Keeping with the recent interest in travel, thought I'd share another option. I first came across this concept reading about exercises that were used to practice far-seeing, a subset of clairvoyance. Far-seeing is really a broad term, it can cover not only seeing things that are far away in space but things far away in time. This exercise is a fun way to not only work on your ability to see, but to travel vicariously if you are not able to do so physically.
The basic idea is to know enough about a place that you have the basis of a picture in your mind about it. If you are working on visiting a place you have just heard about, do a bit of reading, just enough to have a mental snapshot. You don't really want to have too many details at this point (I'll explain why later).
If you have experience with meditation that is very helpful. If not, don't stress it, just start a bit smaller. Sit or lay in a comfortable position. Personally, I find a half-lotus (sit cross-legged, but instead of both feet on the bottom, one is on the bottom the other is on top of the opposite knee) very comfortable, but if is not comfortable, don't use it. You can sit in a straight backed chair, with your feet on the ground and hands on your knees. I find that if I am sitting, I want to be fairly straight up, our couch works really well because the back gives enough support to keep me from slouching, but doesn't encourage me to really lean back because that makes me too tilty. You can also lie down, but if laying down makes you sleepy and you find yourself dozing off, try a different position. I like to lay flat on my back on the floor with hands palms up by my side. I find a small pillow under my head is helpful. When I meditate, my body temperature drops, so I always have a blanket that I cover up with. You want to be comfortable, being too cold or too hot will be a hindrance.
Once you are in position, take a few deep breaths and start to clear your mind. Again, don't stress too much if you have stray thoughts, once you start your visualizations those will mostly fade (and the more you practice, the better you will become!). Start to picture the place you picked. Imagine you are looking at a picture, from far away. For example, lets say you wanted to visit Stonehenge. Picture the henge as if you were looking at it from a birds eye view, not directly overhead, but at an angle. The hills around it are not important at this time, just the henge. Let your eyes be drawn to it, see the stones. Slowly, draw your focus closer, as if you were flying towards it. Let the details start to sharpen. Now you can see the stones, make out where one ends and the next begins. Let your focus drop to where it would be if you were standing there in front of one of the stones. See it's texture (reach out to touch it if you wish). Walk amongst the stones, and explore the henge.
After you have explored as long as you wish at this time, start pulling back. It can be helpful to reverse your initial approach, walking out to the edge of the henge, then starting to draw back, like a camera panning out from a tight focus to a widescreen shot. Let yourself start to feel your body, focus on your breath and wiggle your fingers. When you are ready, open your eyes. You might want to have a notebook handy to jot down impressions. Write down what you saw and felt. Sketch little pictures of things you want to remember.
As I mentioned earlier, this was an exercise given for practicing far-seeing. If you wish to, you can do research to validate what you saw. Look up the place you visited, and see how closely your notes match other descriptions (this is one reason not to do a lot of research before hand, you want to visit and see for yourself not just visualize what you have read). And don't get frustrated because you didn't get everything right, or even if you get huge things wrong. It is a skill you are working on. Imagine your far seeing skill like making a rubbing of an intricate picture. You place the paper down and rub over it and you have an impression. There will be places where your rubbing doesn't pick up the actual lines. When you look at the rubbing, your mind fills in the blanks, drawing new lines to connect places that don't add up. These created lines might not actually line up. You also might get smudges in places there weren't lines, and your mind will work these into the picture. The more you practice rubbing (far-seeing) the better you will get at accurately capturing the lines of the original and recognizing where there are spaces and smudges (and realizing these are not part of the original).
Another thing to consider when far-seeing physical places is that far-seeing can see across time. If you can, check for references of the place at different points in time and see if your vision matches one of those better. You might not have been seeing a place in the now, but rather in the past or future.
Once you are comfortable with far-seeing, there is no end of things you can see. Look into the past and see what places that are now ruins looked like in their glory days. Look in on exotic places on the other side of the globe. Check out those wild places that are so far from populated areas they might not have been seen before. Don't limit yourself. Dive the depths of the ocean, beneath where we have the capability to explore. Soar into the heavens and explore other planets.
