Celebrating Pi Day. Yay! One year ago today, with encouragement from my therapist back then, I made the decision to start writing again. I have dabbled on and off for years. When my kids were little, I was excited to find myself in contact with a literary agent. Of course, it went no further than two correspondences, but I am sure you can imagine my surprise. The story was terrible, no real thought put into it, just some people running around with magical powers. I quit writing for about ten years before picking it up again. Explored the Writer’s Market for a few months and had no idea what I was doing or how to do it. I have always been an artist. Primarily I work with acrylic on canvas. Some, but not all, are on my Paintings page. Like any aspiring artist I attempt and fail often at marketing and the business aspects of creation. My intention with this blog is write and discuss my interests. Which usually boil down to the occult and trauma. With an artistic flair, of course.

After years of trial and error, back and forth with myself, and with encouragement from friends and family, I’m taking the plunge. And by this, I mean fully stepping out of that proverbial (broom) closet. This is absolutely terrifying for me. Being authentic. Speaking my real mind, especially in this terrible dystopia we find ourselves trapped within. Sharing visions that I see that I was taught to fear. I was born in ’81 and grew up in a world where I thought more people were like me and believed in things like equality, rights and magick. It wasn’t until I started growing up that I realized how much emphasis society placed on what’s between my legs. As scared as I have always been of violent persecution for my belief’s (which I have endured violent persecution in this life while being named a witch.) I am angrier than scared now. It’s that deep anger that wounded animals choke on when they swallow their fear. Our species is not equipped to handle the onslaught of a Digital Revolution. I don’t think any people are ever ready for any revolution, really. Growth spurts hurt.

Constructive anger is one thing. I do not welcome hate in your heart here. My goal is to create space. Safe space. For me and for you. Where the astral worlds can exist in real time and space hovering over the heavy weight that is our current celestial home. I am a polytheist and pagan. Only recently have I come to learn of the term multi-trad. Druidry within ADF is where I have found community. My solitaire path has earned me various Magi degrees within the Fellowship of Isis. (The FOI honors Goddess Isis, not the terror group.) I am also somewhat an astro nerd. Alchemical symbols are some of my favorite typographies. I work with various deities and have not been able to declare Priestesshood even after many years of study. There’s too many of them, lol. Which is also why I am here, to have fun talking about weird ass witchy shit that many people would say was “The Devil!” Like the three headed librarian dragon wearing wigs that I saw floating on a chess board in outer space. Or visiting an astral temple to practice elemental work, and other various encounters with the Kindred. I want to use this blog to explore my show and tell techniques I am hoping to develop as a writer. Many people have ambitions that start out strong and fade over time. I sometimes go ten years between picking up a paintbrush. I do hope to start making posts on a regular basis, I am also working on a book and at about 40K words, and well life might happen, so we’ll see how this goes.   

Full disclaimer: I am not a pagan reconstructionist, which means to expect my UPG. I work with various Jotun’s, Titans, and Dragons. Sorry, but not the, Fomorians. Deities of the underworld and war have called me the longest, then Chaos, then Fire. Awen\|/ I am known to fully research a topic before giving my full opinion. Maybe knowing just enough to be dangerous? One last thing, this space will be used to #smashthepatriarchy. TF.