Today at twilight with the sun behind the rainy clouds hanging low above the ocean and a solid waxing gibbous reflecting it, I made my way out to the enchanted hills of Laguna Beach.
In my backpack I had an offering to include in the cairn I was to build after I had gathered the proper amount of stones. The rain from earlier in the day had made the hillside very muddy and slippery. I was also constrained by time to do what I set out to do before total darkness engulfed the hills leaving me groping in the darkness for trails and confronted by the wild natural world at night.
With a couple of stones, a full jar, book, bag of flour, and steep muddy hills it took no time for my legs to burn and turn to batter going down the hillside. To save time I hoped over small wooden barricades and took shortcuts down the hill off the man made trampled path. I did recall a Faery spot from an earlier trip there. In fact it was the place they left the hollow white wand for me before. I knew I could never make it down there in time and back up before nightfall. I knew that I find a place where the veil to the unseen world was just as thin and attainable. This area being as enchanted as it already was, had plenty of areas where I could use a sorcererous sense to find another dwelling.
This could not be done through normal 5 sense aptitude. A sense unexplainable but deeply woven in my blood is what was to guide me into a realm I had never seen before on that mountainside. I realized I didn't have enough stones to build this offering and then entire trip down a good portion of the hill yielded no rocks whatsoever. But by the time I got across the husky grass and shrubbery in this new found clearing I saw several stones of perfect sizing. It was as if the area was made for this. The section where the ritual took place was also cleared out perfectly for me since it dropped about a foot down suddenly off the grassy knoll into a small clearing of soil guarded by thick shrubbery and boughs around three quarters of it. What happens next is for me to know only.
When the offering was done, I turned to make my way back up the hill only to notice a small brown and white hare quickly turning around and hopping up the hill. I thought where he went was also the way I came since time, space, and atmosphere appeared to not change before my eyes. But then again that is the problem with seeing with your eyes. When I got up to where the rabbit made his final hop before disappearing I looked down to find yet another white gift. This one was a very Fibonacci looking seashell which was odd being about 3 miles from the ocean and on a level far above the sea. I picked it up thinking maybe this is for me to present to remind them next time. I thought about the disdain they must have for the mundane human world and all of it's cruelty to the natural world through greed that knows no bounds. I soon looked around and realized by leaving the path to get to where I was and then following the rabbit, I was completely lost and the dusk had lowered a few shades of grey since I started.
Eventually I found my way back to the human path leaving the ghost roads behind. I looked up and identified an area of the adjacent mountain for the next time. Making my way up the hill was pure hell for a man in the kind of shape I'm in. My legs kept slipping on the muddy ground and I soon panted and sweat myself into a mild delirium. My ears stung, my lips were coated from breathing heavy, and my body was soaked in sweat. I finally made it to the top of the hill and stumbled back down the main pathway where I spotted something white that looked like feathers. Turns out it was a piece of man made tarp beneath the dirt but walking to it revealed two more rabbits who briskly hopped away. I decided to take my glasses off even though my vision was now askew do to a worsening case of Strabismus that appeared shortly after my spinal meningitis had reached my brain when I was ten years old.
Between the exhaustion, barely accessing Elphame, and my hindered vision that now split everything into two, I saw a small dark beast of some sort come running at me. I squinted to see what is was and why it was so fearless for it's size. Before it reached me it vanished. Next I watched small birds appear to just spring from the ground. Tons of them. All close to me. They would fly a small distance away when I walked toward them but all land perfectly on soil mounds that rose from the grass and camouflaged them. Lastly I heard the sounds of a moaning woman and first thought someone was just having a great time in one of the houses I was approaching up near the entrance of the hill path to the area of wildlife. Then I got worried and thought maybe someone had tumbled down the steep rocky cliff next to the house and that was their way of calling out. But as I got nearer the sounds stopped and I was now at the exit of the bioreserve. The time had come to fully immerse myself back into this matrix. In conclusion, as time goes on and the Cairn grows larger with my aid and the Land Wights are empowered to protect the land, I can only hope for a stronger spark of the great fire to keep me illuminated and shining in this dark world of man.
Just a real quick blog post about the movie Mama I just saw which I enjoyed thoroughly. I'm going off of memory here from one viewing so I may miss a few things. As a horror film it'll probably be met with lukewarm reviews but as paranormal and folk magic film it tickled my fancy quite fine. The basic plot of the film can be found on Wikipedia so I’d like to focus more on the films symbolism which is rife with Scandinavian, Greek, and British/Scottish folklore regarding the other-world, cunning-folk tools, and astral doubles using concepts like the Fylgja, Hugr and Hamr. Being that this sort of folklore is laden throughout the film, the film takes on a very “Trad Craft” feel as best it can for Hollywood. I strongly suggest reading the synopsis and seeing the film before reading this blog.
