Ten of Sticks

There is a man who has been harassing us concerning some land. He was up here again this week, up to some kind of wanna be threatening fuck-shit that he tends to get up to. Twice both me and my partner mobbed him like crows, asking what he was doing and demanding he stop until he explains. Twice he was routed.

Usually for this kind of thing, I go into "dude" mode, where I summon being a tough stoic protective guy, and it always makes me feel terrible afterwards, it makes me feel wrong. But this time something else entered me, a clarity of purpose, a grounding in the earth and my partnership and justice that exists beyond and before law all driven by a passion that I hadn't felt before. And after, I felt tired, but not wrong, I felt right.

I'm seriously thinking about adding a LGBTQ+ flag, a Mexican Flag on the sign so I can accuse anybody being hostile as being right wing, and some kind of Reptilian tell for Mr Andromeda.

THE religions of Ancient Greece and Rome are now extinct. The so called divinities of Olympus have not a single worshipper among living men.

He was sitting in his car, which was old, but very clean. He wore a crisp clean white t-shirt, new and fresh looking flannel sleep pants. He almost looked freshly showered, but there was some snot hanging from his nose the whole time I talked to him. The interior of his car was clean and empty. People who live out of their car tend to have a lot of stuff in their cars.

I gave him what I had in my wallet, which was a single $5 bill. I lamented how hard it must be for him right now with gas prices being what they are with the times. He nodded in agreement and told me why the world is as bad as it is, "Take a one dollar bill, turn it around and find the pyramid on the back. Read the words below the pyramid. Look them up, and follow the rabbit." Then he offered to give me his number in case I knew of a place to stay for the night.

Now, I also have known a few Illuminati believers in passing, and well, I don't know, they never bothered with the ol' pyramid on the dollar bill secret sign. They were like 10 steps in the deep beyond that. And they would have never offered their number, because they wouldn't be sure if I might be "one of THEM". I think this guy had a fresh break. I suspect he maybe had an apartment, maybe a girlfriend and just snapped a couple days ago, and maybe "scrubbed" his person and car of trackers.

I feel like there was less space between self-identified witches and other identifications aligned with the occult, like Thelemites, Chaotes, variations on Golden Dawn, folk-based, etc. And as information was harder to find and verify, the sense of what-was as far as it applies to tradition felt more, uh, plastic and dreamy.

Deity worship was definitely a thing, but there was less of a focus on individual gods and on pantheons and working with it on a whole. And paganism definitely including a lot more pantheistic flavor which made the community of ideas between traditions and pantheons more continuous.