Monthly Archives: August 2015

Full Moon in Pisces; August 29th, 2015, at 2:35 PM EDT❂♓

Full Moon in Pisces; August 29th, 2015, at 2:35 PM EDT❂♓

I’ve been noticing a change in the atmosphere, indeed. Couldn’t put my finger on it before, but this explains the dreams, the signs etc everywhere. Now I just need to follow the clues to the rabbit hole….

Dream visitor


It’s been awhile since I had a dream visitor. They always ring the doorbell in my dream, and I invite Them in, or not.

An impressively well built male showed up at my dream doorstep the other night. He wore dark blue, almost like a uniform, but nothing I recognized. Short black hair and a prominent jaw line. No words were spoken, the figure made me feel nervous, and excited. I invited him. The name ‘John’ was conveyed, but not much else.

Random dream is random. But appearing in the same doorway that Loki, and Freyja have visited me before, is what makes me wonder.

Time will tell what or who ‘John’ is…

The grasshopper


As a child growing up in the country, I was obsessed with insects. I adored all kinds, but spiders, butterflies, and grasshoppers were my favorites.

Then came the inevitable move to the city, and I forgot all my roots. Insects became an annoyance, the magic was lost.

I still live in the city somewhat. On the outer edge of it. The manicured lawns give way to hiking trails and forests about a five minute walk from my home.

Look who visited me the other day.

I went years without seeing such a large grasshopper. It’s size is significant, easy prey in the city. For three days now, I’ve been seeing large grasshoppers.

‘The short horned grasshopper is related to the locust, and the grasshopper locust is linked to astral travel, being able to leap to another reality where the real enigmas of life are. If the grasshopper-locust leaps into your life, then you are being asked to take a leap of faith, to do something without fear – this will generally be something that you have avoided doing and is often linked to a change in direction on a grander scale – be it a relationship, career or change in self. You will have the wisdom needed to get passed obstacles in an efficient manner. Generally outcomes will be favourable. ‘ from Shamanic Journey

With R’s upcoming arrival, letting go of negative family, and my dream visitor the other day…Perfect timing grasshopper, perfect timing to see you indeed.

Time for a frank post.


For a non-spouse, or consort, the lines can get blurry. If you don’t put in place any boundaries, your time with Loki can be one hel of trip. Ah fuck it, it’s a bloody trip for all of us, wives and non.

I approached Him in 2013. From the start, He’s always had that older guy friend vibe with me. Someone I could trust, flirty, made me feel good about myself, and held my hand through the upheavals. He’s never stayed around for more than a day at a time. I saw a rougher side of Him in the beginning. Our relationship has never had much jest. The jokes are there, but I’ve never felt poked for shiney/glittery stuff. Yes, to send glitter bombs to other Lokeans, but not between Himself and I.

My Loki is also not the typical long haired, shirtless God of sex that most others experience. Loki to me resembles more of Keifer Sutherland of the Lost Boys/Johnny Rotten cross. Black pea coat with the collar popped, black jeans, old school punk vibe. A handful of times I’ve seen the long hair, shirtless wonder. But ‘my’ Loki, looks more like this…IMG_20150822_083807_edit

A sketch I finally blurted out one day after a trip with Him.

For a time I wondered if maybe there would be more to Us. He responded favorably, as He is known to. However, I, was the one who changed. Suddenly jealousy reared up huge in me, and I was steam rolling towards some kind of commitment from Him. At that point in my life, my real life relationship with hubby had hit a bad point, I was unhappy all around, and any time with Loki became an obsession. I started neglecting real life, meditation became a nightmare because my goal during that time was always to see Him. Annnd Loki needed to put a stop to my crazy train in the best way He knew how.

He broke my heart. Shattered it to smithereens is more appropriate.


That there is a pic of my journal page I wrote on that brutal day. Tears projectile flew from my eyes. I’d never had a more eye awakening moment in my life. Tears flew and pounded hard onto the journal page and smeared ink all around.

He was not a jerk. He just showed me what I hadn’t been seeing. How I was trying to cover up this weak point in life with a new obsession and was steam rolling like I do best as an Aries-Taurus cusp.

