Netjeru in the Natural World.

Originally posted on Mystical Bewilderment:

I think one of the things that I always felt completely confused about having religion was how the hell it was supposed to mesh with my mundane life. I know people who are all, “praise be,” and down with God like 75% of the time. And that is really aspiring (sometimes) and I often wondered, when I first got started, how I could be like that even with my own religious persuasion.

But I had to admit, even way back then, that the process on how to get down and dirty, feeling as if my gods were a part of every aspect of my life and not just shoved into a particular niche, well that shit is fucking hard. And as I am often complaining about, no one thought that writing a manual on how to modernize a dead religion that you are attempting to recreate would be a good…

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Tea Cards

Originally posted on A Forest Door:

Announcing something new in my Goblinesquerie Etsy shop: magnets and pins made from vintage tea cards with illustrations of trees, leaves, mammals, reptiles and birds! You may be familiar with the Brooke Bond collectible cards that used to come in packets of tea, featuring lovely nature illustrations. I’ve turned some into magnets, and mounted others on felt with a pin back. I have 8 designs of each type at the moment, but also a large selection of other cards that can be made into either option, on request.

Check out the current offerings – my favorite is probably the thylacine (which may not have been extinct yet at the time the card was made), though the flying lemur is awesome, and the mongoose too.

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Tea Card Magnets
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Tea Card Pins

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Three eagles (most likely Bald Eagles)
Chickadee’s
Black squirrel
Crows (in flights of three)

Unidentified hawk
Chickadee’s
Heard Norther Flicker calls
Northwestern Crow
A robin
Song Sparrow

Luna’s Hare

Originally posted on Two Twitch A Tale:

Luna's Hare_NEW_0001“Sometimes, when you’re deep in the countryside, you meet three girls, walking along the hill tracks in the dusk, spinning. They each have a spindle, and on to these they are spinning their wool, milk-white, like the moonlight. In fact, it is the moonlight, the moon itself, which is why they don’t carry a distaff. They’re not Fates, or anything terrible; they don’t affect the lives of men; all they have to do is to see that the world gets its hours of darkness, and they do this by spinning the moon down out of the sky. Night after night, you can see the moon getting less and less, the ball of light waning, while it grown on the spindles of the maidens. Then, at length, the moon is gone, and the world has darkness, and rest…..

…on the darkest night, the maidens take their spindles down to the sea…

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Let’s call the Isla Vista killings what they were: misogynist extremism

Originally posted on Loki's Bruid:

“We have been told for a long time that the best way to deal with this sort of harassment and violence is to laugh it off. Women and girls and queer people have been told that online misogynists pose no real threat, even when they’re sharing intimate guides to how to destroy a woman’s self-esteem and force her into sexual submission. Well, now we have seen what the new ideology of misogyny looks like at its most extreme. We have seen incontrovertible evidence of real people being shot and killed in the name of that ideology, by a young man barely out of childhood himself who had been seduced into a disturbing cult of woman-hatred. Elliot Rodger was a victim – but not for the reasons he believed.

Misogyny is nothing new, but there is a specific and frightening trend taking place, and if we’re not going to accept it…

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