Monday, August 8, 2016

Witchy Words of Wisdom for the Apprentice Badass



The Shamanic Root Witch is crafting some new modern hexes for you, so for today I would like to share some Witchy wisdom instead.

Today, boys and girls, we will talk about the 'victim'. How the victim mentality affects us in our magickal practices and spiritual work is it disconnects us from our personal power. Claiming your power means letting go of excuses and delusion. It means owning your shit and practicing a balance of Light & Dark. 

Recently I had some strong words with someone who played the victim, for which I have no tolerance. It's easy to spot a victim. People who play the victim and fiercely cling to that mentality can only blame others for their problems. They are unwilling to take responsibility for the fallout of their bad choices. 

Victims will always be at the mercy of their manufactured crisis and emotional drama, and will use emotional terrorism to make you walk on eggshells around them, careful not to accidentally 'trigger' their delicate feelings. If they get upset, it is your fault. 

Victims will be deeply wounded and offended when you call them on their BS. They will get reinforcements who enable them and who are themselves victims to tell you how mean and uncaring you are. How dare you not let yourself be emotionally manipulated?! 

Victims will never be able to handle being told the truth, no matter how cruel-free it is delivered. If that truth requires them to take ownership of their mess, they will become especially helpless. 

So, to bring this lesson to a close, your homework assignment dear dark ones, is to do the fucking work of being a badass witch. When dealing with learned helplessness- healthy boundaries are a Witch's best friend. 

In Light & Dark My Witches,
~Solaris Moon

Wednesday, August 3, 2016

Janie's Stream of Consciousness or Shit She Probably Should Keep to Herself .... Guest Post by Janie H. Carpenter

Thank you, Janie, for sharing a piece of your inner world with us! ~Solaris




Hey all.

I am a horrid procrastinator. In the instance of this blog post, it is due to being given wiiiiide range of topics, as in "whatever you'd like". Ahhhhh...dangerous, even more so due to so very many juicy topics to pick from... that being said, welcome to 'Janie's Stream of Consciousness or Shit I Probably Should Keep to Myself ....'



1. Trump.... ugh.... that's all I got.



2. Witch Wars. I won't go into the details. NO. There is a fairly intense one going on right now and I am truly astonished at how the self-proclaimed Love-and-Light folks have responded. I haven't commented on any of it except to express my support for one who is targeted. And I won't. I will comment on the tar and feather spirit I have witnessed, tossed out with such virulent putrescence that I thought my screen would go dark. Love and light, eh?



3. Love and Light ... ugh... such a loaded subject... I cannot, for the life of me figure out how some get stuck in that sentiment. How does L&L help when you are under attack? How is that comfort when your enemies are pounding you from all sides? How do I call myself a witch/practitioner of magic (k) and get bound up into the fear of "harming"? It doesn't, and it can feel hollow, even if you know it is well-meant.

I begin my rant here... Balance... the idea of always love and light, and a Three-Fold Return is so unbalanced that the thought of it has bugged me from the beginning, from the time I was a baby pagan (I prefer lower case p), following what I assumed had been figured out by better thinkers than I.

Eventually, my opinions were backed up by some authors and practitioners, in different words, but the same idea. Still, I remained in the Deeper Broom Closet...the one that whispered to me that it should be OK to take care of business, when badly wronged. I have been badly wronged over the span of my life and I had made it a point to not sit back and take it. Now I am supposed to let things just happen? What is the point of magick, then?

I continued to have other, well-meaning folks whisper "karma" and "do no harm" and as much as I wanted to abide by those tenets, they just didn't ring true.

I was already pretty ingrained in boxing with the gods...because I am a spiritual brat....anyway... One day, I attended a workshop that Dorothy Morrison led, which coincided with the release of her book, Utterly Wicked. During her talk, she made statements to the effect of grown up witches doing what they needed to do and accepting the consequences. <----This is paraphrased because a lighthouse-sized light-bulb switched on in my brain and my brain cells and neurons were doing jigs of some sort.

I will tell you that I am far from confrontational. During my first round of Ethics studies, using "When, Why, If..." by Robin Wood (find it if you can, it is THE best ethics book EVER), it was determined that I was, "Most Likely to Not Only Allow Someone to Break in Front of Me in a DMV Line, But to Also Offer to Bake Cookies For Them". A pushover, you might say. I was non-confrontational out of fear...karmic/remnants of past JudeoChristian "fire insurance".