The phantom spirit called Mama is very witch like in her behavior and appearance which blends nicely into the dynamic with the girls. The two feral girls become first class hedge-rider's after the series of deaths from the early plot synopsis and are basically raised by the spirit of Edith aka “Mama” out in the woods. They end up leading a primitive lifestyle in nature until discovered again 5 years later. The older of the two girls Victoria is soon able to balance the two realities and this is symbolized by her glasses. When she puts the glasses on her reality symbolically becomes more focused on this world which she spent the bulk of her early life in and when she takes them off her vision is blurred and her second sight becomes the dominating factor. During one scene "Mama" takes them off and breaks them asserting she belongs in the otherworld.
Styx was the boundary between Earth and the Underworld. Its ancient Greek meaning is hate. Mythologically, the daughter of Styx was Victoria, in other words, the daughter of the bridge between the living and the dead. Lilly, the younger of the two, who’s just as aptly named especially being the purer connection to the transcendental view, is so imbued in the otherworld that she cannot possibly turn off that reality to make room for this one and lead a more human like essence in the third dimensional reality construct. The majority of her life was more of a Pagan one in the woods (which we see on the girls floral headdresses oddly enough while the rest of them is ragged and filthy.) and she ends up knowing "Mama" longer than her actual now dead mother. The lily connection to water is also symbolized at the end of the movie when she dies and finds her return to the land of the dead by being drowned in the same water as “Mama”.
The first obvious symbol I saw in the film was the doorway to the cabin having three lines as windows getting smaller as they reached the floor. Occultists could have a field day with that so I won’t get into it other than saying I feel they represent Mama, Victoria, and then Lilly in a more druidic triple aspect of female deity. Mama’s spirit often takes form in the zoomorphic double of a moth. I’ve also seen this in The Moth Diaries film. This often gets confused with the Monarch Butterfly of occult sites which is a symbol of MK Ultra sexual programming. Reading Witches, Werewolves, and Fairies: Shapeshifters and Astral Doubles in the Middle Ages, we know that the spiritual double can appear in its human form or animal and Mama tends to go back and forth when visiting the children. Aside from the obvious usual symbolism of metamorphoses the Moth in some traditions is a symbol of the spirit of the witch flying from her body. Psyche, the Greek soul was another word for butterfly.
What’s interesting is that all of the main characters are able to access the otherworld through their dreams. Many times they receive messages of past events in the dream state. At times they make the dreadful mistake of trying to rationalize the mythic landscape with logical psychological reasons. Eventually though, the characters are able to see “Mama” during waking life without any psychic abilities which is necessary for a general horror film. Even so emphasis is still put on the astral double aspects in quite a few scenes where the character receives most of their knowledge from their fetch, altar ego, or double in the dreamworld. For instance Annabel can return to the time and place where Edith committed suicide while dreaming, and Lucas can communicate with his dead brother while in a coma. When asked how Victoria knows of Edith’s story she explains it was shown to her in a dream. The most vital aspect of this is at the end of the movie when Annabel is trying to save the children but cannot overpower Mama. Victoria repeatedly keeps telling her to go back to sleep and when she finally passes out from her head wound we see her able to grasp Victoria and save her. Although it appears to the audience that it’s the still conscious Annabel, us trained in the mystical arts know that it is now Annabel's double on the same playing field as Mama and able to now defeat her. Further evidence of this is that Mama is incredibly powerful, and can fly, change shape, possess, and seamlessly murder a living human. How then is Annabel suddenly able to hang on to Victorias robe causing Mama to give her up and solely take Lily instead?
Another symbol in the film is the mommet or poppet made out of twigs and hair and rocks that Lilly clutches to which is a traditional witchcraft tool for binding someone’s soul and for sympathetic magic. The film just barely alludes to this most likely being the way Mama’s soul can enter the children's room. The film also makes mention of a portal in the wall of the house in the woods where the girls were abandoned at. There's a bit of an allusion to channeling with the girls drawing on the walls what they've seen and to top off all this craft folklore Mama possesses several of the characters in the film hijacking their physical bodies.
The film is loaded with interpretation choices, symbolism, and magic folklore. I highly recommended it since it is both an entertaining horror film and also one of interest to people into witchcraft, mythology, and folklore. I wish I had more time to create a proper essay on it rather than a quick blog but feel free to leave comments here, my email, or my facebook with what you think about the film.
The occult craze on youtube in music videos is not occult at all. It's Roman Catholicism mixed with MK Ultra glorification. Between the "Satanic" imagery and the bondage and sexualization of women along with the primitive aspects of man the beast.we have a wonderful example of what the elitist record execs want to push agenda wise, and how the mystics path which has nothing to do with it will once again take the fall.