Monday, October 15, 2012
Sunday, October 14, 2012
Sacred Journey Part 2
Everyday Sacred.
“Hymn to the Local Gods”-
Shriekback
“Don’t be satisfied with the
stories that come before you; unfold your own myth.” Rumi
“Honoring begins at Home. Start with yourself, your family, your home,
and your tools. All are sacred. If you have only been an armchair
practitioner till this point-interested in magick, but never taking the leap
because you weren’t close enough to the natural forces- then get up off the
sofa and open your eyes…Open the door, walk down the street, and let the adventure
begin.” Penczak, xvi, Introduction to
City Magick.
If where you are is the only place
you can currently go, you can still visit the holy places where you are. There is still the world behind the world. (“…we
are all strangers in this world, and that part of the elusive wonder of travel
is that during those moments.., we are forced to face that truth.”
Cousineau) Everything has a spirit of
place, and these can be met, talked with.. The world will meet you where you
are. Set out with the intention to see
behind the daily scenes. Pick the itinerary path for your vision walk. You will also be lightly trancing, so pick
fairly “safe” places. Wear the gear that
makes you feel magick, but also I find it helpful to pick unobvious things, to
keep interaction with curious bystanders to a minimum. I have jewelry that I enchant for various
purposes. Start with a prayer to your
favorite Gods and guardians, and get your aura armor up.
I also play my soundtrack on my
mp3 player as I go. Get into a light
trance, and let your eyes slide off physical things to see if you can see
beyond, through, around them. Your eyes
are not quite meeting the details of the world.
I see the energy on things, or people, and get more impressions from people
than usual about them, little glimpses of their possible lives. I see glimmers of “other” things/people. I
get other impressions if I touch things, a taste of their energy life. Sometimes I like to pause as I go, and pick
up souvenirs of the trip (“To be touched, we must, in turn, touch.” Cousineau),
take pictures, write a little bit of my impressions as I go along. I like to bring presents, edibles for wildlife, sharing water with a
plant, cleaning up other people’s discards…When you get to the place you are
going, reintegrate into yourself. I ground, usually by touching the ground,
reminding myself who I am in the everyday world, and thanking Everybody who
kept me safe while I travelled. Be a
pilgrim of the sacred where you are, as well as out and about.
“Reading old travel books or
novels set in faraway places, spinning globes, unfolding maps, playing world
music, eating in ethnic restaurants, meeting friends in cafĂ©’s whose walls hold
soul-talk of decades—all these things are part of never-ending travel practice…”Cousineau . Keep romancing the World, and it’s likely it
will come to see you if you can’t get away to see it.
Where are the bones and the flowers?
Where are the shrines to the local gods?
They never write now or ring us
Whatever happened to the local gods?
What are their names? Where do they live now?
Where do we go to light a candle to them now?
They held the soul of the city
The streets were bright with the local gods
The days were sweet with their meanings
The nights were vivid with the local gods
The day they left we never saw their going
We woke one morning and the world was less than it had been
In the canals and the wastelands
Up in the spires, under the flyovers
Still you can see, with the right eyes,
The shining presence of the local gods
Stand in the silence you can hear them whisper
Hearing their laughter echo in the steel and stone
So leave a fire in the window
Pour the wine under the underpass
Let's all go down to the river
We'll go swimming with the local gods
They never died we only lost their number
All you can find here worship and more will appear
Where are the shrines to the local gods?
They never write now or ring us
Whatever happened to the local gods?
What are their names? Where do they live now?
Where do we go to light a candle to them now?
They held the soul of the city
The streets were bright with the local gods
The days were sweet with their meanings
The nights were vivid with the local gods
The day they left we never saw their going
We woke one morning and the world was less than it had been
In the canals and the wastelands
Up in the spires, under the flyovers
Still you can see, with the right eyes,
The shining presence of the local gods
Stand in the silence you can hear them whisper
Hearing their laughter echo in the steel and stone
So leave a fire in the window
Pour the wine under the underpass
Let's all go down to the river
We'll go swimming with the local gods
They never died we only lost their number
All you can find here worship and more will appear
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Sacred Journeys part 1
Or- Or, Lets Tell Mr. Ogdoad where to go!!!
