If Nettle wrote a book

– First off, why do my muses insist on talking to me in the shower right before I want to go to bed?  (Glory wonders the same thing.  Why DO the Muses love to interrupt showers?  I keep a notebook and pen in the bathroom for this very reason!)

– Second, humanity does not have a good track record when it comes to understanding, accepting or being flexible with to those who claim or have claimed they read, write and understand the “word of god”.  Christianity is a prime example here and their book that is the word of god.

– Third, the book I would write would be the shortest book ever.

Let me show you….

Nettle’s Book on how to worship Hestia

Um….. get some fire in your house – no, foolish one, don’t start your house on fire, but get fire into your house. A candle, an oil lamp, and if you win the lottery build a hearth in your kitchen. Decorate said fire, make it your altar. Meditate on Hestia – who is she? What does she mean to you? Cook meals for your friends and family. Feed a homeless person. Help build houses for homeless people. Try to be the best person you can be as Hestia sees you.

The End

See… rather sucky book. No real beginning, middle or end. No hero’s quests, no monsters to overcome.

While I’m on this roll…

Nettle’s Book on how to worship Demeter

Go outside, buy plants, plant things. Watch them grow. Learn the seasons. Be one with the seasons.  Learn to make bread, brew some beer, play with grain. Meditate on Demeter. Who is she? What does she mean to you? Try to be the best person you can be as Demeter sees you. (Hope askes: So, just HOW does she see you? Who knows! )

The End.

Or what I think is my favorite…

Nettle’s Book on How to worship Persephone

Persephone (and Kore) is not a victim, but young woman in her full capacities understanding a need of the world. She is fully understanding of her power and responsibilities. Don’t be afraid of your inner queen. Life and death happen, Persephone has your back. Mediate on Persephone and/or Kore.  Who is she? What does she mean to you? Try to be the best person you can be as Persephone sees you. (But how will you know what Persephone wants you to be if nothing is given as a guideline? Hope asks)

The End.

So, as much as I love the idea of writing a book (snarky sarcasm alert) I do love helping and teaching people to learn about the old gods as part of their personal journey. I can offer guidelines and support, but each of us has to find our own path up to Mount Olympus and to sit next to the gods enjoying an afternoon chat.

This is my advice and my guidelines to newbie pagans or those looking to advance your practice and connection with deity.

– Read
– Read
– Read

– Take a class in sociology and anthropology. Learn how society affects a writer and to identify cultural markers in writing. Every culture has them.

– Remember that the victors write the history – some deities painted as villains were done so because their people lost the war. I’m thinking of Baal, Lilith and Tiamat here in particular; most “recorded” history of these deities is colored by the conquering people. The Titans would fall into this group as well. Are these deities really evil or were they painted as evil to get people not to worship them, but to instead worship the new gods of the conquerors.

– Meditate
– Meditate
– Meditate

– Question, be skeptical and ask lots of questions.  Ask me questions.  I LOVE questions. It’s how I grow and evolve in my practice.

– Learn to hear your own magical voice

– Develop your own symbolism. (ha! Where have you heard that before…) Seriously ask yourself questions all the time such as: why do people think the color green represents money and is that true for you? How much of that is due to culture and society and how much of that is true core belief for you. If green doesn’t work for you then what does? Gold, silver, red? What color feels like money? Why? Then moving on, what deity feels like money to you? Why? Write down and record your thoughts and ideas.

– Give yourself the freedom to change your ideas, your mind and to grow.

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A case for good solid wards

Our Hope is an idea person. She has all kinds of ideas. Some great, some not so great, some totally WTF and others huh… need to ponder that one for a while and I’ll get back to you. She and I were chatting the other day about times when we felt our magic had helped in a real tangible way. I thought I would share this story with you.

It was Fall of 2009, Coyover and I were living in a city in the Midwest with our three spawn and as luck would have it Hope and Nicodemus were visiting us. It was a rare treat and we had already been discussing plans for Thanksgiving. I believe that I have spoken before about how Coyover is a mad man (mad Coyote? smart Coyote…) when it comes to wards. It was part of his nightly ritual of tucking the spawn into bed, giving them their light before bed and to recast the wards before going to bed himself. We had been living in this house for about eight years so these wards that had started with the foundation of the house had started to grow and solidify to the edges of our yard and creeping to the whole block. I had added my own energies to the wards in planting flowers and herbs strategically around the yard nothing terribly exciting but it was pretty.

