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One Lump or Two

Ten years ago or more, when I was a bit more spunky, I and the team of people I’d managed to assemble went around bothering various things be it a god or a random ghost and even Edgar Cayce. Yes, I do mean astrally, or with remote viewing. You name it. The joke? It’s tea time. Is it tea time. Ready for tea time. Hey everybody it’s time for tea.

I was referring to a time when the Wheel turns and something was gonna happen. It was something I knew to expect, but when you’re in “the program” just about everything is only hinted at in your mind and half the time you’re not sure where you get your shit from until it’s too late.

Roll to now several years later. I’d forgotten about that old joke. The team is long since gone – most of them went mundane. And suddenly the Hollywood butterflies are *referring to tea time*. Taylor Swift is being served tea by a snake in her most recent video. Someone else said it was tea time in something, I can’t remember what, but it made me sit up with eyebrows to my forehead.

… It’s… apparently tea time.


I just… don’t know what tea time actually… is.

The only thing I know is this. When Oswald supposedly shot JFK, he had a meeting with a woman that day who served him tea. It was tea time for him. And he cannot remember.

This phenomenon is mirrored by a few other “lone” assassins.

WTF is tea time….


Kinsouth 2018

Fortune and the forces have worked to bring me Kinsouth’s new place already. It will be a bit of a pilgrimage this year but it’s worth it.

So far the date is set for the weekend of September 20, 22, somewhere around there near the moon. I know Kinsouth is usually set in October, but that date was set for a couple of reasons – none of which are necessary anymore. I’d rather it follow the moon around that time, and this is the moon we chose.

It’s too early to start putting up information on things, but know the spot is lovely. And will be worth the drive, we hope.

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The Elephant in the Room

Lord Ganesha Drawings Simple God Ganesh Drawings | Free Download Clip Art | Free Clip Art | OnThe prodigal cat, Liono Mongo, had a high fever a couple of nights ago and I was worried. I can’t help it. Ever since that time he ran away, I’ve been more sensitive to his needs. He, in turn, appears to be more sensitive as if his grueling ordeal still hadn’t quite faded. And it probably hasn’t.

So I had him in my arms where he preferred to be, and it’s the middle of the night. No vets were open, and the coffers were low anyway. So, as I’ve been working with Buer a little bit over the past few weeks, I started reaching out to him to heal my kitteh.

I was really worried, so I had my eyes closed and was really trying to open that channel and help Mongo out. That’s when something flickered to the right side of my mind’s eye peripheral vision.

I remember thinking that I must have had an energy channel open, and that this was good for Mongo. But the flickering didn’t stay in one place. It quickly became apparent that I was watching something flitter down, floating back and forth like a leaf falling from a tree. My mind’s eye sees in black and white, usually, and with a TV static appearance but it was enough to see the leaflike object get a little larger. It began to remind of a paisley design.

‘What is that,’ I’m half-wondering while continuing to focus on healing Mongo. The object was now at a constant distance – in my mind’s eye it looked like it was a few inches big. In real life distance that probably would have put it a block away from me I guess. At about this point I started to make out the outline of an elephant’s trunk.

Even after seeing that I was still trying to figure out what I was looking it. After about a minute I asked, “Ganesh… uh… are you Ganesh?” Oh yeah, I’m just full of social graces and clever conversation openers.

I received no answer, of course. Just silence and this floaty almost paisley shaped blob with an elephant truck that I could almost guess was Ganesh sitting on one of those lotus thrones, but stylized.

As per usual this brought me back, and I was left wondering why in the world Ganesh would answer my call to Buer. Mind you, being answered by the wrong entity seems to be getting common for me. I was reaching out to Shammash a couple of months ago and got Hephaestus instead.  It’s like I’m always dialing the wrong number, or perhaps when the phone rings in the Great God Apartment in the Aether someone else answers when my target isn’t available.

Mongo started to act like he felt better within the hour.  The next day I turned to the not so wise internet to find out why the fuck I had an elephant pay a visit floating miraculously on a leaf in the mental sky.

I knew nothing about Ganesh, and this situation is something I actually tend to cultivate. When the information comes to me after I’ve encountered the fact, it’s easier to say for sure that your imagination didn’t mess up the entire affair. I read how Ganesh got his elephant head – apparently there are a couple of stories, one of which involves Saturn. That left me wondering just which planetary deity Ganesh is, but anyway.

When I came across how Ganesh never ever speaks, I knew I’d not dreamed it. Not that I thought I had. I was wide awake for all of that.

