It’s that time again folks, my monthly offering of readings, done as a devotional to my Gods.
Due to chronic health issues and other bits and bobs that take up my spoons I have had to restrict this to three individuals. This is a first come, first served kind of deal.
I answer questions as a Mouthpiece, using meditation and trance states to distill Their voices onto paper/screen and into the material realm.
Please send your question to answersfromthemists at gmail dot com. One follow up question related to the original question and/or reading is allotted.
Tuesday this week I was out walking dogs near my home and found three Amanita muscaria v. formosa, two had been trampled but one was just starting to bloom. I admired it in the morning and took a closer look in the afternoon. As I bent to take a photo I just barely touched it with my finger to see if I could get a look at the gills underneath, the head popped right off. I felt terrible, not meaning to pick it until it had bloomed/opened. I thought about it and hoped it wasn’t entirely my fault, these are sturdy mushrooms, my gentle touch was not enough on it’s own to damage it. So I nabbed the cap and stem, having a talk with it on my way home. I am terribly interested in actually trying this mushroom for spiritual purposes but with a small child I don’t want to lay my life in my very inexperienced hands. The mushroom, who I will use “they” pronouns for, was curious as to why I was so very excited to find it. I did my best to explain the whole oak tree connection, and the Mother of Rot/Mushrooms thing, and the spiritual journey with mushrooms but for the toddler bit. They seemed quite pleased by my attention so made an offer. Take them home, dry and place in a jar on my altar and they would offer as much assistance as they could without actually being ingested. I offered to gather one of each of the Amanita’s that I come across in my travels and place them all in the jar together, the whole family together. They seemed very pleased by this idea and agreed. So into the oven they went.
Last Wednesday, the 21st, while working I came across two immature Amanita muscaria var. muscaria. I was lucky enough this Wednesday to go by the same spot and they were still there! I picked the one that had opened completely, leaving the unopened one to w/Whoever wanted it. This one had a quieter disposition, wasn’t as chatty as the yellow Amanita had been. I explained the situation, they were pleased to be gathered. They are both now in a jar on my altar with a few of the oak leaves they were found in. They are quite pleased. So am I really. I already love putting things in jars on my altar and around my home. Now I need to read up on the others I need to find. My other favourite name for these mushrooms is now berserkur, that’s the Icelandic common name for them.
All three spots have been filled.
Issueing my monthly call for oracle requests.
How it works:
- The first three people to message me at answersfromthemists at gmail dot com will be chosen. This is first come first serve.
- As this is a free reading offered in reverence of Apollo and Hecate, a single question and one follow up question is permitted. If you want an in depth reading please message the same email address for pricing.
- Any and all are welcome to submit a question, regardless of their personal religious/spiritual leanings.
- I reserve the right to refuse service.
That being said I look forward to hearing from you!
Sending out my “monthly” oracle call after a few months off. Things will be slightly different, more on my end then yours.
My session will now be with Hekate and Apollon. Previously it was Hekate with a sprinkle of Hermes. Also I will be taking three petitioners only.
First come, first serve basis.
Send your questions to answersfromthemists at gmail dot com.
My Gods ask that I offer oracular service each month when I feel healthy enough. This is your oracle call for April. Please send a single question to answersfromthemists at gmail dot com.
Hermes presided over the rustic art of divination by pebbles, practised in the highlands of shepherds and cattle-herders.
He was said to have learnt the art from certain Nymphai known as Thriai, given to him by Apollon in a trade for the music of the pipe.
Homeric Hymn 4 to Hermes 550 ff (trans. Evelyn-White) (Greek epic C7th to 4th B.C.) :
“[Apollon to Hermes:] ‘As for sooth-saying, noble, heaven-born child, of which you ask, it is not lawful for you to learn it, nor for any other of the deathless gods . . . But I will tell you another thing, all-glorious (erikydes) Son of Maia and Zeus who holds the aegis, luck-bringing genius of the gods (daimon eriounes theon). There are certain holy ones, sisters born – three virgins gifted with wings: their heads are besprinkled with white meal, and they dwell under a ridge of Parnassos. These are teachers of divination apart from me [i.e. of divination by pebbles], the art which I practised while yet a boy following herds, though my father paid no heed to it. From their home they fly now here, now there, feeding on honey-comb and bringing all things to pass. And when they are inspired through eating yellow honey, they are willing to speak truth; but if they be deprived of the gods’ sweet food, then they speak falsely, as they swarm in and out together. These, then, I give you; enquire of them strictly and delight your heart: and if you should teach any mortal so to do, often will he hear your response – if he have good fortune. Take these, Son of Maia [and preside over this primitive form of divination].’”