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Daughter of Venus: Friday Night Rite

Venus rules this most popular day of the week. Small wonder that this is the ideal night for a tryst. To prepare yourself for a night of lovemaking, you should take a goddess bath with the following potion in a special cup or bowl. I call mine the Venus Vial. Perform this rite on a Friday night.

1 cup sesame oil

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My primary goddess is Freya. That has been true all along, as the gods have recently affirmed for me, even when Freya gave me to Sigyn for a while. Sigyn was who I needed at the point in my life when I was dealing with caregiving and then death and its aftermath. As long time readers of this blog know, last year I started my Monster Powers journey (see my posts titled Monster Powers.) As my Gila Lizard Powers (GLP-1) medicine got my health under control and I started losing weight, I found myself vaulted into the world of perfumes, and began exploring new aspects of beauty which I had never considered before. That was when the goddess Frigga told me my primary goddess was still Freya and always would be. Later I affirmed that with Freya herself.

Long ago, in my 20s, my natural body was thin and beautiful and strong and capable. It was also dying, bleeding to death. I tried a medicine to attempt to make that stop, Depo-Provera, which didn't work and caused me to gain 60 lbs. in 3 months and become severely depressed before I went off of it and started trying other medicines over the course of the next year, none of which really worked, but I survived. In trying to deal with my new body, I began making art of Stone Age goddesses such as the Goddess of Willendorf and the Goddess and Laussel. I shifted my personal beauty standard to the Stone Age and identified as goddess shaped. I realized the rest of the world took that as a joke, and went with it, as I went with it any time my most serious and personal expressions came across as funny. For 30 years, I embraced Stone Age beauty, even as I tried, and failed, to get my natural body back.

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Relax in a clean sauna

 

So, boys, sauna's all stoked up. Which will it be tonight: social sweat, or ritual?

Sacred or secular? No, not really. Sitting around sweating together, naked in the dark: that's sacred—non-ordinary, you could say—pretty much by definition.

No, both kinds of sweat are sacred. They're just for different purposes.

One's for talking, one's for doing.

Sometimes there are things that need to be said, honesties that need to be spoken, agreements that need to be reached. The power of the sauna makes all those things easier.

That's the talking sweat.

For the other, though, we leave the words behind. Instead, we sing: three songs. One to begin, one to do, one to end.

Somewhere in there, in one of those songs, we always sing to the Horned, since he's the one that taught us the sweat in the first place.

That's the singing sweat. That's for working magic.

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Prelude to a Kiss: Romance Rituals

This section of spell work relates to the arts of love, starting with the first kiss. Make that kiss unforgettable! Tattoo your touch onto your lover’s skin! Leave more than an impression, and most important, merge into a oneness that is truest enchantment. From time immemorial, witches have enchanted everyone with their magical beauty. That’s because we know how to supplement Mother Nature’s gifts. Before a special evening, I usually employ a “glamour gloss” of my own design so that each kiss is a passion spark. You will need the following:

Lip gloss

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For years, I thought that I didn't like grits.

I was wrong, of course.

 

By grits, of course, I mean corn grits.

Technically, you can make grits from any kind of grain—the word itself refers to a specific kind of coarse grind, no more—but when an American says grits, it can only mean one kind.

Just as the word deer, which used to mean any wild animal, has now come to mean the animal par excellence, the paradigmatic American Animal of Animals, so too has corn, which used to mean any kind of grain, come to mean the paradigmatic American Grain of Grains.

Corn and venison, that's our food.

 

(My friend Craig, who comes from Texas originally, assures me that grits is properly a three-syllable word: guh-REE-yuts; but maybe he's just joking.)

 

I was wrong, of course. (How could you not like grits?) What I didn't like was what people add to grits.

Cheese grits: yuck. Way too rich.

Garlic grits: yuck. Completely takes over.

Not to mention all the (shudder) nasty, stinky butter that folks ladle over grits to give them flavor. Triple yuck. (Makes sign of aversion.)

Yes, I thought that I didn't like grits until the day that I first had grits at their minimalist best: no butter, no cheese, no garlic. Naked grits. Water, grits, and salt, toute simple.

Oh joy, O rapture.

That delicate corn flavor, that lovely, nubbly texture: nothing fills or warms you better on a cold winter's morning than a nice bowl of grits. A little salt, a little pepper: for gods' sakes, don't pollute them with anything else. Really, what more do they need?

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The Wolf Moon That Lingers

 This seemed all too apropos for me to post as close to the night of the Full Wolf Moon as possible. It was so bright with the colorful halos around it this weekend, it already appeared all the way there. Alas, I ran out of time with my schedule yesterday, but since the moon’s lingering beauty and power will remain at least three days more, this is still relevant. It is a special time of year, for those two items alone. To me, the wolf symbolizes resilience, perseverance, and inner resolves. Making the most of our reserves, if you will. Unless you are a purposeful lone wolf, there’s no reason not to draw on some help from the pack (or our friends and family) when we need to. At the beginning of the year, this January Full Moon also brings with it, an air of mystery of the unknown. The year is new, awaiting us and we have yet to see how exactly things are going to unfold. There might be some fear, caution, or trepidation with these looming question marks. This could also be coupled with excitement, anticipation, and a healthy sense of adventure. I’m going to lean in harder to the latter, myself. Facing the fear and doing it anyway, feels about right at the moment.

Scary Stuff

Speaking of shaking hands with the big scary out there, I will be sharing my intimate “Colleen Confessional” on my podcast, “Women Who Howl at the Moon” this month. It can be a little vulnerable and unnerving sharing some of my deepest thoughts with a microphone for 30-40 minutes and putting them out there on the Interweb for all to hear, but I am definitely one to trust my instincts.

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An Introduction to Astragalomancy

Paganicon 2025

 

At the upcoming Paganicon 2025, I'll be teaching a workshop in Astragalomancy: divination by the casting of knucklebones.

As divinatory systems go, one could characterize this one as quick and deep. I can (and will) teach you the basics of the Bones in five minutes.

So what do I plan to do with the remaining 55 minutes of the workshop? Easily told.

Context, context, context.

 

In the waking time between first and second sleeps, I lie abed alert, drawing up the story arc of the forthcoming workshop.

In so doing, I come to the heart of the Old Ways.

What is that, you ask?

Listen, and I'll tell you.

 

The Horned speaks in many ways, but perhaps most clearly through the Bones.

(They come, after all, from His own Body.)

Who is the Horned? The God of Witches.

Who are the Tribe of Witches? The People of the Horned.

Listen, and I'll tell you.

 

It's paradigmatically Neo-Pagan behavior to rip gods, practices, and concepts from their cultural contexts and claim them for our own, we whose natal gods, practices, and concepts were torn from us long ago.

Behold: the violated becoming, in turn, the violator.

This we do even though, by so doing, we strip said gods, practices, and concepts from that which makes them truly pagan.

Behold, I will tell you all of paganism in three words.

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