Salisbury
–Old Iron Age Earthworks—Old Sarum-oldest found human habitation in Britain , 3000 BC London-
the British Museum , Threadneedle street
Keswick Stone Circle (tradition has it
that if you count the stones in the circle more than once, you will end up with
different answers)
Lindisfarne
and Cuthbert Priory ruins
Ireland
– County Mayo-
Croagh Patrick mountain( site of
pilgrimage for centuries, esp at Summer Solstice. Legend has it that this was the site that
started the snake driving from Ireland
by St. Patrick. Obviously more to do
with it being non-Christian.)
County
Cork- Blarney
Castle and The Blarney Stone( You
know, so there is no point in me telling you )County Kerry- Mt Brandon Stone,
Holy well, Stone Circle
and Holy well of Kenmore . County Meath- Hill
of Tara, Knowth, Dowth, Loughcrew, Newgrange Passage cairns . County Sligo- Carramore- dolman tombs. Cashel
Iceland – Thigeukkir Ruins of Althing Assembley ground
Germany - Black Forest-Schwatzwald. Neuschwanstein Castle (I have had a picture
of this since childhood) Aachen( Aix-la-
Chappelle) collegiate church of St Mary’s and pagan hot springs Owen –Celtic Holy Mountain of Teck and
Oracular cave Sybillenlock
Help Mr. Ogdoad, by posting your own destinations, persuasions in the comments section!
Our own Mr. Ogdoad is planning a trip to Europe
soon. I agreed to work on a list of potential destinations for him, as
research is both my passion and profession.
I, in a way, see it as a form of vicarious travel for me. If I can
get him to go to Sacred, interesting, or just photogenic places that I would
like to visit, 2nd best to me going myself. If you, too, want to play the
game, give him some travel suggestions and tell him why they would be good
destinations for him.
Sacred Journeys
“Travel safely, travel soulfully, travel gratefully, and as
the old pilgrim’s advice goes, “Stranger, pass by that which you do not
love.” Phil Cousineau preface to 2012 ‘
the Art of Pilgrimage.
Books-
Abram, David. The Spell of the Sensuous: Perception and
Language In a More-Than-Human World.
Vintage Books, New York .
1996
Hitching, Francis. The Mysterious World: an Atlas of the
UnExplained. Holt, Rinehart and Winston , New York .
1978
Gray, Martin. Sacred Earth:
Places of Peace and Power. Sterling , New York / London .
2007.
Cousineau, Phil. The Art of Pilgrimage: A Seeker’s Guide to Making Travel
Sacred. Conari Press , New York ,
2012
Penczak, Christopher. City Magick
: Urban rituals, Spells and Shamanism.
Weiser, York
Beach , 2001.
I will mainly be discussing
megalithic sites, and pagan sites, as the usual tourist sites are easily found,
and constantly written about in tourist literature. I couldn’t Completely help myself, so have
included some of the more generally known that are also locations of interest
to me, just to make sure I vicariously get to go again.
Most people in the world of occult
study know about Ley lines, first written about by Alfred Watkins in the 1920’s,
in The Old Straight Track. He
postulated that lines ran between several ancient sites in straight lines. Leys have also been discovered crossing over into
other European countries, linking with those in England . Also of interest, a relatively unknown French
philologist Xavier Guichard, hypothesized in his book Elusis Alesia,
that certain place names with a common root occurred throughout Europe; these
locations invariably had hills overlooking a river, man made wells and served
as traveler stops set at disconcerting regular intervals on lines radiating from
a central place, Alaise. In the Greek, ‘Eleusis ’ meant a meeting
place to be travelled to. He further speculated
that the lines were laid out at regular intervals using compass cards such as
Greek geographers used.
Mr. Ogdoad, could, then if he
chose, follow a system of old energy lines both all over the British
Isles , and Europe Itself.
