On Feb 6, 2025,  Nancy Hendrickson asked folks what their oldest family object  was that they owned was. Mine’s probably skeleton keys that I got from my grandma or a piece from the family funeral wagon that was built by either my great great grandfather or great grandfather. A wagon that was family built and once painted white and blue. It was used to transport our deceased family from home to the graveyard in West Virginia. I believe this wagon was one of my grandma’s greatest treasures and she took very good care of it until she was too old. When I was little, I remember sitting on it on those rare times that she had it out of the garage. It was the grandest thing, I remember. Just bright sunlight shining over my grandma’s green house, bathing the wagon in gold. Later in our lives, she painted it white, blue, and red. Fauver Family Funeral Wagon, 2015 When she was too old to care for it, she pulled it out into her yard and let nature claim it. When her house was fina...

On Feb 16 2025, we got a great snow storm, although hubby had to get up and go to work. From my bed, I also got to work... I do want to mention that I have a a bindrune already in our vehicle—a protection spell that I often feed to keep it working. But I think this spell can be used regardless of whether or not you have an existing spell. On the early morning of February 16th, as my husband was getting ready for work, I laid in bed and listened to the icy rain snow mixture hitting our house. Ting ting tinx ting tinx ting! Hm, sounded slick outside. I closed my eyes and went out to our vehicle in the astral. Over the last couple of days, I’d been sleeping a lot. Not sure why, I didn’t feel ill, just exhausted. Could be a combination of starting my period and doing big magiks on the full moon on Wednesday, not sure. Either way I wasn’t sure what my energy were going to look like that day, so I opened a well to the Source and used that energy to feed the bindrune that I already ha...

 About a week ago, I wrote a post that was supposed to be about my relationship with Dionysus and Ariadne, but turned into Myth Gods and Real Gods . When I was a teen I had a handful of deities: Sister Moon, Hestia, Vesta, Artemis, Hephaestus, and Anubis. Over the years, that number would change, especially as I started working more with animal spirits. Then as I went through a phase of dark depression and rejected being an artist—I listened to what asshole students and teachers of Wright State University’s art department, who said that I was mediocre and talentless and had no place in that major. I pushed Hephaestus away, and the others (although Hestia-Vesta and Sister Moon stayed). (My drawing teacher, Penny, brought me back by saying that I had the potential, but I was standing in my way). In 2014, I started working with the Roman Ceres. During one of my full moon rites with Her, Sister Moon, and the Land Spirits, Dionysus showed up. He stayed…and with Him came a flood of...

  I recently finished  Ariadne  by Jennifer Saint. It was the Hellenic take of Ariadne’s story (as She is originally a sovereign Minoan Underworld Goddess), although I won’t tell you which ending the author chose in case you want to read it too. I am a fan of modern mythology and retellings. Giving voices to those who had none in most of the old stories. Exposing so-called “heroes” who don’t deserve hero-worship as the dishonorable POS they were. In the Hellenic stories, Ariadne was the Princess of Crete who helped Perseus escape the labyrinth after he killed the Minotaur. She escaped with him and the dbag abandoned her on an island and moved on with his life as a celebrated hero. Now there’s different versions of the story, one of which Perseus attempts to spread in the book. But with the old stories, sometimes Ariadne dies on the island and other times, Dionysus falls in love with her, she becomes his wife, and an immortal. How this all happens…well, different versions....