[Pagan] Primal stuff

Church...got weird last night

Not the ritual itself. It was a powerful guided meditation and Grandmother was with us and in us. A good evening..

But the cards. I always do tarot readings, being too old and creaky to get on the primal pad and throw my church folk around.

Gabriel hasn't had a reading in a long time. But they spoke up last night. They told him Megan was good for him but someone, who wasn't Finn, was going to be a problem. 7 of swords. deceit, deception, cleverness.

The whole room had a literal "Lord is it I?" moment. And I'm over here, rubbing off the paint marks on my face.... Very Godspell moment. Esp when the cards--my own deck the traitors--pointed square at me and I launched into "Entry of the Gladiators."

We had already had an interesting talk about where I fit in to Primali paganism.
The problem, Faith is not a gift I am blessed with. To quote Terry Prachett: Witches don't believe in gods. They know them too well for that. It would be like believing in the postman.

Gabriel said everything is an act of faith, including that the table will stay solid and the chair will hold me. I agreed on a philosophical level but mentioned that most people live on a material level.
Gabriel excused himself to the bathroom, and the seat of the chair spontaneously cracked under me.

Sometimes the gods have to hit me upside the head.

In the end, the role for me is administrative. I'm not suited to spiritual leadership, having no spirit of my own. But I can organize.



And maybe I shouldn't check into group chat with "Operative Iscariot reporting" anymore.

June was quite a month

It was a difficult month and I was sick through much of it. I caught a cold I had trouble shaking, the endless storms have played havoc with my arthritis, and I have a boil in a place that bends with every other step. Ouch.

Mudd had his dental surgery. Eating has been a challenge, without any back molars. I have an omelet maker, and it was a good $4 spent. We're getting tired of eggs and pasta.
We've almost got enough for Gabriel's surgery and we should have the last $120 by the 22nd when he goes for surgery.

I'm under an audit from unemployment and can't get paid until it's finished. I've sent out a lot of job apps. So far no leads have panned out. Still working at Michaels.

I got to be a casualty role player and spend a couple days with a "compoundly fractured" leg so the national guard could practice field medicine.

Both my girls announced their engagement. Bun is getting married in June of 2020 in Detroit. Oli is getting handfasted at Festival of Souls in November of this year, and formally married in Oct 2020.

Oli's boy, Evan has a new job. He went to the Queer Youth Job Fair and is working for Macy's.

Dad, however, and I quote "Gave Jen and me more ammunition for placing him in a home." He is a heart patient. When he showed up at the cardiologist's office, they reminded him his appointment was in July, not June. He also went for a low shot while playing pickleballs, fell and hurt his back. He's seeing the orthopedist this week, since he's not feeling better.

And I made my drag debut this month.
I performed at open stage, and did a paid gig for a friend.
I really enjoy it.

not sure if I'm hitting open stage this week or not.

A Proper way to celebrate Pride month: drag

My drag debut