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RIP Ron Glass.
Yep. May you shelter always in the palm of the Creator's hand, and may the last embrace of the mother welcome you home.

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Spiritual Questions
The last few years taught me many things. I spent a lot of time, despite the description of my blog, not really doing much spiritually. I got a masters degree, and then started more classes, then worked at any kind of promotion, so yeah... That being said, I noticed that I became far more spiritual than religious. Our need for religion comes from our lack of understanding of the cosmos, our desire to have answers. So we create those answers. Zeus was angry, so there were thunderstorms, etc. I remember stories of my older, now deceased family members, telling their children to get under the covers during a thunderstorm because no one should see God's wrath. With the tragedy I recently suffered, and the manner of her passing, it is very difficult to believe in any kind of benevolent deity. I cannot give any time to a sky-beast that allows that kind of pain to a woman who does not deserve it. Call it a stage of grief, but no. Just no. If there is any deity up there, then they are neutral. Add this to the election, and yeah... call it a crisis of faith. Whatever. So now I look into finding ways to help myself. I still believe in magic, because the ability our brain has to focus its energy and affect the surrounding world is very real. Too much evidence exists to the contrary. I spent some time reading about Buddhism, and wish to combine that with some form of magic that draws on my own power. One of my core tenets is that we can only affect ourselves with our energies. To affect someone else requires the use of "deity-Energy." Already said I'm not dealing with them. So, I'm looking for tools or spells that draw on us. Our power. We are the gods of this world, if we only bother to look inside and see it. Stop arguing, stop worrying about who is what, and start working together. I come here because if there is any place on the web where beefs don't seem to exist, it's Tumblr. I ask for your help, because I'm looking for a community. I grew up in church, and one of the things I loved is how strong the community was. Help me, and let's help each other, because the storm is coming, and we need to stand together. Or we will fall and fall hard.
Understanding
I like to think I'm a good man. I take care of my family. My job creates an incredible amount of good for the world. I set a good example as much as I can. When I make mistakes, I own them. Why is it then, I would have made some terrible decisions given the opportunity? Is it because I'm so far away from anyone I know, the equivalent of what happens here stays here? Or just that I never really got to "sow my wild oats" and so I have that temptation? It's been a good vacation, as I've also made some good decisions and learned a lot about me; restarting this being at the forefront. Lots of thinking to do...
I am having a really rough day on this horrible planet earth 2016. I’m starting to realize I really am going to have to learn to use a weapon to defend myself and my family. Just really slowly coming to grips with this before finding a local range and taking lessons.
Feel your pain. I'm getting my throwing knives back out, I keep bats beside the doors and bed, and there are a number of nasty tricks in my house.
I love planners, highlighters, giant calendars, nice ball point pens, to do lists, & anything else that gives me the illusion that I’m getting my life together
Yep. Except I go nuts over new iOS apps that replicate that experience.

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Damn near the only thing I know how to draw. As you can see, still shaking off lots of rust. But by all the gods I love my iPad Pro.
Sunset color impressions. Took the pic from my condo; converted into a very basic picture because I stink at art, but love to do it. Therapeutic and all that.
Witchcraft.
Witchcraft finds the disgraced, the beaten, the neglected, the hurt, the lonely, the tormented, the abused, the sorrowful, the scarred, the mutilated, the abandoned, the oppressed and gives them a new home.
I’ve never met a witch in real life without their fair share of trauma.
Witchcraft gives back our lives. It gives back what other people have taken from us, and makes us whole again.
I’m thankful that it found me.
I always, always knew that the path I was born into was NOT the one I was meant to walk. That there was more out there.
Witchcraft, paganism, etc. proved me right. Although my path has become my own and developed over years, I would have never found it without the first step.
Your social justice should be founded on love for others, not on a desire to be the most visibly enlightened.
Just as the most devout Christian or spiritual person is the one who lives it, but never discusses it.
Dear American Pagans
I haven’t seen a single post about us so I will make one: some of you may go along after this election without change. But for those of you who are like me and have been watching our few and far between temples in this country struggle to gain footing and keep it, have been attacked and mocked and dehumanized, who no longer feel safe in a country that only barely recognizes us as valid now and certainly won’t continue to do so…. for those of you who are scared to stay in a country where pagans and witches can be killed without consequence and still be blamed for crimes they had nothing to do with just because they practice magick…. I see you I’m with you I love you We aren’t forgotten. Our fear is valid, it is present, it is real. Do whatever you have to do to feel safe. And if you need help, ask me. I will fight for my own with all he fury of Nemesis, Lilith, Kali, and Nyx. Blessed be. I love you
The election has reminded me, especially being where I am right now, in the heart of Trumpland, that the fear we experienced on the night of the election is real. Some genuinely want to learn. Others are ready to take the country away from all the progress it has experienced. I will fight from the shadows, but I will fight. You are NOT alone.