The weeks that followed were the longest and most awkward time. I didn’t think I’d ever recover from the embarrassment. There were many lessons learned in that period. Or somewhat learned, I’m still learning. But one thing I did learn is never push for something. If it’s meant to happen, it will. On it’s own time, on an agenda we don’t see.

So I backpeddaled. There are boundaries in place now, because I don’t ever want to assume anything again. He is my teacher of hard knocks. He comforts me and builds me up. He waits patiently (with many eye rolls) when I’m being a brat and tantrumming over mundane life. I love and trust Him. I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Hail to You, Flamehair. Happy Loki’s day.



The wheel of the year is slowly turning. The dog days of summer are rolling through, humidity at it’s peak…and I cannot wait for fall.

If it could be fall all year round, I’d be one happy witch. Warm enough to just need one layer of clothing on, but cool enough with the breeze and everything just feels right. The colors of mother nature in fall are glorious…

But we’re not there just yet. Soon, it’s coming. Keeping an eye on the local Oak trees, and the excitement is budding.


Yesss my precious, soon you’ll be ready.

gifts and the crow tree.


** I’m creating my path. I borrow from other paths if I find it sits right with my intuition. Aware that totems and spirit messenger animals are not a Norse thing, but, it works with incredible accuracy for me. Also, am allowed to keep crow feathers, no laws broken **

After connecting with Odin last year,and remembering the ravens and crows who would visit me as a child…I was very, very obsessed with obtaining corvid feathers. I wanted to acquire them naturally. And I looked. Hard. For many many months. I’d occaisionally find one, but it would be in such bad shape I’d pass on it. I would follow the local murder, knew the forest they preferred. We got onto some sort of friendly basis, I started cawing to them like I did as a child. Till they started engaging me back. I can only imagine how it looked to outsiders, but once I knew this relationship was there, it brought a level of deep rooted happiness I hadn’t known in a long while.

I was getting ready to order some crow feathers off of Etsy, I just was not finding them anywhere. But, mundane life kept interupting. No feathers bought.

Dec 25th, 2014 was spiritual life changing for me. I went about the morning in confusion, how to honor my pagan roots without the Christian influence. We were all gathering at my sister’s house that afternoon for the Christmas meal. Exiting my house, two crows came flying straight for me, almost like they were going to crash into the wall. At the last moment they flew upwards and gone. That woke me out of my funk.

At the dinner, overhearing some casual conversation between family members, and my brother in law mentions a crow wing. Again I wake up, and jump into the conversation. This very morning, bro discovered a freshly cut off crow wing, at the foot of his garden shed. I asked what he did with it, he had kicked it under the bush. I grabbed a bag and some gloves and ran out, hoping like hel the wing was still there.

And it was. Perfectly frozen in the snow. Complete wing, up to the shoulder. I collected it. I knew. Just knew it was meant for me. Thanked the Gods for this amazing gift.


I cannot find the photo I took of the wing. But instead, here’s a photo of my bounty of feathers left over, from all the crafts I’ve already done with them. The very best ones adorn the altars. They have a gorgeous blue tinge to the black.

Cleaning the wing and plucking the feathers was an experience in itself. I lit incense and made it something of a ritual. I thanked the crow for the wing and the opportunity. I cried and cried. The feelings. No words. In a series of dreams and divination, I learned what I was to do with the wing bone. I was to keep it frozen til the ground thawed. And bury it. But I was to bury it and plant an oak seedling over it. The seedling would recieve nutrients from the wing. It would be known as the crow tree. And to do this in the forest my murder prefers.

Photos of the remaining bounty of feathers, and the Crow Tree, planted.


Altar evolution


While searching for a different photo, for a different post…I came across a bunch of photos of Loki’s altar changes over the seasons. Other post will wait, instead, here is some photo spam.

(focal art peice by Hellanim, work found here…Hellanim’s Deviantart)

Summer version

An offering set on fire, either scotch or fireball.

Samhain version, with a shrine to Hela above.

…an idea for those mini crystal skull vodka bottles. Fill with oil, add a wick, and light for a cheap, frugal and funky candle for Himself.