Just some of those things.

[kiya]

Spent a while earlier banging my head against an idea for Iron Pentacle work, and managed to get a first draft done which means it's no longer eating my brain and now I can do stuff with it. Which is all to the good.

Negotiated with ritual group folks about procedures for tomorrow a bit, and eventually wandered off to make cookies. I get to cook tomorrow in a proper kitchen. Yay.

I'm easily entertained, though.

Question: Why are you making chocolate cookies?

Answer: For Samhain ritual.

Q: Why are you making cookies for Samhain?

A: Offerings for Wesir (Osiris).

Q: Wha?

A: Well, it's not like my ritual group has a set liturgy or anything. We all have the forces that we're honoring, and I'm honoring Wesir this year. He's got a major festival in a couple of weeks, and with the Celts around we've got the liminal space and the dealing with the Duat thing down. . .

Q: So you're making cookies.

A: Well, as He's a grain god, stuff crafted with flour is an appropriate offering for Wesir, really. Bread is more traditional, but I decided to make cookies.

Q: Why cookies?

A: That's Jack Chick's fault.

Q: Wha?!

A: A long rant in one of his pamphlets about communion wafers being the sacred cookies of Osiris spawned some very strange conversations among people I know. Nothin' says lovin' like Osiris in the oven.

Q: You're weird, sir.

A: Thank you.

Q: Chocolate? Does that have an explanation?

A: Well, black is for the life-giving earth, the colour of death and regeneration. It's the colour that mummies turn when properly prepared, indicating that one's done the rituals property to prepare the dead for resurrection and all that good stuff. Good dirt. Rebirth. All that good stuff in His domain. Chocolate makes the cookies black, or at least brown. And then I put green sugar on them.

Q: Green . . . sugar.

A: Yup. Well, green is near-identical in meaning to black, with the connotation of new plantlife. The Mysteries of Wesir, which I'm giving a nod to in this in preparation for celebrating them properly on my own time, involve planting seeds in a sarcophagus and . . . .

Q: *runs away screaming*

A: Don't want any cookies?

Life is good.

To-do: note down roast procedure so as not to have to worry about it. Make a pile of drums to bring to ritual. Put notebook, iron blade in bag so as not to have to think about them. Make sure wallet is in bag. Probably other stuff too.

Comments

[ardaniel]

All good pagan theology injokes come from Chick, and to him they shall return, etc. *points at userpic*

(I am mighty lit and ritual here was "YO HERNE THREE POUNDS OF TRI-TIP NOT GETTIN' ANY RARER C'MON ALREADY.")

[kiya]

Did you have deer, though? ;)

Meat good. Will be hunting meat tomorrow for preparing post-ritual foodification. Meat! And cookies.

[ardaniel]

I did, in fact! With breakfast this morning. Chad busted out the last pack of venison sausage from his family and we rocked the Bambi patties.

[arianadawnhawk.livejournal.com]

Foodification! That's just great.

You and the cookies are still funny. (This is Garnet from the Cauldron, by the way.)

[kiya]

We aims to please. ;)

Hi Garnet!

[wednesday]

One of these years, I must carve the Satan pumpkin from Boo!.