Last night, I went into the glade, and then into Corunor. I found myself near the cottage again—I’m curious about it apparently, or it’s drawing/luring me. I flew off to the Crow sisters, and they were glad to see me, and everything seemed a bit more clear, more twilight than dark. The woods there remind me of Colorado, but I haven’t seen non-[my state] scrub up close. My glade is large, sandy loose soil, with a plinth in the center, surrounded by woods and Elethis rising behind me. Corunor has similar woods, I think, but the Crows dwell in a circle of darker earth and grass, and there are hills and mountains. The sky at night can be glorious.
They daubed ink or herbs on my eyelids, intended to promote the shadowed gaze, and it seemed to help me see there. They began body painting me, as well. I felt aware and fey as this went on. It was one of my most lucid journeys to Corunor.
Otherwise, I—had my defixio I did for the dental emergency work and came out one-tenth the price—and less than that my out-of-pocket—to get the filling. My jaw and gums are going to be sore from all the prodding, but—
De Grandis in Be a Goddess! offers an early med’n and guided visualization in which one imagines becoming the Goddess, in whatever form strikes us, and I found it a very arousing and arresting and compelling exercise. deG strikes me as coming at [“]Wicca[”] from a, now, conventional standpoint I’ve not really explored. I find the Goddess and God dynamic a bit constraining—I’m fine with pantheons milling about, and my sense is that while deG acknowledges a host of deities, she seems to collapse them all together.
However, I like her exposition on the “Celtic altar”—having an image of the aspect of the Goddess we feel apt, and of the God. I’ve had something like this already with the figures on the altar, but I’m thinking I should move on to Morrigan and Angus rather than _______ and ___-__. deG accepts just photocopies, but I kind of want them framed. She also points to those things we store away that we save for some reason but which have power for us in some way—keepsakes and connections to the world and others. Thorn also advises cleaning up once in a while, to force us to refresh ourselves and our relationships to ourselves and our realities.
But deG’s goddess med’n she concludes with a grounding—slapping ourselves into normalcy. But I really don’t like that—it’s—I don’t want to come back.
K tells me that not grounding is a perfectly valid choice, but it aligns me not along normalcy and humanness but along magical, fey, forces that humanity only feels comfortable or confident about facing in controlled, limited circumstances and contexts—there’s the potential issue of obsession, the most commonly cited reason, but I’m wary of obsession but I already align myself with the Otherworlds. Hell, I think Hine offered some—maybe DM Kraig—spiel about avoiding seeing “astral reality” at inopportune times, like while driving.
Egg Lady does come to mind. I’d blame mere madness if not for the aura she threw out and the wake she left and her sensing ____, __________, and me.
The simpler aligning from EW is honestly easier and more in line with what I should do regularly. Draw down from above once. Aura breathe once. Stick once. Breathe for body. Then cycle/repeat again. My little, extended weird ting—chakra work from above, then God Soul down thrice, then expanding aura, then Sticky Tai Chi, then breathing—well, I should do my chakra work separately.
My pentagram work is shoddy these days. I want to do the Green, but Sun is more immediate, and it feels more pertinent than Octarine most days. My projection seems to be improving, but my dreaming is haphazard. My grimoire-ing, and “book of shadows-ing” is fantastic.
The aura helps you sense oddity at short range.
 Yes, I know that deG is not “Wicca” and is far more Feri-derived now.