That could be! Maybe there just needs to be more normalizing of things looking and smelling weird and that being absolutely okay, desirable even. 😊

It's so hard for me to hang on and keep reading when I come across things that strain the credibility of the author, but you have a great point! There still might be some valuable insights.

Oh, I really like this. I’m fond of the idea that consciousness is a fundamental property of the universe, and us being spun into existence through magic would be a wonderful product of that.

It’s like a vast mycelium, a pervasive fabric of interwoven, living threads that occasionally produces fruiting bodies above the surface of our awareness.

Work with, yes. Dedicated to a particular deity or working with one exclusively, no. Some more than others, and it changes over time. I tend to approach deity as I would other spirits, but the respect due someone that has inspired the devotion of countless others over the span of millennia.

I once rented a house that had a huge stand of motherwort in the front yard. It was such a magical place, and your post reminded me of it--thank you! ❤️

:For many of us who are Pagan, animist, or simply allergic to traditional, institutional religion, ‘spirit’ isn’t abstract. It’s the breath, the land, the weather, the ancestors, the gods (many, one, or none), and the living web of relationship." - Cosette
#WitchSky #Druid #PaganSky

I just picked that one up too, but haven't started reading it yet. It's such a beautifully bound book! The edges, end papers, cover, dust jacket... so yummy.

Mary Magdalene was a necromancer. Whenever someone gets raised from the dead, she's around. She anoints with herbs and oils before and after death, and is the first one to see the risen person.

Not a *great* theory (and a very lightly-held one at that), but as far as I know a unique one. 😉

That's a really good point. I would give myself extra care if I was going through something emotionally difficult in my waking life, it stands to reason that I should for my dreaming self as well. She is me, after all, and the sense of loss is the same.