Dorothy's words made sense to me on a cellular level - I was not a sick, twisted w/bitch, I might be rather normal(ish) ...soooo...back to the love and light stuff. It makes me crazy. Seriously... since when did the witches in ancient times say, "Oh, Jenny Smith hath trashed my good name and hath caused my family hard times, I will sit on my hands and wait for their fate to be dealt"? (I think this was a point Dorothy made, too). Never, that's when.

And shamans? Those folks have EPIC battles amongst themselves! BUT it's not about waking up in a bad mood and just wanting to fuck someone up. It's a response to being under fire, cursed, hexed, the target... and taking your power back.

It's balance. It's accepting the consequences of your actions - which, by the way, we are taught to do from the time we can walk and create havoc. Why are we taught, at 2, about choosing our consequences, then as adults, as magical beings, let it ride?

This is a really simplistic expression of my thoughts, somewhat limited by the device on which I am creating this post, somewhat limited by my unwillingness to argue. I find love and light to be useful at times, however, when love and light fails me, I will pull up my big girl britches and stomp in the mud until the problem is solved. Balance. What is sent returns (an Ann Moura phrase that works for me...). That is my focus.


My stream of thought then, lands me here with the opinion that, for some, the fear of bad publicity or some spiritual limbo, keeps them floating in the hands-off, let Universe/deity of choice take it (anyone notice that our many and various deities are pretty freaking vengeful?). I have no clue how to do that and maintain my sanity but I do understand it. I am a peace-loving and seeking human being. I will also defend and protect. Balance.



And here I will stop for now. I may have more thoughts. Thanks to Solaris for allowing me a space to toss a few thoughts out there. Oh and for fucks sake, please vote.



Janie H. Carpenter is a musician and an ordained HPS following an Eclectic Ecoshamanic, IndoPagan path. She is a Licensed Practical Nurse (LPN) and formally studied Horticulture and Sustainable Agriculture. Janie has taught practical magick, directed a pagan choir (The InChanters) and loves to dance, especially at the local working drum circle at Mystic Moon in Norfolk. She resides in Richmond, VA where she is mama to a bunch, and granny to more than a dozen.






Monday, August 1, 2016

Bread Recipe for Lammas But It's Not Lammas Bread

Around the traditional eight Sabbats the internets are plastered with memes wishing everyone a Blessed this or that. Social media feeds are bombarded with articles explaining the Sabbat, in case you've been living under a rock and never heard of it before, much less celebrated it. And the onslaught of often perfectly arranged Sabbat altar pics. Because, proof. 


I'd like to believe we can all agree this is the time of the First Harvest, traditionally the wheat harvest. This isn't arbitrary or symbolic, either. This is really when wheat is harvested. I have seen the barren fields with my own eyes. I drove around yesterday in fact with my family to our Aunt & Uncle's for a special celebration dinner, and being in farm country I can verify the wheat fields had been chopped clean. So you can believe me, or drive to your nearest wheat field to verify for yourself. 

Behold the barren wheat fields of yesterday. Also there's a sunset.



So instead of writing a long-winded post about why we celebrate August 1st, which gods or goddesses you should be thinking about at this time, what ritual you can do to make the most of the energy of the holiday, or posting perty-fied pictures of my altar, I'm going to share a recipe for bread. It's not Lammas bread. It's not fancy deity bread. It's not sacred ritual bread. It's rustic, regular dinner bread. It's also deelicious. And you can make it for any Sabbat you wish, and every night of the year if you are so inclined. 

If you are intimidated by breadmaking, fear not. I bring you a foolproof bread you can't mess up. It doesn't even require kneading. I gotchu.



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Peasant Bread

Ingredients:

  • 4 cups unbleached all purpose flour, OR 3c flour + 1 c graham flour

*measure scant cups of flour and level (I use a scoop to pour loose flour into my measuring cup and resist the urge to make more fit)

*graham flour is just graham crackers you crush with a glass, jar or rolling pin into unrecognition (it's OK if some pieces are a little bigger than others)

*one package of graham crackers, or about 9 full crackers, equals about a cup of flour

  • 2 teaspoons kosher salt (it can be any salt you like, doesn't have to be kosher)
  • 2 cups warm water
  • 1 Tablespoon sugar or honey (I always use honey)
  • 2 teaspoons active dry yeast, or 1 packet of yeast
  • butter, like maybe a quarter stick, or a half, up to a whole stick if you are like me



Instructions:



