TW: Suicide My Artemis Shrine from 2015 Today I'm going to talk about my relationship with the Greek Goddess of the Hunt, Artemis .  Daughter of Zeus and Leto, and twin to Apollon.  One who never wanted to be married, and so Zeus actually honored Her request.  She chose to hang with Nymph Handmaidens and hunting hounds, instead of a horny, dramatic husband. I don't think that means She was a virgin in terms of never having sex.  Back in the old days, at some point virgin just ment unwed.  She did have lovers, just no husbands or wives, as far as I'm aware. Like all or perhaps most deities, I believe Her to be pansexual and polyamorous.   Artemis is a protector of the forests, animals, ethical hunters, girls, the moon (although I don't see this one, why not the Earth--everything else about Her is earthy), and is associated with birth.  Once she was born, Artemis helped Leto give birth to Apollon.  She's associated with the good and bad stuff ...

 At the bottom right of my blog, there's a Facebook warning about how I was locked out of an account, if you received friend requests, it wasn't me.  3 years ago, when we moved, FB let me into my main account, but refused to let me into my witch/pagan account because it "didn't recognize location" or some crap.  Even though I had my password, back up emails, and whatever.  Complete lock out.   Well, now it's different. The other day, whilst googling for deity info, I was taken to a pic on FB, and I saw at the top log in it had my old pagan name Hearth Foxlynx.  Dotted password and all that.  I decided, what the Hel?  I gave it a go.  Facebook sent a code to my email and bibbity bam I was logged in.   3 years ago it was such a damn fight.  Now just a email recovery.   I got into my FB and started a massive deletion of family photos, art, old posts, unfriendings, and HFO ads, sales, info etc.  I left groups an...

 On the 15th, my Kindreds nudged me to sign up for a ritual on Feb 17th.  Non-COoR style.  Focusing on Love, Friendship, and Healing--with oneself.   Monday I had a weather-caused migraine.  Tuesday I realized that the ritual was that night, not today.  Actually, writing went really smooth.  I'm glad it was Non-COoR, because I really wanted to focus on Self-Love.  Although my COoR rituals tend to be long, you can do them quickly. Druid in the City: Minimal ADF Core Order Ritual Last night, after I wrote the ritual and was working on my sigil (because I was opening a well of source energy, I wasn't going to be able to do my sigil with them), I was possessed by the Kindreds who wrote a message for the Druids.    Basically it was telling us to Shine Brightly.  Be not afraid.  Use our voices.  To let our power flow. Because of that, I was tired going into the ritual an hour later.  I was worried that I wouldn't be ab...

February 11, 2026 : Tonight's omen brought to you by Eir, Freyja, and Artemis through the Goddess Guidance Oracle by Doreen Virtue. In the beginning of the ritual, I began to shuffle and three cards jumped out: Rhiannon, Artemis, Freyja: Now is the time to be bold with your magik. You are protected. Freyja was overshadowed by Artemis who condemned those who do generational curses--saying that if innocents are harmed by fear and hate, the caster would be visited by Artemis and The Cailleach. Generational curses makes you no better than ICE--bigots are cowards, regardless the side you think you're on. Then I drew three cards from Eir: Cycles, Past Lives (this life), Transformation: Your country is going through shadow work. The roots are exposed--fleshy earth ripped from infected roots. A great healing is happening, even though it doesn't feel like it. The infection is exposed--Warriors and Healers are working. Warriors fighting and Warriors protecting Healers who're ampu...

 A month into the Pre-Clergy Program and last week, I finally got the motivation to start reading, studying, and doing the writings!  I was hoping to get started right away, but then I got hit with ADHD and a little bit of Imposter Syndrome.  That Imposter is just shadow work to explore.  I explored it.  My Imposter asked what did I have to offer to ADF or to anyone else?  I was a poor speaker and a college drop out, who the hell could I help as a clergy person? Good questions, honestly.   What are my strengths?  What are my weaknesses?  What could be improved? I love writing rituals and I love performing them for my community.  I love teaching folks about the Kindreds as I know and interact with Them, and passing on Their messages.  I also know that my ritual writing needs a lot of work.  I attend others rituals and pay attention and learn.  I've taken writing workshops, ritual writing workshops, and I've read books....

 Sometime this morning, I woke up from an intense dream--second one this week and with the same theme!  Except this time, I woke up in a panic--heart pounding, quick breathing.  But the dream wasn't nightmarish--not really.   I went to one of my favorite local spiritual shops called The Magical Druid to see my local grove--Three Cranes.  Then suddenly I wasn't feeling well.  It was like I was being possessed without my consent and I couldn't remove the entity.  I couldn't because it wasn't a stranger coming into me from the outside, but an entity within me, emerging .  Maybe I've been watching too many Alien movies lately?   Prometheus and Covenant are good, though!  An entity not laid inside of me by a devious synth, an airborne virus, or a face-r*ping alien.  Something part of me.  Something that IS me. At one point, one of the cranes--a warm, plus sized woman with shoulder length brown hair (not Arch Druid Rev. ...

Intense dream this morning: Hubs and I went to a ritual by Byron Ballard. She was dressed like a whimsical dancer. She moved and instructed and many of us in the audience started to dance with her. Hubs stayed in the back, but I joined, entranced. Then Byron would single people out and give them a command, which involved doing something friendly to another dancer. When people did, we celebrated. Reminded me of Jester's and mischievous Fae. Joyful. Soon a whimsical costume would appear on that person. When it came to me, Byron told me to kiss a handsome guy with a round face and short brown hair. He was cute, but I said no because I didn't know him (it had nothing to do with my husband). Byron responded silently, disappointed. The rest were disappointed, too.  As was he.  It made sense what I said, but he felt left out--why didn't I want to?  What was wrong with him?   Nothing.  He was just a stranger.   Then my dance was different fro...