Hey Guys!!!
Blogging, for the first time since the invention of blogging, has fallen off my mental plate for awhile. But! I am thankful the Goddess invented blogging. Because it will help me promote this event. You should come. It was invented just for you!
Ethical Spellcraft: A Discussion
Date: Saturday, April 25, 2009
Time: 4:00pm - 6:00pm
Location: WOW Cafe Theater 59-61 East 4th Street, 4th Floor New York, NY
Cost: $10 Suggested Donation
SPACE IS LIMITED! RESERVATIONS STRONGLY RECOMMENDED: courtneyaweber@gmail.com
Description
When to cast? When to bind? When even....to curse? Witches today are flooded with information on spells--but when is it necessary to use them? Are love spells really "white magick" or manipulative? Is binding really "black magick" or does it prevent harm? When you send someone good energy, for whose good is it for? How can we use magick for the greater good of the planet, and what does "greater good" mean? This class opens dialog on the ethics of spellcraft and magick, raising questions every practitioner should ask themselves before casting.
Led by a Witch with more humorously disastrous spell stories than Disney could concoct, this class will not seek to provide rules on when to cast, but help the participants formulate their own questions and better reflect on the best use of their own magick. Class will also provide new spell recipes and group meditation. Great for the novice or the experienced!
This two hour workshop will charge a suggestion donation of $10. Half of all proceeds will go directly to the Wow CafeTheater.
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Monday, March 9, 2009
Surprise, surprise.....
They didn't mention Pagan faiths as on the rise....but that's okay. Let's keep under the radar. :)
http://www.cnn.com/2009/LIVING/wayoflife/03/09/us.religion.less.christian/index.html?eref=rss_latest
http://www.cnn.com/2009/LIVING/wayoflife/03/09/us.religion.less.christian/index.html?eref=rss_latest
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
The Ancients got Down and Dirty with their Hymns...
Sapho's Hymn to Aphrodite
Iridescent-throned Aphrodite, deathless
Child of Zeus, wile-weaver, I now implore you,
Don't--I beg you, Lady--with pains and torments
Crush down my spirit,
But before if ever you've heard my pleadings
Then return, as once when you left your father's
Golden house; you yoked to your shining car your
Wing-whirring sparrows;
Skimming down the paths of the sky's bright ether
On they brought you over the earth's black bosom,
Swiftly--then you stood with a sudden brilliance,
Goddess, before me;
Deathless face alight with your smile, you asked me
What I suffered, who was my cause of anguish,
What would ease the pain of my frantic mind, and
Why had I called you
To my side: "And whom should Persuasion summon
Here, to soothe the sting of your passion this time?
Who is now abusing you, Sappho? Who is
Treating you cruelly?
Now she runs away, but she'll soon pursue you;
Gifts she now rejects--soon enough she'll give them;
Now she doesn't love you, but soon her heart will
Burn, though unwilling."
Come to me once more, and abate my torment;
Take the bitter care from my mind, and give me
All I long for; Lady, in all my battles
Fight as my comrade.
Iridescent-throned Aphrodite, deathless
Child of Zeus, wile-weaver, I now implore you,
Don't--I beg you, Lady--with pains and torments
Crush down my spirit,
But before if ever you've heard my pleadings
Then return, as once when you left your father's
Golden house; you yoked to your shining car your
Wing-whirring sparrows;
Skimming down the paths of the sky's bright ether
On they brought you over the earth's black bosom,
Swiftly--then you stood with a sudden brilliance,
Goddess, before me;
Deathless face alight with your smile, you asked me
What I suffered, who was my cause of anguish,
What would ease the pain of my frantic mind, and
Why had I called you
To my side: "And whom should Persuasion summon
Here, to soothe the sting of your passion this time?
Who is now abusing you, Sappho? Who is
Treating you cruelly?
Now she runs away, but she'll soon pursue you;
Gifts she now rejects--soon enough she'll give them;
Now she doesn't love you, but soon her heart will
Burn, though unwilling."
Come to me once more, and abate my torment;
Take the bitter care from my mind, and give me
All I long for; Lady, in all my battles
Fight as my comrade.
Sunday, March 1, 2009
Had a talk last night with the Goddess
Aided by the use of a particular substance, I asked Jesus for forgiveness. Not for anything in particular. Out of habit. He didn't answer.
So, I asked the Goddess for forgiveness. Not for anything in particular--but old habits die hard.
"I don't need to forgive you," She said. "I never thought you needed forgiveness to start with."
So, I asked the Goddess for forgiveness. Not for anything in particular--but old habits die hard.
"I don't need to forgive you," She said. "I never thought you needed forgiveness to start with."
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Running a group....
Is hard.
There isn't a way around it. It's tough.
Beyond the questions of accepted decorum, beyond the constant configuration of different personalities merging, it's easy to lose track of what the Group or Coven came together to do in the first place--lead people to their spiritual path.
When you focus on the big message, it's so much easier. It's all the little bullshit ("Whose salt do we use??? What's the protocol here? Shouldn't we invoke Her as Hecate as opposed to Tlachta?")
The little things separate us from the Spirit. And makes it all the more difficult.