It was, and is (though we no longer live there) a good house. It was an old house sitting on a corner lot in one of the older neighborhoods of this Midwest town. It was located in one of those neighborhoods that can’t decide if it’s up and coming or falling out of favor. We often joked that we got the nightmare house (though in reality it was a bit of a dream – diamond in the rough kind of place) given we signed for our house on Elm St on Friday the 13th…mwahahahha…. So we had our mix of good neighbors, new families, and first time home owners, old couples having lived their whole life in their house, rentals and meth houses.

We – Hope, Nic and I – were making dinner plans, chatting, getting caught up, doing a bit of gaming, waiting for the spawn to get home from school and Coyover home from work.
It is hard to describe what happened next – it was a sensation, almost a force wave hitting the side of the house – windows shook, pets and people freaked. The sounds hit next with a squealing of tires followed by a crunch and more tire squealing and another crunch or twelve. If I had been standing up I am darn sure that wave of energy hitting the side of the house would have physically moved me.

Nic gave me that look that he has and in his wonderfully understated way said “That doesn’t sound good.”

Getting up looking out the front window we both saw a no longer pristine mustang car making its way at high speed down the street where it bounced off a few more of the neighbor’s cars before coming to a horrible stop. Some lone figure crawled from the wreckage and ran down the alley way.

The rest of the story is rather droll, we called the cops, and we called our insurance agent after we discovered mustang driver had totaled our van. It’s one of those meth, stolen vehicle, police chasing at 40 to 50 miles an hour down small neighborhood streets running from cops stories.

Thinking back now I am sure that whoever was driving that car hit our wards trying to make the turn from one side street onto our street. The speeds this person was going, the force at which they hit my poor van (she sacrificed herself that day to keep her family safe, such a noble van) .. it was crazy. Yes part of my mind questions, did the wards help… but reading police reports knowing that this person had already hit three other parked cars before hitting my van going on and hitting two other cars down the street it makes you wonder how they made that turn. Had they not made that turn they would have ended up right in my living room.

It was the wards that made a difference that day.

Who will write the Books?

Hope (that’s me!) was kicking around some ideas with Glory and Nettle yesterday, and one which caught my attention was the question of getting the deities words out there to their people. Glory, being a seer, has plenty on her plate already, and Nettle noped her way as far from it as she could, even with the temptation of writing down her beloved Hestia’s words. The reason I brought it up is the ridiculous to-and-froing going on in the pagan community over the meaning of polytheism, a term that defines itself. I haven’t delved into it deeply, but how can someone put a rigid definition on the word and claim that their polytheism is the only polytheism? Why hasn’t the community given these people the stink-eye and turned to more profitable arguments?

There is no Book of Hestia, informing her devotees of her wishes for adoration. No Book of Thoth, outlining the same. No Book of Loki, no Book of Nammu (but she’s not interested in having one written, either), no Book of Tiamat. Their followers flounder around in the dark, trying this and that, hoping that something will be acceptable and if it isn’t, that Someone will step up and say something. This leads to a state wherein we peck each other bloody because we have no guidelines or boundaries.

With the coming reuniting of the Realms, the gods need to step up and dictate what their religions will consist of. Those that do this early will have a better chance of getting their stories out, especially if They have evolved (one certainly hopes They have) and wish to shed their old persona for their new one. It’s time for those who have good ‘godphones’ to become the scribes of the deities. It’s time for the deities to begin tapping those people, and opening others up to doing this work for them. And it’s time for the Books to get out to the wider public, probably via e-books.

Will these Books be met with universal acclaim and acceptance? Let’s not fool ourselves – they will threaten the way some people see their gods, and we all know what kind of fury born of fear that triggers. The thoughtful will seek confirmation and the threatened will seek to destroy. Full plate armor might be a wise investment for the more sensitive among us. Don’t let the sure knowledge of the outrage stop you from stepping up and volunteering, though. Your Deity needs you to get Her/His words out there. And Her/His followers need those words, whether they think they do or not.

 

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Sending Lammas Blessings to all our readers family and friends. While it’s too freaking hot to bake today I’m sharing past loaves of success, and sending out wishes for a fruitful harvest to everyone. Demeter shall soon be mourning her Persephone.

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