  1. Use the butter to grease two medium pyrex or oven-safe bowls of equal size, bread pans, muffin tins or a Le Creuset, which is a fancy type of cast iron pot (like this pretty blue one my mother-in-law gave us as last year for Yule- she's the best). Whatever you use will determine the size and shape of your finished bread. Again, you can't really get this too wrong. I have used two or three different sizes and shapes of cooking vessels for the same batch and it's all OK. Use what you have. Don't be shy about how much butter to schmear around. If you're unsure about how much to use, the exact unit of measurement is Lots-O-Butter. That's the safe, recommended amount. Butter is your friend. It won't hurtcha.
  2. Now, to the breadmaking- get a big bowl for mixing. Put in the flour (or flour mix as you see fit) and salt, and whisk them to blend it. 
  3. In a smaller bowl (needs to hold at least two cups liquids), or maybe a pyrex measuring cup, add your warm water and honey or sugar and stir to dissolve. Don't let the water be too hot or it will kill the yeast, or too cold or it won't activate. You want goldilocks water. Just warm enough to dissolve the honey.
  4. Add the yeast to the honey water. You can gently stir but not much is needed. If you don't stir it will be OK, too. Let it sit for 10-15 minutes or until nice and foamy. Some yeast is more riled up than others, so your wait time will vary. I've had mine done as soon as 5-7 minutes, but usually whatever is going to happen has happened by the 15 minute mark. 
  5. Pour the yeast water into the bowl with the flour/salt mix. I like to use a baby rubber spatula to scrape out all the clingy yeast from the sides so it all gets in there and none of the yeastie-beasties get wasted. My husband, the locally acclaimed breadmaker (Dave's Bread as we call it), does not do this scrapey-step, for which I scowl from afar, but to each their own.
  6. Using a wooden spoon, spatula, or any spoon of your choosing, stir the flour and water gently until blended. It will be wet, like goop. Remember this is not a kneading dough. 
  7. Scrape from the sides and cover with a clean tea towel or kitchen towel.
  8. Let the dough rise inside the covered bowl in a warm place for 1 1/2 to 2 hours. I prefer the two hours but if you're impatient you can cut it short a half hour and it'll be fiiine.
  9. Preheat your oven to 425 degrees.
  10. Now, here's the fun part. Get yourself two forks, I like the bigger dinner forks for this, and because the dough is so wet, we're going to punch the dough down with the forks, and do some folding. 
  11. Take the towel off the bowl. You should see the dough has risen quite a bit.
  12. To punch the dough down with the forks, just poke at it several times. Here's a great way to let off some steam if you want to picture stabbing someone. Stab, stab, stab. As you stab, scrape from the sides as the dough recedes under your violent assault.
  13. Then you'll transition into a more loving foldy approach (bad cop/good cop). Use the forks to turn the dough (which is a cowering ball-like shape in the bottom of the bowl) and fold it on itself. Do this several times until it feels like you got all the sides. I maybe do it about 4-8 times. 
  14. If you have a pastry scraper, you can use it to divide the sticky wet dough in half. If not just use your forks to divide it down the middle and separate into two.
  15. Put each half into your ever-so generously buttered vessels. Seriously, the more butter you use the better the crust will turn out. The wet dough should only take up about half or a little less of the vessel, because trust me it will rise a goodly amount when baking. If you want to do muffin tins, just portion it out with a spoon or fork into each well-buttered or cupcake lined (and buttered) compartments to the half way mark or just under half. If the two halves take up significantly more than half of your vessel, switch to a bigger one or do a second baking cycle if needed. If the dough is taking up significantly less than half of the pan or bowl, go down a size. You can also do just one larger pot/bowl/pan for a bigger loaf.
  16. Cover the pans or bowls with the tea towel again and let rise for another 30 minutes.
  17. Remove the towels and put in the 425 oven for 10 minutes. 
  18. Reduce the temp. to 375 degrees and continue baking for about 22-25 minutes, up to 35 minutes or so until you feel like it's golden brown enough. Check it every 5 minutes after 20 minutes until you're happy with the color.  Now, if you are easily distracted, impatient or multi-tasking, and become derelict in your duties as oven watcher and go sit down for an episode of Scandal and forget about your bread, not hear the timer and jump up after it's been in for 45-50 minutes...it's gonna be OK. You just can't hurt it. Ask me how I know.
  19. Remove the bread from the oven, and turn out onto cooling racks. The bread should fall right out thanks to your bounteous usage of butter. 
  20. Now enjoy!

This bread goes really well with soups, slathered in more butter, gravy and other immersibles. It also makes great garlic & cheesy bread, so experiment and have fun with it! And of course, Happy Lammas.

With Love in Light & Dark.
~Solaris Moon