There isn't a way around it. It's tough.
Beyond the questions of accepted decorum, beyond the constant configuration of different personalities merging, it's easy to lose track of what the Group or Coven came together to do in the first place--lead people to their spiritual path.
When you focus on the big message, it's so much easier. It's all the little bullshit ("Whose salt do we use??? What's the protocol here? Shouldn't we invoke Her as Hecate as opposed to Tlachta?")
The little things separate us from the Spirit. And makes it all the more difficult.
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
This is not how you pick up a Witch.
Or a chick, rather. Any chick. Sorry for my passive aggressive approach to the guy who found me through Witchvox.com and is probably reading this. But this just isn't how you get a strange woman to respond.
Hi
I am a guy, 33 y old... You are very pretty. Now because just 2 lines dont look good...i am going ask questions
Which planet you are referring to ? "The" planet? There are so many.
I like alien race :)
Hi
I am a guy, 33 y old... You are very pretty. Now because just 2 lines dont look good...i am going ask questions
Which planet you are referring to ? "The" planet? There are so many.
I like alien race :)
Sunday, February 15, 2009
Thoughts on St. Ignatius and the passing of my friend, Sally.
A nut. A masochist. Of course, he ended up detailing an excellent number of exercises which are meant to be life changing and I look forward to trying them. But he seemed to have subjected himself to a bunch of things that are rather unnecessary. I don’t have a lot of patience with people who continue to throw away the things that God hands to them. I see the point in throwing away riches in order to better know the power of the Universe, as the possessions, to quote “FightClub”, the things you own, end up owning you. Great. So throw away and know the Universe will provide. But then to throw them away again when you’ve got them? Mooching off everyone else’s hard earned resources? I imagine that that would annoy God, but maybe it’s all about that my Mom hated it when I would give away my things to other kids. Or spend my money on other people. “But Mom, that’s what JESUS would have done!!!” Then again, it wasn’t my money to spend and give to others, but hers. And it’s not like the kids down the street were starving when I gave them half a box of Honeycomb cereal. I felt bad for them because their Mom never let them have sweets, so I shared with them. Mom wasn’t mad about that, but because I gave away the cereal she bought. So, if we’re in need, and the Universe provides—is it foolish to throw it away and just expect that the Universe will provide again?
What’s funny though, is when I’m generous with my money and possessions, I end up with more money and possessions—that I inevitably end up giving away. I read Tarot for money and while much of this money goes to project that end up affecting my spiritual Group or supporting projects the Gods have assigned me to, I make sure to give a piece to charity, and make sure I give away a reading once in awhile.
Once, I gave away a striped scarf my mother gave me to a woman whose birthday it was. I didn’t know the woman hardly at all, but the scarf looked so much better on her with her outfit than it did on mine. I felt bad at first, but it wasn’t a scarf Mom had spent a lot of money on. Mom and I butt heads about the use of possessions.
I don’t know. I really hate Trustifarians and St. Ignatius of Loyola reminded me of one of those—given the riches of the world and turning them away to go on a journey. But yet, his was one to find the power of God and share it with other people. Not just to heap it on himself. And who am I to criticize the path the Universe has laid out for another person.
I was in the middle of writing this when I learned that a friend of mine passed away. It’s very hard to criticize a saint who lived long ago when a saint who you’ve known so well has just passed out of physical existence.
Maybe bitching about St. Ignatius and butting ideological heads with my mother isn’t the best use of my time.
I look forward to sharing my stories about Sally. But I think for now, I’m going to make it a quiet night, and go about my business. Last night I met a man who didn’t speak for a day as a way to learn to listen. I will not be speaking for the rest of the night as a way to honor the person I loved, whose voice will not be heard again.
What’s funny though, is when I’m generous with my money and possessions, I end up with more money and possessions—that I inevitably end up giving away. I read Tarot for money and while much of this money goes to project that end up affecting my spiritual Group or supporting projects the Gods have assigned me to, I make sure to give a piece to charity, and make sure I give away a reading once in awhile.
Once, I gave away a striped scarf my mother gave me to a woman whose birthday it was. I didn’t know the woman hardly at all, but the scarf looked so much better on her with her outfit than it did on mine. I felt bad at first, but it wasn’t a scarf Mom had spent a lot of money on. Mom and I butt heads about the use of possessions.
I don’t know. I really hate Trustifarians and St. Ignatius of Loyola reminded me of one of those—given the riches of the world and turning them away to go on a journey. But yet, his was one to find the power of God and share it with other people. Not just to heap it on himself. And who am I to criticize the path the Universe has laid out for another person.
I was in the middle of writing this when I learned that a friend of mine passed away. It’s very hard to criticize a saint who lived long ago when a saint who you’ve known so well has just passed out of physical existence.
Maybe bitching about St. Ignatius and butting ideological heads with my mother isn’t the best use of my time.
I look forward to sharing my stories about Sally. But I think for now, I’m going to make it a quiet night, and go about my business. Last night I met a man who didn’t speak for a day as a way to learn to listen. I will not be speaking for the rest of the night as a way to honor the person I loved, whose voice will not be heard again.
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