Mrs. Oddly's Random Madness

It’s our cap! Take it back!

I wrote this a while ago. I am still working on completing the whole of the working for this book that feels like has been taking forever. I have been told that I need to be careful writing it for my own well being. Not that I am in physical danger for this work, but I need to be emotionally safe and not re-trigger myself as I write it. With Trump wearing a red hat and “making America great…

All the Lying Bitches

I spent most of yesterday afternoon deliberately not paying too much to the news and with good reason. I KNEW it would trigger me pretty hard. When I say trigger I don’t necessarily mean that every triggering event leads to a sobbing, gooey heap of sog. Sometimes it can manifest as deep burning anger, something akin to rage. Sometimes it  manifests as though I have suddenly come down with the…

Dear Professor Ford, the Owl is Calling . . .

And it rained all day. It was not a rain that poured down. It was a slow drizzle that eventually and thoroughly soaked everything. It’s sort of how I feel about all the news I have been seeing about the case being made against a certain Federal judge up for an even larger position. At first I was worried about this just being a stunt from one side to smear the other using women, once more, as…

Thirty days of devotion. . . lessons in silence.

In June the Covenant of Hekate held a month of devotion to Hekate challenge. It was pretty free form leaving most of the details of how to do this up to the individual with the exception of the idea of 10 minutes in the morning and 10 minutes in the evening. It was here that this mediation/ rite, what ever it actually is, came forth. There were also  other invisible fruits to this practice I…

No cards for Bill. . .

People are very quick to comment on events. I have had to take the time to absorb my own reactions and process them. It’s hard to see that lights are on in the middle of the day. Not enough contrast. You have to wait for dusk to sink in and show you what the bright of day has hidden from you.

Cosby has been found guilty. There have been tweets wishing him good-bye ( probably not in the kindest…

I am patiently waiting for new moon to trim up my hair. . . my poor split ends have split ends, but I hold out because I am a superstitious sort of woman. I believe that turning your shirt inside out and backward will thwart pursuing, unwanted fae company, throwing spilled salt over your left shoulder will avert bad luck, knocking on wood will keep unwanted ears from interfering with your plans…

Salem Girl’s Bullet Journals

I have PTSD. It’s important to get things out of my head and put them in a form I can see. This is where the bullet journal has been invaluable to me. I tend to do things like forget tasks I can and should be doing because I go round and round in my head like a startled fish in a very small bowl. . . This journal allows me to put down my necessary and desired tasks down on paper in a tangible…

Read for ugly. . .

I, on occasion, get a message from a connection on social media about cases of domestic violence in which they need a bit of help with. I check them out not necessarily because I don’t believe them, but more often than not, they are a relative or a friend whom is close to the survivor. I have seen a few cases where the entirety of the story has not been told or the case was exaggerated by the…

Off You Go. . .

So, you step foot out your door, let the world move you and soon you find yourself on an adventure. My Dad says they are good for your soul. . . and of course, he’s right! You find yourself out of your box trying and seeing new things and walking far more than you intended. You let go of expectation and allow the wonder to set in. It’s the wonder part that I think is the most satisfying and…

“ Witchcraft is the recourse of the dispossessed, the powerless , the hungry and the abused. . . It turns on a civilization that knows the price of everything and the value of nothing.” Peter Grey: Apocalyptic Witchcraft 2013 “In those days there were on earth many rich and many poor. The rich made slaves of all the poor. In those days there were many slaves who were cruelly treated; in every…

The season us finally shifting here. I can feel it in the breeze. The fire is gone and the sun has changed from something to shun to a thing to soak in. With the changing season, I started to take stock in what has been shifting in my practice. The largest shift is the fact that I now do a whole lot of whispering. I speak softly to the Gods, the spirits I am connected to, my ancestors. At first I…

Needle Magic in Appalachia

Sulphur, Silver and Antimony. . . oh my.

Super curious it sometimes is. I find that there is a fascination in the Eastern world for the Western Occult and this time they got it right. I found it on Wish ( yes, that super addictive shopping site where they have all the things.)  It is black and covered in symbols- ethereal and vaguely threatening. . . that is unless you understand the language being spoken. Admittedly, most people don’t…

A little while ago I received a beautiful gift. He left it quietly in a place he knew I would find it. It was lovingly wrapped with a sweet note card. So, I finished it from front to back, the illustrated version of Sorceror’s Stone. As any child will tell you, it was definitely not like reading the book with just words. It was an absolute feast for both eye and soul.

Something to soothe the…

Roses, powdered and ashed. . .

Sometimes, as you are listening to your gut, it tells you to do something that makes very little sense right now but will in not too long. I once had no idea why I had the compulsion to pick up a black cat candle, but I did and stuffed it away for later. Later came and I was very grateful to have socked that treasure away.

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Last night, out of nowhere, there were roses to be ground…

The forbidding. . .

The coyotes had a howl sometime about 1am, The whole household and neighborhood was disturbed by it. Lights flicked on, dogs barked and howled, cats zoomed around the floor at turbo speeds. So, of course I had to go outside to feel the situation out. There was owl somewhere hooting and there were small rustlings of smaller things scurrying around, possibly for cover. The whole night was lit up…

Everything shifts. Time is literally marked by changes. Equinoxes talk about a balance between darkness and light measured in our skies as the sun travels across our sky, or more accurately as our planet turns in the outer dark. . .  a turn. . . a tilt. . . Everything changes. Shadows grow longer earlier giving us a look at the darkness we carry within if we choose to see.

These darknesses we…