, and still sees the magick within the world, and that magick reflected within people.

We stand by the broken and the abused, and speak for those whose voice breaks. We fight for the justice against a broken system and stand by those who are beaten simply for their differences. We are all different, we are all the in-between spaces of the limited constricting lies of who humans are told we are to be.

Throw off the shackles of stereotype and role, defy sanitization, reject conformity with every inch of your soul.
There are a thousand, a million, a limitless amount of ways to be. You do not need to be told who you are, you do not have to know who you are, you merely sample yourself in sips on a daily basis and walk your path in flux, becoming, unbecoming… free.

Stay Fluxy,and many blessings Starlet

Joey

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Raising Runes in Ritual – Roadopening, Raido and Alfheim

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“What builds courage and heart but the journey of becoming? To throw open the gates of adventure and understanding. Raido.”
– Joey Torvol

Before discussing the essence of the spiritual experience at hand, it seems necessary, albeit unfortunate, to touch upon the Nordic nature of this ritual and spell work amidst a personal Celtic path.
Long before the realisation of my personal connection to the Celtic path had become apparent to me, I walked in the abstract of Witchcraft for many years. Learning, seeking, testing the waters of different mythologies, practices and rituals.
One of these was the Viking tradition, which seemed a natural conclusion given that I, like most of British descent, have Viking ancestry (along with Celtic ancestry,) and that path had called to my blood sister whom I consider a soul sister as well.

Undoubtedly, elements of the Viking path worked themselves well through my magick, although I found the runes peculiar. For no matter how I tried, divination with the runes never seemed to connect – even after implementing experimentation with different materials to back the runes, but whether tree, stone or crystal, frustratingly none would provide a depth of divination I sought.

Magick, rune bindings, and Sigils however, was another matter. Then and now, the runes as a form of written or carved spellworking was as natural as breathing, and moreover, the spells always worked and quickly. At the time I found this quirk a little bizarre, but it came to be one of those personality traits that bleeds into personal gnosis.

It also promoted a challenge – to see beyond the given divination kennings as they were presented and evolve a personal relationship to each rune. To this day, I struggle with runic divination, (although rune on bone has allowed for some progress in that department) – but the personal interaction of the magical vibration of each rune has elevated and improved my spellwork.

So, with a little personal history and perspective in hand, I lead to a recent ritual that my partner Asbjorn and I undertook to affect road opening and grant opportunities within our lives, by harnessing both our individual connections with the Nordic rune Raido.

The poem at the beginning gives insight into my interpretation of this Rune; it embodies the journey of becoming.

Furthermore there was an inkling within my subconscious to interlink the road opening ritual with the Light Elves of Alfheim; mysterious beings from one of the nine Nordic realms, who are said to act as muses of creativity if they are feeling benevolent. For the task at hand, ritual was undertaken with the assistance of a realm Journey candle with sigil from Starry Eyed Supplies:

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Raido as a rune of journeying, and the Light Elves with their peculiar viewpoint of life and the interlinking of all things, both embody the energy of creativity and movement.
Within the personal ritual there was a clairaudient sensing of bells and music; an usual first connection as often it is a visual or scent that first makes itself known.

“Creativity is inventing, experimenting, growing, taking risks, breaking rules, making mistakes and having fun.”
– Mary Lou Cook

Within ritual – all magickal ritual – there is too frequently a loss of levity that is vital for spellwork, pathworking, and indeed life. Road opening and journeying is no exception. The emphasis is repeatedly on a very desperate albeit sincere need to create new opportunities, to create a new way of living. But without an element of humour, there can be no creativity, for if something is joyless to us then it does not inspire us to elevate or to chase after it.
Magick succeeds because we have an all-encompassing need and desire to see it done.

The light elves enjoyed a respectful approach with an edge of humour. Following, they gifted the Sigil beneath, and since, doors have begun to open in all manner of ways.

Raido bridged the energetic channelling to the realm of Alfheim, it connected and brought forth an opportunity; and only with courage and humour was the next step taken.

Food for thought.

Stay Fluxy my Starry Friends,
Joey

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Badb at Samhain – Guardian of Death

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Memories in dirt trod places
An ache of something soul wired
Screeching across field and foe
The rankling of oppressive chains
Ripped and charred
Once a story learned by rote
No longer spoken but on the wind
Only the memories we carry
Claws in the darkness, teeth biting,
Burn it all to ash and starch the bones
Sing to them, sing for them, bleed into them,
All those forgotten souls, honourable, wise, less so
Death is not a quiet whisper
A story is not a silent thing confined to rotten tomes
It is alive in the tendons
In the bone of people
Singing out from the vein
Painted in every colour, every harmony
From wrathful rage to quietest hope.
See once more with Crow sight
A world apart, growing, yearning, dying,
As Guardian of Death She is ever watchful
All knowing
Still growing
Cawing in the Darkness, reminding,
Reclaiming
Remember who you are
Not who you were in distant times
But battle frenzied, blood clotted, sweating, aching in the act of living
And dying

– Joanne Morris 2017 All my own work all rights reserved

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