However I haven’t found anything yet about Ganesh actually *healing* anything or anyone. He’s the patron of intellect, arts, and things that I do naturally as per my personality and bent. I can’t find anything about him being a healer. But don’t think I haven’t noticed that this is not the first patron of arts and science to come to me, a person of arts and science, when calling for help. It’s like I’ve got the attention of the Cosmic College’s Arts and Science department.

Which leaves me wondering why in the fuck he came on Buer’s behalf. Or maybe he saw an open window and floated in by the breeze.

My ability to connect with things has really improved, and this makes me happy. It’s even better than when I was younger, when I was active before. This might be because I have less fucks to give over what people think of me. Giving a fuck still brought persecution, so to hell with it. I’m simply going to be what I was born to be.

Being visited frequently like this? Well. Someone said a neat quote to me about that. “In some societies you’re crazy if you see your grandfather’s ghost; in other societies you’re crazy if you don’t.” I may make that my motto.

Mind you, this doesn’t mean you shouldn’t be wary of people who really are mentally insane. Or the worse kind of assholes – the kind that are out for something. Anything. So long as they can take and throw you away.

But! Ganesh. As he removes obstacles, maybe it removed what was making Mongo sick. Who knows.


Demons! Beware! Raaauuurrrghggh….

Sometimes I do research. (Shouldn’t we all?) Tonight’s research lead me to an article about demons, and how horrible and woeful they are. According to this article, they’re literally out to grab the human soul and send it to hell for all eternity because they’re just that kind of petty. Roar. Beware demons.

Well. I don’t always like to sit in my echo chamber, so I decided to give this article a serious read. As I was reading all of the attributes demons apparently have, I realized that this actually matched that of certain aliens. As I have mentioned and written about before.

So here are some points to augment an earlier article I wrote, based on this other article I just read.

  • Demons like to fake being human spirits so you won’t know what they are. Apparently.

To be honest, I’m sure there may be a demon out there that has faked it. We all fake things at one time or another. They might fake being human. You might fake that orgasm. It’s all in the delivery.

There is also the caveat that people always seem to overlook. Just as there are demons (or spirits in general) that might misrepresent their identity, there are people who will – by accident or on purpose – mistake identity. We’re all familiar with the fake channelers (not to be confused with the real deal) who claim being in connection with any sort of famous or popular personalities like Geronimo or… and this is shameful… Robin Williams.

More, do you know who else fakes it on a regular basis, at least 90% of the time? Grey aliens, the kind who abduct you and tell you they love you while taking your sperm and eggs for their own agenda. In fact, I’d say this first description fits them more than anything else I’ve mentioned so far.

I am fortunate. In my life I’ve never had a demon fake being human anything. Things are usually pretty upfront, when they’re not connected to the alien agenda. I appreciate that sort of honesty.

“Hi there. I’m a demon from the billionth level of hell.”

“Hi. Thank you for your honesty. Would you like some tea?”

On the other hand, I’ve come across countless amounts of mortal liars. Some I even thought were my best friends. If they weren’t lying to me, they were lying to themselves. I’ve even lied to myself from time to time. It happens.

  • Practitioners of demonolatry are fooled by this and lead to believe they’re going to gain power in hell.

Ah. A prime example of what I mean by human spirits being liars. I’ve yet to meet a demonolatrist that even believes in hell. Much less.

I have to take this moment to give the article’s author some credit, though. They probably really do believe what they have said about demonolatrists. They’re wrong, of course, but they probably believe it. Which means someone ELSE lied at some point in time (even if it was an error based on assumption) and the lie lives on the author’s tongue. Which still makes them a liar.

  • Apparently one reason why demons fake being human is so they can appear harmless. They want to foster a relationship and get your trust so they can do bad things. Etc.

Where I can see the idea behind this sort of masquerade (a Masquerade of Angels, as it were), if you’re any sort of world-wise you’d know not to trust anything claiming to be humans. Humans can be the worst. The absolute worst.

Again, do you know who else does this very frequently for that very reason? You guessed it. The abduction aliens.

And do you know why they do that? To foster trust, to get you to accept it when they do the same objectionable things to your children, and to even say “this is for the good of the human race!” when what their global agenda is comes up in conversation.

