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Published November 29, 2013 by Jacob

As of now a lot of my posts are going to be password protected. if you want the password please email me on



Published November 27, 2013 by Jacob

I am as driftwood
on the edge of the ocean
at the beginning of the world
but may I become
The patience of Heimdal
The straightforwardness of Thor
The eloquence of Bragi
The resourcefulness of Loki
The  passion of Freya
The vibrancy of Idun
The wisdom of Odin
The independence of Skadi
The foresight of Sif
The loyalty Of Sigyn
The courage of Tyr

Thyme Salve

Published November 25, 2013 by Jacob


Make a thyme infused oil

Put 8oz of Beeswax and 4oz (8 tablespoons) of infused oil in a double boiler on the hob

Heat gently till beeswax has melted into the oil

Take glass bowl off saucepan let cool for about 20 seconds


  • 4 Drops Thyme Oil
  • 4 Drops Lavender oil
  • 4 Drops of Rosemary


Pour salve into glass jar, cover and leave to solidify

Original recipe is here

This can be uses for aching muscles and rubbed on the chest to help heal coughs/colds/chest infections

Learning to Sleep at Night

Published November 21, 2013 by Jacob

Soooo, one of my deities demand that I learn to sleep in the dark, regularly and consistently, This is not something I’ve been able to do since I was 13 for reasons all wrapped up in My Horrible Life(TM) so this is going to be hard work and will pretty much mean pulling out all the stops, emotional, physical, magical


Dream Pillow containing

  • Lavender
  • Chamomile
  • Orange Blossom
  • vervain
  • Rose petals

Wear Amethyst and hematite bracelet
keep Rose quartz on Table by bed
String unakite and wear it all through the winter

Make Witch Bottle

Form and do disconnection Magic

let yourself cry
Do visualizations


Go outside everyday
Exercise every day
no caffeine after four
eat before 8
Eat well/healthily

in bed by ten when possible, read, drink (evening ritual)

turn lights out at 12

Honouring My Ancestors

Published November 15, 2013 by Jacob

I’ve talked about this issue before, about how do you honour your ancestors when you are adopted, when your blood line is shattered, scattered. And in the previous post I wrote about some very helpful but theoretical conclusions other people had helped me reach. The whole idea has been percolating for months and I think I found a way to honor ancestors I know nothing or very little about. As well as conversations had on The cauldron I’ve been very influenced by this art project

I Am Who They Were The artist says:

I wanted my skin to show through as my family’s skin, so that my stories, my life and who I am as an individual is shown as the sum of all of the people that came before me.

And this may seem diametrically opposite to where I am, because I have no pictures of my ancestors and I don’t even know most of their names, but I have my skin, my skin is their skin, they are where my skin comes from. My body, borked as it maybe, is an inheritance from those nameless, faceless, historyless people.

(and there’s some political/emotional stuff here about how does the mainstream rhetoric that tells adoptees that biology/genetics doesn’t matter affect their sense of self and their sense of whether their body  matters?)

Anyway, I’ve been thinking if all I have of my ancestors is my body then I will honour them through my body

There needs to be more thinking about what this means but to start with, it will be  about listening to its messages and giving my body what it needs rather than what the culture says it needs, the right sort of food, the right amount of sleep,  the right amount and type  of exercise, and just looking after it and making it feel good. This will be for me but it will also be for my ancestors. A way of both acknowledging and thanking them.



Thinking about honour

Published November 14, 2013 by Jacob

If I pray

May I bring honour
to my Gods
to the land
to my ancestors

to my path
to myself

to my hearth
to my tribe
to my communities

What does it mean unless I have a clear idea of what honour is to me both theoretically and practically, and I have at least some concept of the boundaries and overlaps of these different spheres/aspects of my life.

This is what I come up with when I interrogate my thoughts/feelings on honour

Honour is the place where you weave respect, where you build trust, where you keep secrets, promises, appointments, commitments, where you do what needs doing even if its hard and it hurts. Honour is the place where you want and work for the best. Honour is the place where you protect you and yours by any means necessary, honour is the place where you pull your weight

I still feel like that’s not quite right, like I’ve missed something there  but its a good place to start. I think I’m going to take each of those spheres one by one and think about what honour/being honourable means in each context