Some of the sites I have chosen lie
quite clearly on one of the ley lines in Southern England into France . There is also no way I can list all of the
Cool Places in the given amount of time, for even Bowling Green, much less the
whole of Europe!! I still have a day job, so I can’t even really wax poetic
about why someone might want to go to the places I have chosen. For that, I recommend the locations’ tourist
bureaus or among guide books, I enjoy Lonely Planet.
Ley Line map and locations for Britain on
Link:
England Cornwall-Tintagel (supposed site of King
Arthur’s Castle, commonly supposed to be of Roman anscestery, though it cannot
be dated to Rome), Men-a-tol,
Penzance - numerous megalithic
sites - St. Michaels Mont-a line to Glastonbury Tor, (All churches on this line
frequently bear the name of St. Michael or St. George, Ley lines are frequently
also refered to as dragon lines…), Wiltshire, Stonehenge, Avebury Stone Ring
Glastonbury Tor- (once an island
surrounded by fen ,remnants of an iron age settlement, and later Roman
occupation, associated with Arthurian Legend as the Isle of Avalon)St. Michael’s
Tower, Glastonbury Abbey, Chalice Well
Bath Abbey and Roman Baths also Georgian Crescent
Well and Cathedral at Kildare
Round Towers in several places-
Glendalough, County
Wicklow ,
Scotland-
Callanish Stone Ring. Elgin Cathedral (magnificent even in ruins) Orkneys-
Stones of Stenness, Ring of Brodgar (
dating from about 2500 BC). Outer Hebrides- Isle of Lewis. Lochness in the Scottish Higlands-Loch Ness Monster- you
know you want to!!
Also, of
course, men in kilts!
Xavier
Guichard and his place name maps on the link v
The
Northern Lights!!
Sweden-
Uppsala- Former site of Norse Temple of Uppsala. Gotland- Bronze age burial
mounds. Oland- Stone age passage graves.
Stora Alvaret- Bonze age cairns
Denmark-
You really are on your own here. Lejre. Legoland Billund.Copenhagen
Tivoli Gardens
France-
Normandy- Mont St. Michel (on the line that links Ireland
to Greece , including St.
Michaels Mount in England . Previously, for large sections of the day,
the sea would cover the causeway linking it to the mainland, as seen as an
important plot point in the Scarlet Pimpernel). Carnac Megalithic site. Chartres Cathedral and Our Lady of Chatres
church on top of a pagan site. The Louvre
The Brocken- today part of the Harz National Park-Goethe- Now to the Brocken the witches ride;The
stubble is gold and the corn is green;There is the carnival crew to be seen, The time to be there, would of course be Beltaine
Speyer- Imperial Cathedral on top of a pagan site. Teutobergerwald
Neolithic observatory
Saturday, October 6, 2012
Spanish Moss
There's an old, old
legend, that's whispered by Southern folks,
About the lacy Spanish moss that garlands the great oaks--
A lovely princess and her love, upon their wedding day,
Were struck down by a savage foe amidst a bitter fray;
United in death they were buried, so the legends go--
'Neath an oak's strong, friendly arms, protected from their foe;
There, as was the custom, they cut the bride's long hair with love,
And hung its shining blackness on the spreading oak above;
Untouched, undisturbed, it hung there, for all the world to see
And with the years the locks turned grey, and spread from tree to tree
About the lacy Spanish moss that garlands the great oaks--
A lovely princess and her love, upon their wedding day,
Were struck down by a savage foe amidst a bitter fray;
United in death they were buried, so the legends go--
'Neath an oak's strong, friendly arms, protected from their foe;
There, as was the custom, they cut the bride's long hair with love,
And hung its shining blackness on the spreading oak above;
Untouched, undisturbed, it hung there, for all the world to see
And with the years the locks turned grey, and spread from tree to tree
Ah, Spanish Moss.
This eerily beautiful hanging fixture of southern culture is full of mystery and
a deeply imbedded part of the south’s rich history and an important part of any
southern witch’s arsenal.
Down here in Savannah
you can’t go anywhere without seeing majestic oaks or towering cypresses laden with what appears to be gray frosting.
