CALLING ALL MAGIC WORKERS- A GLOBAL WORKING AGAINST BOKO HARAM

This Saturday, February 13th, we are planning a SJWW (Social Justice Witches Working) against Boko Haram. If you are on Facebook the event page is here. Consider yourself invited, whether on Facebook or not, as this is a public event and as many folks as possible are asked to join for the oomph a collective can bring.

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CALLING ALL MAGIC WORKERS- A GLOBAL WORKING AGAINST BOKO HARAM

Invite your friends who would like to support this effort! This event is public. Details are below on the timing and bones of the working. I’ve added a poem I’m going to use (use as desired). I’ll be dressing candles with an herb and oil blend particular to the cause. I personally will be invoking Medusa’s unflinching gaze into the mix as i am working with Her this year. Add your comments, post your outlines, run with it!

BEST UPCOMING WORKING VS. BOKO HARAM BASED ON FOUNDER’S BIRTH: I’m going to call it Saturday, Feb 13, after the moon has gone void of course (look up your local time), during a planetary hour of Saturn (look up local time). The moon is waxing, we can’t help that, but she’s void of course and her last aspect before that is a bad one, so she won’t give any succor to the enemy. Saturday is Saturn’s and working in Saturn’s hour will give it extra oomph: as the founder’s Saturn (great malefic) is in his eighth house (the house of death), we like the reminder of that bit of harrowing doom in the chart. Mars is in Scorpio; invite him to invite more snakes and stingy bugs to the party.

Historical timeline of of BH’s actions and acts of violence.

The reason we’re invoking Mars to invite more snakes and bees is based on this news piece.

Moon void of course chart, adjust for time zone.

Planetary days and hours chart for Saturn, adjust for date of February 13th if necessary and adjust for your local time zone.

Please note that you will have to choose between the Void of Course Moon and having Saturn in his planetary hour. If the VoC is at a time you can manage, that’s best, because Saturn will still rule the day. However, if you can’t hit the VoC, the next best option is a planetary hour of Saturn, so as to maximize his impact. Make sure in that case to avoid using anything you regard as “lunar,” because once the Moon is in Taurus she will be much too nice for what we are doing.

So I wrote a poem/thing that I’ll be using this Saturday in my working. Feel free to use it, too, as many voices build the strength of the Work.

~*The Breaking of Boko Haram*~

We see you Boko Haram,
As you slay women
and burn children alive,
we see you, as you murder and toss bodies
like trash in landfills,
pits of premature death.
We see all of you, in shadow and in light.
We hear your victims cries,
Spirits seeking retribution.

May these spirits come in other forms,
multitudes of snakes and bees,
attacking your ranks,
reminding your henchman
that Forces live longer than the crimes against them.
We call on the gifts of Scorpio’s stinger,
poisoned stab to your ill-gotten power.
We call on the pointed force of Mars,
His spear trembling,
as Nerio stands, valor embodied.
We call on Saturn wielding his scythe of dissolution,
To take you down,
So innocents can rebuild.

We salt the earth beneath your blighted step.
We strew pollen for the bees
to come and feast for strength
then sting you and your ilk.
We call food for the snakes
to grow strong and quick,
then bite your heels and hurry your step out of power.

Mars, Saturn, Scorpio, snakes, bees, and us,
We rise against you.
They and we remove your comfort,
They and we remove your arrogance,
They and we remove the shadows in which you hide;
They and we expose you by your own weaknesses.
As Mars steps and Saturn swings,
as Nerio stands witness,
and creatures rise against you,
We break your matrix of violence.
With our Will,
With our Gods,
we break you!
We break you!
WE BREAK YOU!
~Boneweaver/Pamela V Jones © Feb., 2016

Come to Camp!! You know you want to!

Registration is OPEN for the 2016 Spiralheart Witchcamp 6 day intensive!

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It’s that time again– online registration for this year’s witchcamp is now officially open! Our community has been steadily growing over the past few years and we are hopeful that it will continue to do so. We are hosted at the gorgeous Four Quarters Interfaith Sanctuary, and space is limited; register soon to reserve your spot!

This year we’re privileged to offer 4 different paths, facilitated by an incredibly talented group of witches. We’re working with the story of Medusa, as Athena’s shadow self. So far, it’s shaping up to be an incredibly powerful year. 

