There are as many faiths/paths as there are guesses to whether or not the clucker fucker came before the egg. They each have their own good ones, and many more bad.

If one were to divide on that line and hand a chef a basket without telling which was given, and the chef could only randomly pick one from the basket, then no matter the choice he made of which egg to whip into an omelette, he would soon be serving either a nutritious break to a fast or a poisonous trap to his customer.


I have never claimed to practice any traditional craft, nor may I ever. Burning a gift and scattering the ashes in a moving body of water is the one act not of my making I have ever needed the use of.

Among the aspects of familiarity to a path this thread is dedicated to, in order of depth of study, for me are astrology, alchemy, and shamanism. So, I wouldn't expect I'll ever profess to be anywhere on your level here, Aven, but I won't be surprising myself if I'll often be watching, maybe chiming in with reflections from my own avenues if it seems fitting after this little hello.


Anam, cannot go on counting
What’s set since Cupid had his way
Cara, ask of me anything
So again the shadows will play

A weaver’s words left you disturbed
Lost in translation disarray
A mirror’s fears are what you heard
Treading through trepidation’s way

Less spoken ‘tis box I’d open
In other timeline meant to be
Here’s hopin’ fantasy copin’
Is not yet yoked to death of me

Some dawn to see the memory
Will be replete not bittersweet
So wander on please don’t tarry
Find fate in track lain under feet 1/11/2016


The heavy lifting into one's own nativity never ends, and your statement about readings is intriguing because of it's brutal honesty. If I were to skinwalk the guinea pig with your offer of instruction sometime shoon, would you share with me, privately if need be, about your closest placement, what it is and how near, to the bull's fourteenth degree?