You can read the write-up HERE on The Wild Hunt, and full details in my previous blog post about the co-created event I am a part of.
AND, serendipity alert – there was a call put out earlier this month by Chiefs from the Eastern regions of Cameroon!! Details of that are in the Wild Hunt piece, so pop on over and take a read, and please boost our working if you are so called!
!! (insert a wee squee for TWH) !!
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.
DETAILS:
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.
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
Registration is OPEN for the 2016 Spiralheart Witchcamp 6 day intensive!
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!
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.)
Let Love break you open!
It’s been an interesting 24 hours. I have spent decades underestimating my impact in various spheres of my life. I never fail to “dog head” when my oblivion is brought to my attention. Like, wut?
It has now hit the level of embarrassing. In efforts to keep my ego in check I have put on blinders, and as beloveds shifted away, I thought I spoke into a vacuum. What and how I expressed myself mattered little, I surmised, ignoring that all of us have impact larger than our awareness.
I have been purposely removing those blinders and paying attention in my offline life for about 4 months and with a concerted effort starting 2 1/2 months ago. (Yes, I know the exact date I moved from “things take time” to “START NOW”.) It hasn’t yet bled over to my online life.
In the last 24 hours I’ve been having front-and-center plus behind-the-scenes conversations with a number of folks ~ their impressions of how I present myself online consist of a gamut of viewpoints, covering a great range, but a couple of core things overlap. It has been fascinating, in the best sense of that word.
What I do know is that my online self used to be a really close match to my offline self, and the chasm between the two has grown. (There are a hundred reasons for it, but none matter to the point I’m writing about.) I started righting that with the magical turn of the calendar page, but it is a slow process, with backslides. Time is the only proof that will show it, so you’ll just have to trust me. Or not. Your choice.
Here on this blog is mostly Boneweaver, keeper of the Dead, chronicler of the learnings and foibles of walking my spiritual path. Other venues have seen SJ PJ, *rawr*ing up a storm. Neither of those is all of me. Both of those are not all of me. (Never will *all* of me be out there. C’mon, I’m pretty open, but I keep more than half of me to myself.)
I desire to pull the edges of that chasm closer together. I don’t wish to eliminate the chasm – the abyss in the center is where the Mystery lies – but I wish to move back to where when I met someone offline who had known me only online they would say, “You’re just as I thought! Except nicer.” (What can I say, text reflects me harshly. I try not to use too many extra words. *looks at length of post* I have really edited this down from what’s in my head – I swear!)
I wish to reflect more of me in all of my online spaces. Compartmentalization of me has not been good for me, and as I have impact with what I choose to put out in the world, it has not been good for others, either.
One thing that I am just getting brave enough to put out here is the art I do. I don’t often see myself as courageous, but with my art, every post is a steeled-nerve act of bravery. I’m taking lessons from someone who has been refining her skill for decades. They are donation-gratefully-accepted-free lessons through Facebook. You can find the first lesson HERE. It is my gift to myself, conquering the fear and rewriting the old story that I can only art in abstract because the skill of realism died with my father.
And now it’s your turn — what would you like to see more of from me? I really am interested to know.
(And I’m going to hit publish before I chicken out, so read through the typos, please.)
The world returns to routine today, the Monday after the holiday. Even if you work retail or health care where the places never close, energy moves underneath on the first workday back. Even for me, stretching through retirement.
I have PLANS for this year! I have repurposed a journal, I have committed to a thing, and an other thing. I have a loose list of more other things (because tight makes me procrastinate). Already, in day four, I feel the lightness in my body of returning to Joy.
I’m not going to write all of my plans. I’m keeping ego in check and not seeking outside affirmation, therefore I am not listing All The Things in one public post. Because when I listened to the impulse to do so, it was all about ego and not about accountability. Other folks will hold themselves accountable by public proclamations – my history suggests it doesn’t work that way for me. Heh.
Depending on where we are connected, you will see evidence of the things. If we’re deeply connected, you will know of all of the things. If we’re not deeply connected I am guessing it is safe to say you don’t give a hoot about all of my things and that is a-ok and as it should be.
Next topic:
Winter came today. I am not a fan. I get cold easily. Even with the hot flashes – irony to the 10th power, as bodies are weird and live on a scale of “1 to neener-neener” – I get very chilled. And yet!! When I saw the snow lying on the ground and felt the snap of cold air as I let the dog out this morning, something in me shifted and sighed “at last”. Having lived my life thus far in a place with 4 very distinct seasons, my soul has arranged itself to know things according these seasonal shifts.
I arose 1-2 hours earlier than I have for the last month. This is good. This is how I want it to be. I want my days to stretch with possibilities. I desire length to linger in them.
Hail winter! Welcome back.
I cannot see the last year clearly. It is blurred by tears of sorrow. I wept more this past year than in many years recently passed. Sorrows pulled and punched at my soul, stretching its edges and pummeling new shapes into my life, my community, and my family. It etched old-new patterns into the world.
I am accustomed to change, mostly. I embrace change, mostly. Each change set a new road before me, pristine and waiting, leaving all not taken strewn like litter behind. Broken promises and never-to-be-fulfilled dreams fell and shattered on the fading landscape. My eyes cracked open and poured.
Regret and “wasn’t worth it” mantras are useless things hiding behind corners, reaching for my throat as I pass by. I won’t allow their clutching to find hold. To move forward without forever tendrils of remorse required honouring the almost-was, allowing the grief to be. I wept as I released the old stories.
Pockmarked with deep sorrows, 2015 broke, recovered, and broke again. It kept me off-balance in ways I am unaccustomed to. By the end of December I was stretched so thin I felt see-through.
Now I do the very human thing and look to the calendar hanging on the door to shed 2015, renewing hope with the turn of a paper page. I know it is a meaningless act. I know it is a sacred act. Turn the page and step out of sorrow.
I’m claiming 2016 as the year of joy, preemptively. And as I will …
Sigil: sowilo for the flash of clarity over the bindrune with Godself oil blend on the corners. The bindrune was created by one of my beloveds, Amoret. The cards are The Arrow of Truth, The Priestess of the Silver Star, and The Balance from the Enochian tarot. All other items live on this altar all the time.
This is on Hel’s altar – for fierce bravery, honouring of the living and the dead, and change that feels brutal.
Lifting the Veil, the seership/seidr work our small local group does is pretty awesome. Tonight was a member aspecting, as we call it in Reclaiming. Good stuff. Hail Odin!
LEAN IN TO JOY with BONEWEAVER 