Have you listened to the people who defend the world agenda? No? Listen to them. Really listen to them. It’s almost too sad. There are cases of them who are sexual objects, and they look forward to each encounter… until they find their five year old children committing sexual deeds that were taught to them by the very same sexual partners they themselves couldn’t wait to meet up with at night. There are other cases of them being terrified and feeling violated until they’re told if they just relax and let it happen it won’t be so bad. (Isn’t that what many career rapists say of their victims? Well. That’s where *I* first heard that line!) In at least one case I heard of, the poor woman completely lost her faith in God because… well… God didn’t save her during what happened.

Does that sound loving to you? Or honest? No. But give many of them a chance, and they turn right around to defend their alien handlers. Because they have a close relationship with them, don’t you know, and the aliens love them so much!

That is a prime example of how presenting a fake exterior to foster trust has done the very thing people are warned about when it comes to demons. It’s a shame more people aren’t being warned away from that – which BTW has more concrete evidence than demonic encounters do – than the creatures that don’t seem to be doing much of that at all.

It’s like telling everyone to stay away from the Good Witch Glenda because she’s a witch, but the Witch of the West is okay because she loaned Dorothy some shoes.

  • Demons will often describe themselves as a young person that died a tragic death.

M’kay. So do a lot of liars, some of them clothed in mortal flesh. If your spirit is a liar (and I’m not denying there are some that will lie) then they’re going to pick something to make you feel for them.

Likewise there actually are spirits of young people who died a tragic death. Not all of them are liars. The question then would be to ask, “I’m sorry, Mr. Demonic Presence, but could you tell me how this is relevant to giving me this week’s lottery numbers again?”

On this one, I’ve yet to come across a tale about an alien making this claim to their subject. So I’ll give them a free pass here.

What’s important with this statement is that the article is using the Ouija board as an example of spirits lying about how they died. I have problems with that. First, the Ouija board has been scientifically tested and has all sorts of scientific evidence to back up that most of the messages are coming from the users’ subconsciousness in many cases. (Obviously not all. Magic and power has its ways.) Secondly, the article is basing this off of how the board reacts when teenagers are using it.

You know teenagers and their penchant for tragedy. Angst. Hormones! Death! If it weren’t for that penchant, the vampiric blasphemy of Twilight would never have survived to annoy me.

If you’re going to use something as an example like that, at least use something that hasn’t been debunked or influenced by hormones one too many times.

  • Demons apparently lure their subjects into asking for hidden knowledge and going deeper with their questioning.

Um. Yes. Of course they do (for the most part). They want you to thrive. They want your brain working. It’s good for them just as much as it’s good for you. One thing I have come to realize about the spirits that many people classify as demons over my entire life is that they are a symbiotic race.

Understand what this means. This means they need us to thrive. They don’t want us cast in hell for the most part. (There are, of course, dangerous entities out there. Magic is a natural environment just like anywhere else.) If we thrive, we put out the kind of sparkling bits that they need to thrive. It’s 50/50. It’s win-win, when it’s healthy.

Do you know what we get when we turn into a cluster of people who are NOT asking for knowledge, looking at boundaries, and learning? We get the fall of Rome. We get the Dark Ages. We get what’s happening in many unpleasant parts of the world today. Knowledge is power. Hiding from it is very bad for the human race.

Just remember that with great knowledge comes great responsibility. For which you personally are responsible.

I know I’m especially bent against aliens and the alien agenda. You would be, too, if you had seen what I’ve seen and discovered what I now know. (And I still know so very little.) I write things like this because I care, even though I try very hard not to.

More importantly, though, is the article’s kind of thinking is the very thing that was brought to these American shores to my people. It decimated us. It completely undermined a large part of our culture, divided us against ourselves, and destroyed things we can never get back.

In my opinion, that’s a Great Sin.

I used to believe so much in this type of thinking. I was a very devout Christian once upon a time. Then I started to ask questions and probe deeper. I cracked open a few books and read them.

Demons didn’t need to entice me to do that. My love of the truth did that.

Which presents a complete contradiction, now doesn’t it. If demons are lying to you to get you to trust them and fall for even more lies, then why would they be asking you to find the truth?

Think about it.


Buer Health Potion Charm

bottleBuer, considered one of the great presidents of Hell and an overall smart guy, is the kind of demonic manitu that teaches philosophy, herbology and other fine and important things. Another important aspect of him, and why he was one of the first spirits I worked with in recent times, is that he is also a healer. Although he apparently has a better time working on the male body over the female. Which is okay. I have a better time drawing the female body over the male. We all have our hangups.

It occurred to me as I assembled charms for future convention stock (because I make charms for fun and profit), that one could literally  make a mana “potion” charm using the powers of Buer or some entity similar. The picture to the left of the first paragraph is such a thing.