Called by many names such as, Old Man’s Beard, Devil’s Beard, Old Man
Moss, White Beard and Spanish Beard; Or every once in a while Florida Crape or
Wool Crape. Tillandsia usneoides is not actually a moss! Niether is this
“moss” a parasite. It is instead an epiphyte which absorbs nutrients and water from
the air and rainfall. While it rarely kills the trees, it lowers their growth
rate by reducing the amount of light to a tree's own leaves. Still it’s pretty …and…
useful, so we will forgive it that sometimes death to the host tree thing. This
time………Anyways. Spanish Moss can be found not only gracing southern trees. This stringy gray plant can be found anywhere
it’s warm. From the Caribbean to the Hawaii islands, to all the way to the land
down under Australia! Spanish moss seems to get around!
Spanish Moss and
Magick!
How to use this versatile
plant in magickal workings.
Or
Or what in the name
of the Lord and Lady do I do with this stuff?
Before you can start working with Spanish moss you have to
actually get your hands on some. Which in some cases will be easier said than
done.
What?
Do you think You can just go outside and you’ll
find some just lying on the ground?
Or growing on a
nearby tree? Just waiting for you to come take some?
(Umm Excuse me, Ms. Tk?)
Me- (What?)
(Spanish Moss does in fact grow on trees. And you can find in laying on
the ground)
Me- (What? I mean of course it grows on trees. I was just testing you. *
Grumble grumble*)
You can find Spanish
Moss in a number of places, Such as outside on a tree, at your local craft
store, or through the power of the internet. Where you can find it for sale
from as little as $1.00 to around $40.00 or so.
((A word of caution . If you live somewhere where you can just walk
outside and grab up a handful you need to be careful of the deadly red bugs (Also
called chiggers)! Well ….they’re really not deadly, but they will make you itch
your brains out. If you chose to go the
foraging route, have no fear! Just wear some gloves and bake your moss on a pan
in the oven at 250 for two hours or more. And this will be sure to banish any
moss dwelling critters. ))
Now that you have your moss, you may be asking what kind of
witchey goodness can you come up for it. In Hoodoo and the like practices,
Spanish moss is used to fill poppet dolls, used in gris gris bags, and all
kinds of not nice charms. However, I’m a
huge fan of sympathy magick. Here are a
few ways I personally use the wonderful plant.
One way I use Spanish moss is to use it absorb things. Spanish Moss can absorb water up to ten times
its dry weight! Keeping that in mind, I use Spanish moss in my witch bottles,
and in any binding spells that I do. I’ve
also used it in some crochet spell work that I’ve done. My grandmother used to sew a bit of moss into
my school backpacks as a child, for protection and “to soak up any mean things anyone
had to say or bad thought that they’d cared to have” . Got to love old southern women adages.
Here is a
simple little spell to help negate negative influences.
You’ll
need the following:
A
small bit of Spanish moss (baked in the oven at 250 for 2 hours if found
outside)
Small
container with a lid. (the little glass bottles or wooden boxes at Michael’s or
hobby lobby work great!)
Dried
or fresh rosemary or sage (or any other purifying herb you have on hand)
Paper
Something
to write with
Scissors
Directions:
Take your
paper and write either the feeling or situation
your having trouble overcoming or getting away from. This could be the name of
the person you’re getting negativity from or a word that you’ve chosen that represents
the situation.
Next take
some of your chosen herb and place some in your container.
Next Take
the scissors and cut as much of the blank paper away as you can.
Roll or
fold your remaining paper with your word written on it small enough to fit in
your container.
Then take
your folded/rolled paper and rap it with the moss. Imagine as you do so that
the moss is sucking up all the negative energy that comes from what the word represents.
Next place
your bundle of moss and paper inside of your container.
Sprinkle
some more herb on top of the bundle and close the lid.
You can
either place the closed container somewhere on a shelf and leave it there or
bury it somewhere on your property. Either way your situation will now get
better as the moss absorbs all the nastiness.
