Was going to get in early enough to see
elfwreck's intro Discordianism panel and throw peppermints at her (as she was planning on throwing jellybeans); completely botched my sleep the night before, slept in.
Ran into
fyrekat on the way in, hugged, failed to see her again the rest of the day. :}
Ducked through dealer's room and got bath salts from the friendly random. Also birthday present for Peter.
At panel, put together prayer beads, Ifa principles. It's a Yemaya/Olokun band, which was, from the introduction given by the fellow leading the group, exactly what I need right now. Wound up smelling most mightily of coffee.
Back to dealer's room, grabbed book.
The Bast ritual that
fyrekat talks about was scheduled opposite
lysana and
blackfyr's Festival of Age. I spent some time moomphling about that before going to see the Celts and having a very . . . interesting experience. (Among other things, I finally have a handle on that corner of my heritage and where my Irish ancestors are kicking around in my practices, which has been bothering me for years now.)
Went to Discordian ritual. Brought gourd. The fellow who was apparently traumatised to be the only naked person last year was not so traumatised that he didn't come back.
Was going to go to the drum circle, but managed not to make it at all; I ducked in once or twice but couldn't penetrate the energies. Wound up, for a while, hanging out with friendly random's mother, an amiable herbalist who has forgotten his LJ name (*wave* if he's found me), a fellow who had to keep sitting down on the floor so he hurt himself less when he fell over (who was completely shattered by bunny, puppy and thou shalt breathe only air), a rather perplexing and somewhat hyperactive young woman, and a tall, looming goth-type wearing black cat ears and carrying Odin-bunny, a one-eyed stuffed rabbit and god of wisdom, chocolate, and fertility. (His portfolio later picked up spicy chicken, for reasons mostly seeming to do with the preferences of the aforementioned priest.)
(Best response to proselytising of the Odin-bunny: "I just came out of the seidh, and you're offering me this?" Second best response to conversation attempt. "Cool. *flops down in chair at the table* I'm in.")
It was a little surreal.
Eventually the group broke up and I went downstairs and read Tooth and Claw and listened to music until said amiable herbalist wandered by; we chatted for a bit until
brooksmoses called to say he was there.
I was going to show up on Monday mostly to say hi to people and stuff, but was way too tired to manage it (botched sleep check again). I seem to have picked up a vicious cold, so I snerfle now.
Ran into
Ducked through dealer's room and got bath salts from the friendly random. Also birthday present for Peter.
At panel, put together prayer beads, Ifa principles. It's a Yemaya/Olokun band, which was, from the introduction given by the fellow leading the group, exactly what I need right now. Wound up smelling most mightily of coffee.
Back to dealer's room, grabbed book.
The Bast ritual that
Went to Discordian ritual. Brought gourd. The fellow who was apparently traumatised to be the only naked person last year was not so traumatised that he didn't come back.
Was going to go to the drum circle, but managed not to make it at all; I ducked in once or twice but couldn't penetrate the energies. Wound up, for a while, hanging out with friendly random's mother, an amiable herbalist who has forgotten his LJ name (*wave* if he's found me), a fellow who had to keep sitting down on the floor so he hurt himself less when he fell over (who was completely shattered by bunny, puppy and thou shalt breathe only air), a rather perplexing and somewhat hyperactive young woman, and a tall, looming goth-type wearing black cat ears and carrying Odin-bunny, a one-eyed stuffed rabbit and god of wisdom, chocolate, and fertility. (His portfolio later picked up spicy chicken, for reasons mostly seeming to do with the preferences of the aforementioned priest.)
(Best response to proselytising of the Odin-bunny: "I just came out of the seidh, and you're offering me this?" Second best response to conversation attempt. "Cool. *flops down in chair at the table* I'm in.")
It was a little surreal.
Eventually the group broke up and I went downstairs and read Tooth and Claw and listened to music until said amiable herbalist wandered by; we chatted for a bit until
I was going to show up on Monday mostly to say hi to people and stuff, but was way too tired to manage it (botched sleep check again). I seem to have picked up a vicious cold, so I snerfle now.
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Someone else was on Emergen-C packets and lots of sleep/ decongestants and doing mildly OK. Heard about a third case, and nothing about how she's coping.
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Ah well.
I should go get another box. I just ran through this one.
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This would be, btw, two WIBSCAs with a connection to Yemaya. Weird how this stuff goes, isn't it?
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A fellow I've known for years said that he wasn't surprised; he thought I had a lot of Yemaya energy. I'm wondering if that's the Het-Hert translating for him, as from the very little I know they seem resonant. (Aside from the whole water thing, y'know, but Egypt, oceans, known issue. ;) )
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As for the acronym, you don't remember what you came up with when the 3 of us were in Per Ankh? "Wolves in..."
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The Bast ritual that
If I ever get the chance to go to PantheaCon, I'll keep my fingers crossed that the Bast ritual is still around. And I wasn't aware you had some Irish in you! When I was first exploring the Wild World of Paganism, I figured, hey, I'm half-Irish -- why don't I try talking to Brighid? Evidently Brighid had a different idea, opting to resolutely ignore me instead. So much for picking my own pantheon, heh. I'm glad you had the opportunity to work out how your ancestors fit in your practices; sounds like quite an experience!
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I'm a quarter Boston Irish -- my grandfather's surname was Harrington, and if you trace him back, his family originated in County Cork. (So I'm half-Yankee, quarter-Boston Irish, quarter-Polish.) The spirits -- netjeri-type, not akhu-type -- that hung out with my Slavic ancestors have been poking at me intermittently to learn how to give them proper attention; that seemed right and proper, and I've been working on that. From the Irish side, though, I had no clue. I'm now getting at the thing from a really weird angle through going through several loops, but that's me, on the left-turn path. :}
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