It’s a self-augmenting item, I realized as I created it, sort of like sigil magic. Here is why and how I created it.

The bottle is a very tiny 1.5 milliliter size bottle. I buy bottles such as it in bulk on occasion for charm making. This one is about an inch tall, maybe less. Probably less.

Another item I have in my arsenal of bits and bobs are tiny rolls scrolls, also for charm making. I unrolled one, drew Buer’s sigil upon it, rerolled it, and trimmed the ends to make it a wee bit smaller. I could also have blessed the scroll, kissed it for luck, or any number of extra things but I personally have never had the need to take extra steps like that. But if you’re making one and you feel the need, by all means.

In most video and MMORG games, health potions are red. I filled the bottle about halfway with red glitter.

I inserted the scroll. It was still a little too tall to go below the neck of the bottle, so I filled the rest of the space with more red glitter.

I then put on the stopper and screw. To make sure thing don’t fall apart, I glued them. Elmer’s glue isn’t enough. You gotta use good glue for that part.

When it dries (it’s not dry yet) I’ll give it a lobster clasp and it will be ready to wear.

But I’ll need to wear it prominently for it to self augment. Oh, we all know that won’t be necessary but for me half of the fun is in the fun. I’ll be putting it on a necklace chain. Or. I’ll find a demonic manitu that enjoys teaching magic and make a matching charm for mana for a pair of earrings.

Imagine wearing this at, say, a gaming or science fiction/fantasy convention where everyone can see your health potion. Yep. That’s a lot of minds that will subconsciously, and even consciously, think “health” in your direction. Which will of course be like having a shower of health blessing all the convention long.

Maybe I’ll make some of these to sell. The problem is I couldn’t sell them outright at conventions like I do prints of my Bastet portrait, which is where you’ll find me and my charms. *taps finger on desk thoughtfully*


The Cat Came Back…

I’ve been busy as per usual so haven’t been here to update, even though Kinsouth/All Thing is fastly approaching. It’s this weekend as a matter of fact. We’re packing up and getting ready now. The house sitter should be arriving soon.

I’m lazy so I’m just going to copy and paste what I wrote to the kind person who reached out to Bastet for me so as to bring my cat home when he was lost.


I figured (Mongo) was dead, as you know. That’s my luck, you know. But what yours told you was pretty accurate.

From what we can gather, he’d been living up the way from where he ran, hiding under dumpsters and wotnot. Finally a kind woman took him in, named him Oliver, and found out tonight that he was missing. She brought him to us, and even though she had tears in her eyes she let me have him back. If it hadn’t been for the fact that Liono couldn’t get along with her other cat, she never would have found out Liono already had a home. She was going to give him to another home, but that home had seen the lost flyer earlier today.

He’s thin, and he’s lost his poufy cheeks. He’s still humongous (he’s an extra large cat). When I got him in my arms, he curled around me like he always did. He sort of purred on the way home, but it was tentative as if he was hoping this would not be another chapter in his harrowing adventure.

So now we have a thousand cats. Liono was one of 6 when this began. Bastet sent Gremlin, who is still small and slant-eyed as if he knows everything. When we were leaving to see if this cat was indeed Liono he came to the door to go with us, which was unusual. I hoped it was a sign. It might have been.

We also have Hephaestus (Feisty for short) who was turned in as a possible Liono and my soft-hearted other half couldn’t turn him away.

I’m still sprouting tears just reliving this to tell you. LOL.  I don’t know what we’re going to do with so many cats, but for the price of Liono being cared for during his adventure and making it home I’m okay with this. I hope the neighbors will be, too!

I shall change his official name at the vet to Oliver’s Liono perhaps.

Okay I gotta go cuddle my baby and cry tears into his fur for a while. Ha. Thank you so much. Thanks to Bastet for caring for him. And whomever and whatever else saved him. Thanks to the whole universe, which spoils me already… but the universe should know I’m grateful and don’t take it for granted.


Let this be a lesson to everyone, I guess!

Off now I go to finish preparing for Kinsouth. Pictures are sure to follow as always!

Resources and Aids

Psalms 23

I am preparing for a green candle spell I learned today; it’s considered to be a hoodoo spell. It calls for reciting Psalms 23. I took a quick look on the internet and found this. I think adding a section here with online resources for people to find and use would be good, so here is the first entry.

Psalms 23, a 800 dpi public domain scan you can frame or put in your grimoire. It’s very pretty and housed at Wikipedia.