Is it really breakfast still if it happens after noon? I woke up with my shoulders and back in spasm. Today is the day the new washer arrives and the used, larger, dumber old school refrigerator. So before my coffee was downed, I moved things on my bread making counter, got up atop it, and slipped down behind my current wide but shallow fridge; to push it straight out into the kitchen to clear the space for its replacement. Something crunched alarmingly as I pushed it clear. But, triumphant, I pushed it across the kitchen and plugged it back in on the other side. Only five minutes later did my husband notice the bloody prints across the floor.
Apparently a piece of glass was the crunch and as I pushed the fridge, I stepped upon it and took a goodly chunk of skin and flesh off one toe. :::sigh::: That kind of day? We bandaged my toe and I dressed to go to lunch with the Germans anyway — delivery won’t be till afternoon. By the time I arrived, my back was being a misery and my toe, inside my low boot, felt oddly squishy wet. My appetizer was a shot of Jack Daniels to kill the pain and close surface capillaries.
But it is not the thing to quit. Minor hassles are – well, minor. Fuck them. So, why, those of you here ask, the privacy of shut doors here at Steel Kachinas? Because physical hassles are easy to see, feel, and address. Here, we will be discussing more subtle hard-to-track and react sorts of hassles. Here we will have to discuss things others might dismiss as mere shadows. But even shadows have their effect, their beauty and elusive qualities measured only on the subtle human soul, don’t you think?
Shadows, reflections, and invisible things – that will be our workplace, our tools here. It feels like we’ve overdosed on Harry Potter, perhaps? I know that this blog has many followers that boggle my mind; they are Christians and some of them of the liberal philosophical sort, but others are of the rather fanatic “suffer not a witch to live” mentality. Sometimes I think they follow my blog as a sort of surveillance – tho’ saying that aloud in print makes me feel like paranoia is my middle name. Mind you, my personal belief is that their nasty vengeful “only ME” “God” is but a well-fed thought-form being and no really deity at all and they couldn’t “prayer warrior” their way out of a wet paper bag. I do not want to feel censored, or have any of my viewers and commenters feel that need to self-censor. Thus, the privacy to openly discuss things that might not be squeaky logic, things that might be paranoia!
Only open discussion will allow us to weed the fears in the garden of our actions. I tend to do this aggressively. I too well recall all the spell beggars on AOHell going on and on and on about being hexed and they “knew it by the pimples on their little chins”. For everything I’ve ever thought might be negative magic in my direction? I’ve debunked it myself in 90% of the questionable cases. But even non-magical (don’t say “muggle” or I will throw virtual cat litter bombs at you!) fanatical monotheists CAN cause mischief. I believe this is because magic or whatever it’s proper name ought to be IS the inheritance of humanity. So, while their conscious minds might flail and tell their god to do it for them, their unconscious minds might just let fly with something maliciously effective. Thus, as Hekate Demeter has told on her blog, the need for psychic protective measures. And non-psychic stuff like a privatized blog.
So, when I am not tossing furniture about like a Klingon girl in love? I will come up with what we military sorts called the “SOP” — Standard Operating Procedures. These are not only daily operating procedures, but trouble shooting guides to keep the normal going normally. Yes, magic has results – both where the person wanted it (if lucky) but also, frequently within the sphere of the practitioner. This does not mean the 3-fold law is operating, not to me. Nor do I acknowledge karma. I acknowledge exhaustion, lack of focus, lack of spell crafting precision. And yes, I acknowledge attacks. Most attackers, in my experience, expect the attack to be like a freaking A-bomb: they expect you to drop dead/out of action at once. Slinging it back at them usually puts them on their ass in every sense of the word. So, I want to come up with an SOP of what has worked for me since I began, once upon a tentative time in about 1986.
And all of you here, intending to participate may toss in your own suggestions of course, or question mine. I don’t DO “high priestess” except for the Dead. So I don’t give commands to any of you any more than I do to them. I “suggest” and occasionally make warning sounds. A priestess SERVES. I serve the dead, and I serve America for which they died. We must raise a wall to counter the one Trumplethinskin wants to protect him from the brown people – a wall to protect what America was meant to be, what it has tried to be. We must protect and serve the vulnerable, the powerless, the frightened. Not with hostility and negative hate; but with an overarching love and compassion that will put itself like a shield betwixt the haters and the America-at-risk.
Make it so!