Hope to see you all there!

Silence is Never Consent

REBLOG Silence can be complicity would be an improvement, but the word “can” must be emphasized to not go down the same bullshit road that “silence is consent” does.

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We have to be careful about the rhetoric we use, especially in a forum that relies completely on written word.  I saw this this morning, and I decided not to address it on Patheos, because I don’t want to derail the conversation on racism that is happening.  At the same time, I am not okay with this:

A Quote from a Patheos blog reading, "Thank you for all your support in this discussion, but especially for this. It explains in great detail exactly why I wrote what I wrote. Silence is consent, and I do not consent to racism in my community." The identity of the quoted has been blurred out. Identity withheld due to my assumption that the person quoted simply didn’t think this through before saying it since their chances of being raped are statistically less than mine.

By all means, draw lines when you feel they are needed.  Tell me what you don’t consent to even, because that’s really, really important. But silence?  Silence is never consent.  Ever.

I’m not unaware of the necessity for white people speaking out against other white people’s racist BS.  I will even agree that our silence when it comes to issues of white supremacy allows it…

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Brigid (silent) Poetry Slam, year 11

Brigid of Endless Waters

Kneeling at Her well
With unflinching eyes
I see reflection of my sharpened parts.

I wish for rounded edges
to my tongue,
a softening of the word-blows
I know myself
to land on others’ ears.
I seek healing of long held,
long protected lesions.

I note the slivered pieces,
guarded by thorny bits
wrapped ‘round wounded spaces.
Some thorns point inward,
the wounding freshened by me.

I dip my cup and drink,
dip and drink.
Water smoothing
and quenching,
still feeding the thorns,
more growth.

I dip and drink one long drink,
allowing the water
to sate and soothe,
to polish and nurture all,
even the rough thirsty places.

I dip my cup and carry some home.

~Pamela V Jones Feb 2016

 

This is my 7th year contributing to the Silent Poetry Festival  which has been going on since2006, and has become a wonderful, international event, with people posting poems in honor of Brigid on their blogs, Facebook, Twitters, Tumblrs, and other such devices.

Details here.

Brigid oil blend in the Etsy shop!

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Brigid oil blend

A mix of essential oils, heather tips, and blackberry in a jojoba base. Available in 1 and 2 dram sizes.

Brigid – the lady of fires: hearth, head, and heart. She is associated with smith crafting, word crafting, and the healing arts. Uses: to wear as a perfume or invoking oil, to dress candles for spellwork, to infuse incense (a drop or two on the cone, stick, or loose herbs will do it), to pay tribute in an oil warmer, and for prayer and meditation.

(Oil is pictured here with water from one of Brigid’s well, and with Brigid’s fire, passed from person to person over the years. Water and fire not included with purchase.)

Love can break you open, if you let it

Anyone who doesn’t believe Love is an actual Force, and can be a catalyst for swift change hasn’t been paying attention. For me, I started a long lonely climb out of the place I had been with the turn of the new year. It felt like an ascent in mud. Then the despair in me broke open. It happened shortly before this past weekend and it occurred via Love. For you-know-who-you-are, I am grateful.

This is the me I always am in my head. I haven’t been the me in my head on the outside of me recently, either in dress, or in what I let loose to the world. Today I returned to dressing the part – the part called Me. Today I let loose the new-old me again. These fabulous pants (I ordered 5 different pair recently from http://www.harempants.com/ ) are so comfortable!

(I tell myself someday I’ll master the Art of Selfie™ w/o a mirror. Some lies are okay to believe.)

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Let Love break you open!

*twinkles* ssssss

The Journey

“One day you finally knew
what you had to do, and began,
though the voices around you
kept shouting
their bad advice–
though the whole house
began to tremble
and you felt the old tug
at your ankles.
‘Mend my life!’
each voice cried.
But you didn’t stop.
You knew what you had to do,
though the wind pried
with its stiff fingers
at the very foundations,
though their melancholy
was terrible.
It was already late
enough, and a wild night,
and the road full of fallen
branches and stones.
But little by little,
as you left their voices behind,
the stars began to burn
through the sheets of clouds,
and there was a new voice
which you slowly
recognised as your own,
that kept you company
as you strode deeper and deeper
into the world,
determined to do
the only thing you could do–
determined to save
the only life you could save.”

Mary Oliver