Nearly every week someone writes to me saying I was in their dream. Some are friends, others strangers. I wonder what my double has been up to.
If there’s one word that children of the grail scattered across the globe are all too painfully aware of, it’s alienation. In a vast, rabid, vacuous, sea of primates the remnants of the glimmering elven blood forced to wander a dying world that they are the custodians of, cannot afford to toss aside their brothers and sisters. Just like the good old days of court life, there are factions of spiritual blood and mundane people mixed and warring with each other. People as usual are out to exploit the core message and make it about power. This has spawned bitter resentment and paranoia understandably. These are not times however to slam the doors on each other. There are few authors out there who help us wake up, remember and re-activate the once dormant dragon’s blood. Even if errors are made, or bias points of view are placed into these literary treasure maps, they are still all we have at the moment. And truth will have it, so that no single person can know all of it. NO ONE. This path home to Elphame is crooked and winds as we walk the snakes back. Many who try to experience it through the ego come to find out that immortality was never for them.
But what about those of us who still carry the shining ones within our makeup? Surely we are a rare breed must strive to serve each other. In other words the grail serves the grail. And through a special version of sight, I know some of you are my family. This is why I won’t fight you. The fight is for us and not supposed to be against each other. But if the knights serve the maidens and the queen mothers her princes, how can it be that they are attacking each other? Either the ego and human beast aspect has infiltrated the haven or fear has become too powerful once again dimming the light of the sacred. A temple is a spot of gathering for that sacred aspect but it cannot become the kingdom ruling over the aspect itself. Otherwise you have become the thing you accuse your detractors of. This is a dangerous world and the necessity of safety, while not as bad as it was during the crusades is still there. Secrecy and guardianship is key, but fear mustn’t blind you to the point where that becomes more important than anything else. A mother bird cannot keep her birds from the nest in order to protect them. That’s counter intuitive. Upon my journey I came to your doors but rather than the embrace I would have wholeheartedly have given any one of you that carries the divine, I was met with fear. The doors were slammed in my face and my character was bastardized.
Even so, I have taken down the video out of respect for its editor’s work and while I had a different opinion on one part, in general it helped sum my page up rather efficiently. But it’s not my work so I’ve decided to take it down and eventually type out more information on my own for inquiring minds. I won’t hide in the shadows from the public though. If they want to crucify me they can do so. All I ask is that members of my own blood find the courage to ask questions and express themselves diplomatically and with nobility fearlessly, rather than making unfounded judgments about who I am and who I follow. We don’t follow…we lead. I will continue to walk this lonely road seeking the unseen through the fog. Through the murmur of truth I am prepared to embrace the grail. I only hope you can do the same.
When I was in 5th grade the teachers handed us a questionnaire to fill out. I do not recall any of the questions other than "I sometimes pretend_______." You were to fill in the blank. In day dreams and real dreams I had always taken journeys through the snowy wilderness as a fox. I would go through my transformation and travel in and out of unseen worlds and somehow this fox while being outside of me was also me. Unbeknownst to me this particular question was what ended up in the yearbook. They did not inform us that they would be picking a statement from each child's paper and putting in the yearbook. Amidst the "I want to be a fire fighter" and "my favorite thing to do is watch the Jets game with my brother" type statements one could find a young Adam quoted as "I sometimes pretend I'm a fox in the winter. " To my horror I became the laughing stock on the 5th grade because it was a very "uncool" thing to admit to and after spending most of my middle school years trying to reach the pinnacle of cool since that was the most essential thing to do at that age, everything had collapsed before me. In actuality like all members of an elven bloodline I was fulfilling my natural abilities by being fully and naturally absorbed into my fetch animal and being violently rejected for it. The fetch beast, or my familiar, as a child, when things came so much more naturally, was in fact the fox. We Dragons know how badly the mundane world rejects any sort of true spirit or break from the left brain realities of this world so it's no surprise that as a child it was hilarious and as an adult probably even more hilarious to the mental makeup of what Rowling named The Muggles. But like many things as a child that I learned to fear, as an adult I have come to embrace. I did not have to prepare a ritual to have my fetch present itself to me as the message was delivered to me laying in bed last night. My double, my phantom, my wraith,has returned to me and once again revealed itself and is here to stay.
Truth is an entity of the unseen world. It is unimportant to humans. In this construct the most important thing outside of survival is the protection of the ego. Since the ego is a lie, the world surrounding it should be too.
Let them come who wish to come, And let them go who wish to go, And do not harm to me or mine. -Ancient Icelandic Invitation Formula for the Elven Folk
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