Thursday, June 30, 2011

Accidental Love Magic?

When one brings home a new lover, and there's an Erzulie Freda candle burning (for the last 3 days) on the altar, and you light some Love Spell incense (mainly b/c it smells AWESOME and he liked it too), and then when you get down to business.... Something tore a bit and there was a bit of blood for a few minutes before either of us stopped caring and kept going.

Sweat, fluids, and (accidental) blood....

The makings of some very powerful magic.


And thru it all, I hear Him chuckle and see Him smiling at me from the trees.

"Trust me, babe," He says, sultry voice sending shivers down my spine. "I'm the Divine Consort for a reason."

Sunday, June 5, 2011

Accidental Altars: The 'Horned' God.

DISCLAIMER: I am BROKE as hell, and a terrible pack rat. I keep all kinds of weird things and toys and trinkets, never knowing when I"ll need or want them. I had armies of McDonald's toys, but never a complete set, that kind of thing. But I keep my toys and trinkets b/c I never know when they will be useful.

This makes for very... UN-ORTHODOX divine statuary and deity figures. I mean no disrespect to any Gods, since They're the ones who steer my subconscious mind to make these things and only realize it later. These are how my Gods speak to me and how I identify to Them in the stories of my childhood: Cartoons.

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The Horned God, the Divine Consort, The Green Man.

Father, Brother, Lover.

Youth, Father, Sage.

Strong, Protective, Loving.

Powerful, Gentle, Provider.

There is Trust in His Eyes, He will never harm His Queen, He Loves unconditionally.

And for most of my life, I believed he was just the stuff of Romance novels and teenage fantasy. I've had so many dreams dashed, fantasies dissolving under the harsh light of reality, delusions of the perfect love that didn't really exist outside of a fairytale.

Until a few weeks ago, when I was at the very depths of hell, an old friend came back into my life. There's no way he could have known what was going on, he's not on any social networking site, we only ever IM'd each other, and we had no mutual acquaintances.

He said He'd been thinking a lot about me the previous few days, thinking that there was something wrong, and wanted to check up on me. I nearly wept into the phone, I was so happy to hear from him.

Why is this post-worthy, you ask?
Because 3years ago, when we first got in contact w/ each other, I had a specific image as my computer desktop. I recently put the same image back up. Within a week, He called.


Throttle, leader of the Biker Mice From Mars, is regarded as a sex god amongst the fans (and my fellow Furries). When I find fan-art like that, I can't argue ;p


Throttle represents Eros, god of Love, lover of Psyche. Their tale of love lost, and redeemed teaches (me at least) that there's ALWAYS a second chance for true Love.  We always worry that it could be too goo to be true, we let our doubts get the better of us. We have all lost Love to Doubt at some time or another, Most of us never get a second chance.

I'm missed the Brass Ring the last time I went on the Love Merry-Go-Round and grabbed what I thought was Gold, but it turned my skin green. I got a free pass this time, and I'm not getting off until the Brass Ring is MINE.

Come to me, my Horned One, my Divine Consort, my Green Man!

Come to your Queen of the May.

Trust the gods. Ask and you shall receive. Just let it happen...

SMIB



***Throttle Action figure (antennae are like horns, damnit), Wax phallus sculpted from excess Erzulie Freda Candle wax (infused w/ lavender and rose oils), Moonstone, Sunstone, and Serpentine, Fluorite phallus that came shaped that way and w/ a fault line at the tip, silver bell from anklet dedicated to Green Man, floral hair clips, chakra necklace, sparkly nail polish 'essence'.


Some of these things were purposefully made or added to the alter - wax phallus, Fluorite stone, candle. The rest just kind of found their way to it, until I realized what I had made and took a picture.***