Early Yule Sale


Awesome Things!

Originally posted on A Forest Door:

I have just added a 5 DOLLAR SALE section to my Goblinesquerie Etsy shop. I have over twenty items that are now just $5 each – including my Yule incense cones, lots of earrings, tea card magnets and pins, and more! These would all make great “stocking stuffers” or small gifts for Yule or other winter holidays. I’ve also set up a new coupon code – if you spend $10 or more in my shop (including these sale items), use YULE14 at checkout to get 10% off your total. Here are just some of the $5 special items:


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Another Girl’s Paradise


Love this so much!

Originally posted on Loki's Bruid:

I live in Paradise. Or at least, some people’s version of Paradise. I’m also a long-time Tori Amos fan, as I’m sure some of you gentle readers have already divined by the amount of her work on my blog. I love her for many reasons, among them that she’s unapologetic about her spirituality, her beauty, and her sexuality. And like me, she is also a rape survivor. In many ways, that in particular fascinates me because she seems less hindered by her assault than I am in terms of being willing or able to express desire. I had a lover ask me once what I wanted, and I was at a loss to express anything in particular, in no small part because asking for it seems Dangerous with a capital D.

And I’m not the only One aware of this problem – recently, Loki specifically asked me to tell…

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Spirit Touched excerpt

Originally posted on Strip Me Back To The Bone:

reminder: it’s mine, all mine, not yours, all mine! That said, here’s an excerpt:

Cloaking myself was a small matter. Shadows lent themselves to me, borrowed from the hardapple trees, from the clouds overhead that blocked the sun. Cloaking myself in my own shadow would have been easier yet, but I couldn’t wait for her to return to me. I stole away from Henny’s house, heading for the outskirts of the village. I trusted my feet while I used my eyes to be sure no one spotted me. My feet brought me to the midden, and what I found there made me wish longingly for blood-sickle brambles.

He stood in a stockade, head lowered and looking miserable. His shadow hung from his neck, caught in a witches bottle. His knees were bent as though his legs could not support his weight, and I winced, knowing how bruised his collarbones must…

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Hail Hermes!

Originally posted on A Forest Door:

“Hermes has no temple, because he’s in every temple; he has no rites, because he’s in all rites; he has no expertise, because he’s an expert in everything.  Hermes is the go-between that leads us on in anything and everything; he is the road between destinations, but is not the destinations themselves.  He only leads us along the roads, but the road is where we spend most of our lives and times.  The presence of Hermes is required by man to work with any god, and is required to communicate to man from the gods.” (The Digital Ambler)

Interesting to come across this today, as just last night I was thinking along similar lines in regards to my own relationship with Hermes. I had just received some pretty powerful omens that, while directly related to Hermes’ sacred symbols, were clearly in answer to a question about my spirits…

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Regarding Personal Myth Cycles, or: when your understanding of what is, is out there.

Originally posted on Strip Me Back To The Bone:

So, by now, I can only imagine that readers of my blog know where I fall on the whole treating ‘the Lore’ as scripture topic. For those who have missed it: my understanding (and more importantly for this writing) of ‘the Lore’ – everything from the myths that have made it down to our times to the historical information we have regarding how a god or spirit was worshiped and what their cultus looked like – is that ‘the Lore’ is nothing but historical UPG with the weight of tradition behind it. Yes, even the big things like the Eleusinian Mysteries that attracted oh so many people in the ancient world. (I suppose this would become something like PCPG rather than UPG at this point, but you get my meaning, I hope.) I use “unverified’ in an empirical sense, in this understanding – at no point, in what survives, did…

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“I, Hermes, stand here at the crossroads by the wind beaten orchard, near the hoary grey coast; and I keep a resting place for weary men.
And the cool stainless spring gushes out.”

Hermes has commanded requested stories of me. I feel a little goofy about it and the anxious part of me worries that it won’t be taken seriously. In the blog circles that I travel writing UPG based stories about ones Gods is pretty common place. I don’t want to seem a copy cat. Perhaps it’s just time for new tales to be told and all the Gods are reaching out to have Their say.

What concerns me the most are the stories that have NOTHING to do with any known Lore. A good portion of them pertain to His travels, which will involve me crossing over into other Faiths. I fear offending folks. I hope that I can write a good enough story that it can be enjoyed as just a story to those who don’t see Him as I do.