Alchemy isn’t religious, though it can be. Alchemy isn’t magic, it can be, but inherently it’s a philosophy of healing. I’m an alchemist but use the term loosely— I’m well read on historical resources and engage in alchemical practices, but my whole practice as an esoteric practitioner exists without doctrine. I find it’s easiest to … Continue reading Alchemical Healing
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A spore adrift, hanging delicately in the air, is that me or what I give? Currents rise and fall so slight only the most fragile attest to its force. The mere drag of a leaf’s individual canopy catching air completely changes a spore’s path. Is empathy for the wild overshadowing the potential in domestication, the … Continue reading Being Fungi
Pulled in so many directions, I forget my first priority is my health.
The knees warn of overuse, dry joints, they creak / As the stomach growls of hunger ready to speak / A low sound in the lungs, a rattling voice to seek / Reprieve from smoke as the teeth spoke, they reek / And throb, the inner ears do wail, whine, and shriek
Practicing sterile culture methods at home for mushroom cultivation!
Feeling inadequate is a normal response to stress. Insecurity tells me I’m useless— survival instincts becoming pathological, but the original process is natural. Self doubt is a tool we’ve forgotten how to use, forced to be so far removed from ancestral ways. We’ve lost some of the wild predators but also lost our sense of … Continue reading A Note on Feelings of Uselessness
Where I go, when I do what I do, when I live how I live, where I go is here— inhabiting my body willingly. When I’m offering my effort to the world, I’m accepting the connection between my internal monologue and my physical flesh. I work with my hands. I’m here in my hands, my … Continue reading I Hide From People, I Hide From Myself
Oh, the ghosts emerge, out / Preaching tonight / Going with, not going without / Hosts of slight sensory organs reaching for me / In greeting of screeching most gentle / I reciprocate freely / I walk with the parade until / We rest in the place our soul stayed / Where we bear our sleeping self / Ghosts come and go but never fade / Here, tonight, awake we delve / Into choice to offer / Hearing those with no voice, / Seen by them with no sight / And may the words of the preaching ghosts, / Breaching any barrier / And come to be a carrier / To you
Our behaviour, dress, habits, these are born of reactions in our inner world. Our self perception and realm of authenticity is influenced and expressed by a set of external symbols— representations of more complex subjects. Eye contact is symbolic, wearing jewelry is symbolic, our accent, inflections, our routine, our addictions, these outwardly simple expressions reference … Continue reading Symbols of Presentation