Legends about Spanish Moss
A freind of mine over
at http://thenewpagancouple.wordpress.com/
had this share about Spanish Moss,
There is an old tale that we used
to tell back home. Long ago, when the Spanish first came to the Americas, one
of the conquistadors became infatuated with a young Native girl. At first
he would just admire her from afar or maybe try to teach her some Spanish but
soon he wanted more. Now the girl found the conquistador repulsive because he
was large, light skinned and had this great long grey beard. One day the man
came to the girl and tried to take her by force, so she ran and the man
followed suite. The girl ran and ran until at last she came to a huge oak tree
that she had climbed often and she took refuge in it branches. The man tried to
follow her up the tree but the tree had other plans. Soon the branches were
slapping him in the face, breaking under his weight and grabbing at his beard.
The man gave up and went to jump from down from the tree and as he did his
beard caught on a branch, tore off and was left hanging there.
To this day his beard grows in the trees to show how the trees help those in need.
To this day his beard grows in the trees to show how the trees help those in need.
Here is another great local legend
about Spanish Moss!
Over in Savannah, Georgia, there
lived a Wicked Man. Everybody feared him – he’d get neighbors fighting against
one another (oh, he loved that!), he’d tie tin cans to the tails of cats, put
poisonous things in children’s food. He even beat his wife and dog.
Nobody liked him – except the Devil,
of course. ‘Cause you know how the Devil likes evil people. So that Wicked Man
was right surprised when he was walking down the street one day, and he felt a
presence behind him. He turned and looked, and there he saw the long arm of the
Devil himself reaching out for him. The Wicked Man said, “Whoa! Mister Devil,
you’re not comin’ for me, are ya’?”
The Devil said, “Well, I reckon I am!
You’ve been here a long time!”
The Wicked Man said, “Oh, Mister
Devil, I got so much meanness left in me. Could you let me stay here just a
little bit longer? C’mon, please?”
Well, the Devil was a little bit
reluctant to take him back down anyway. So he said, “Alright, I’ll let you stay
here a little bit longer.”
Then the Wicked Man said, “Oh, Mister
Devil – just one more thing. I know it’s askin’ a lot of ya’, but next time,
could you not sneak up on me like that? Could you give me a sign first?
Something I could see? Something I could hear?”
The Devil said, “Alright, no problem
– it’s a deal.” And he went back down.
Then that Wicked Man got a big ol’
grin on his face. You see, he wasn’t only just as mean as the Devil – he was as
smart as the Devil, too. He knew he was getting older, and was going both blind
and deaf! So anything that the Devil sent for him to see or hear – why, that
Wicked Man wasn’t going to be able to do it!
And that’s just what happened. Time
passed, and the fella just kept doin’ his evil ways. The Devil came back up for
him many times – flashin’ his name out in lightning, thundering it out in the
clouds. But that Wicked Man couldn’t see it or hear it – so he couldn’t die!
Finally, the Devil just gave up,
since there was nothing he could do. After all, a deal’s a deal. So the Wicked
Man just kept on wandering around spreading his nasty ways. He headed up north
up to Charleston, South Carolina, then up through Wilmington, North Carolina,
and as far north as Virginia Beach, Virginia. Then he went on back down to New
Orleans, Louisiana, and over to Jacksonville, Florida, and then back over to
Savannah. He couldn’t eat anything – berries would shrivel up when he walked
by, animals would run away, and the water would turn black before he could
drink it. Nobody would talk to him – he was all by himself.
And he kept getting skinnier and
skinner – in fact, the only thing that grew on him was his hair. It got long
and gray and wiry, and would catch on every tree and bush that he passed, and
the wind would blow it around.
One day, he just disappeared, and the
only thing left behind was his hair. It just kept growing everywhere he’d been.
Southerners call it “Spanish moss,” but that ain’t what it really is. It’s the
hair of the meanest man who ever lived. Y’all come down and try to pick some of
it. He’s left a nice surprise for you – a chigger or two just itchin’ to get
under your skin. To let you know where that mean ol’ man has been!
So there you have Spanish Moss. I’d
write a lot more about the awesome uses this plant has but I’m pretty sure your
tired of reading at this point.