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Out
I went out tonight. I wasn’t going out intentionally looking for company. I just wanted, at least in my thoughts, someone to talk to. A female presence that would listen, hold me if I broke, and then I leave from my short vacation to rejoin my family.
I’m not so sure. I know that, for some reason, I need someone to talk to. I don’t really know what else.
I feel very lost. I know that some of this is the wall of grief and hurt, and I am also aware of the pain that distance causes. But I can’t really enumerate what is going on. If nothing else, being able to write these words helps.
But what if I go out tomorrow with friends of my friend who have less scruples than me? What kind of man will I be?
What is going on? And what in the actual hell do I do? Sit in this place and watch the sun and the waves?
I really don’t know anymore…
I’m on the 16th floor of this building. I never thought with any level of seriousness about jumping. But for one brief second, I wondered what it might be like. There should not be any worries about me, as I have way too much that is amazing to leave it. But the idea that I thought about it at all? Shocks the hell out of me.
If anyone wants to talk, I’ve got Skype on (I think). Or just msg me here. It’s 1 AM. But conversation is always welcome. It’s quickly becoming a lost art…
Ode to the Departed
I love you. You taught me all the things about a good marriage and a good life. You showed me the happiness in simplicity, the beauty in a normal life. Nothing can ever fill the void you created. My life is what it is because you took me in and MADE me a better man. I will never forget what you gave me. I do hope you, now that you have moved on, understand the choices I've made. Why I walk the path I do, the path of many variances. I love my life. I love who I am, and the peace of this time is showing me what few things I am missing from my existence. Your passing taught me that. I love you. I will carry your memory with me until my time ends.
put a blanket over Shockwave’s eye and it’d be like putting a cover over a bird’s cage so they can go to sleep more easily
“Oh, I see my optic is offline. Logically this means I must have worked to the point of exhaustion. No sense resisting the call of recharge, I’m sure medics would agree…”
But does he transform before he sleeps? Or sleep in robot mode? Is transforming like getting into bed?
Loneliness
I'm rather lucky. I'm not alone. But on this trip, I feel like the proverbial mariner surrounded by water, but unable to drink. I'm a long distance from my extended family, one of my closest family members is gone, and I used to be pretty good with solitude. I'd love to bring someone to this place, and just sit on the couch and cuddle, then go to bed not alone. In 8 more days, I won't have this feeling anymore. But by all the gods, I hate how this feels. Part of me hates writing this, because I feel like a whining coward when so many others have no one. I forgotten the original purpose of my blog. I was never intended to leave others in pain. I was supposed to help. So I reopen this, for at least a few more days. I'll decide the rest when i go home.
Somebody needs you.
You may not know who that person is, or when they’re going to need you, but somebody on this earth needs you to stay alive.
Things are scary right now, and you might be thinking about doing something rash. You might feel alone, unwanted, worthless, useless. You might be feeling those things, but if you’re looking for one reason not to end it all, think about this. Somebody is going to need you.
My father is battling acute myeloid leukemia. Cancer of the blood. He’s undergone chemotherapy, and is going to need a stem cell transplant. The best possible donor is a male sibling, under the age of 60, in good physical health. My fathers youngest brother Michael would be the best candidate.
But he committed suicide in 2012.
We’ll never know if he was a perfect match. We’ll never know if he could have saved my fathers life by donating some blood. Michael didn’t know this, when he took his own life.
But I’m telling YOU now.
Someday, somebody might need you to save their life.
And you need to stick around, to make sure you’re here, when they need you.
Yes. 1000x this.

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As I've not been here in a while, my Skype took a while to get up and running. Pagantechblog is my s/n. Send me a msg. I'll wake up. Especially if you are an old follower.
Yes. I am realizing how much the last two years have broken me in ways I I didn't know. Even not being close enough to help each day; the constant worry and being on standby hurt in ways I didn't understand. It's time to begin...