Knitting fails.


Sometimes I just think maybe I should give up on a pattern.  Or a project.  I’ve knit

this pattern  several times and it’s turned out really well each time.  Until now.  I currently have one, nearly finished, on my needles.  It’s the third time I had to start this particular sweater – first I dropped some stitches.  Then my husband pulled it off the needles when he laid down on the couch and didn’t realize it was there (it was under a blanket so the cat wouldn’t attack it).   Now I’m going to have to rip it back to the underarms.

Somehow I missed the ribbing for the neck.  Which has to be done as an integral part of the sweater, you really can’t pick up and knit it after the fact.

This is throwing a SERIOUS wrench into my holiday knitting schedule.

 

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Well. Apparently I struck a nerve.


I am not giving clicks to the writer.  However this person is of Jewish ancestry, no surprise there.  Big proponent of universalism, calls all folkish heathens racist, typical TAC stuff.

The blog comment I wrote no doubt will not be approved so here it is:

You advocate for the very things that destroyed our ancestors’ way of life a thousand years ago. And you are on the wrong side of history. I know this is a response to my post which has been deleted while I break it into two parts with references for those who are curious. You conveniently forget to mention the Islam which I also brought up. Funny how Muslims and Jews always end up working together when it fits their interests even though supposedly they hate each other, meanwhile Christian and Western culture is OK to be destroyed in the interests of multiculturalism [by both]. Tribalism is apparently only OK for those Jews and Muslims, and for Natives all over the world, not for the descendants of the tribes of Europe. Go on, keep preaching your universalism and multiculturalism. Keep ranting. It only makes the insanity of it to those who suffer because of it more visible.

I would also point out that this person advocates for the very things that are currently destroying OUR way of life.

I was adopted by my step father when I was 4.  I had already forgotten anything other than him by the time this happened, he had been in my life for that long.  His family is German, period.  I’ve traced their heritage and that’s all they are.  I learned German (a little) because his parents spoke German in the home.  He loved me dearly as did they, but I knew that I was different, that there was something just off. When I got older and I found out that I had been adopted by him, it all made sense.  It wasn’t me and it wasn’t them, it just was.   The bonds are different.  Of course, if my mother hadn’t been bat shit crazy it might have helped as well.  Looking back at it now I’m sure they were wondering if I would turn out like my mother or if there was any hope for my dad to have an influence.  BTW the older I’ve gotten the more I appreciate my dad and how he tried, what his influence actually was.  🙂

I know of people who have worshipped Gods far outside their ancestral lands, and the Gods have obviously answered them and helped them.  But then, when the purpose has been accomplished, those Gods took their leave, or the person took their leave, and moved on.  They share an affection, but no more.  It’s a fostering, not an adoption.

Anyone CANNOT become a heathen.  You can worship the Gods of the North all you like but if they’re not the Gods of your ancestry they’re probably not going to answer.  And that’s my stance on that.

Anti-semitism


I lost a reader due to a post I made yesterday.  I took it down because after I read her comment I could see why she might think I was antisemitic.  And that was not the main thrust of my post at all.  It got quite wandering and long however due to needing to address the “JQ” during the course of it.

So I’m going to have to break it down into two parts:  1.  the history of Jewish involvement in the Weimar Republic, in the Bolshevik Revolution and subsequent Communism and Marxism, psychiatry, and popular culture.  and 2.  why that’s relevant to whether or not someone with a drop of Jewish blood can be a heathen.

If someone had accused me of being an anti-semite less than a year ago I would have laughed at them, because it would have been a first in my life.  People who made statements that I considered anti-semite I mentally classed as whackadoos and hysterical pearl clutching drama queens who just wanted an easy scapegoat for their own failures.

Then I began reading articles from researchers who had done extensive research, watching YouTube videos from JEWISH people who questioned the legitimacy of the Holocaust narrative, and fell down the rabbit hole.  Some of what these people have written and filmed is easily verifiable if you take the time.  Some is not and must be taken with a grain of salt.

I think the average Jew gets a bad rap.  There are a lot of average working class Jews who get discriminated against in small and large ways every day simply because they’re Jewish.  This is, however, because of the history of Jewish involvement in the above historical issues, among other things.

The comment made on the now deleted blog post said that the person was unfollowing my blog because her father is Jewish.  Well, if that’s the most important thing in your life, then you are too.  If being Jewish matters more than – or as much as – being English, or Scottish, or German, or American, then that’s a problem because one can’t be a citizen with two loyalties.  Believe me being Jewish and “what’s good for the Jews” is not always what’s good for the rest of the nation or its citizens.  And it goes right back to the thrust of the original post which was basically about tribalism.

So that’s where I’m going to leave this for now.

Anxiety. A PSA.


Look. We all have anxiety, or the great majority of us do. Our society is a 24 hour society now, if you’re salaried your boss likely expects you to complete work however it must be done. If that means taking it home and working until midnight, then that’s what we are expected to do. If it means we are on call, that’s what we do. If it means we don’t take vacation because we might get overlooked for a promotion – or worse, laid off – if we do, then we work endlessly.

Some of us don’t call out even when we should, even when we’re potentially infecting others that can’t protect themselves from our illness. We can’t afford to.

We look around at our homes, which are not as clean as some of us would like, but we’re too tired in the time we have at home to do anything about it. We look at our neglected yards, and realize the same. If we even have a yard to worry about. Some of us are working 2 and 3 part time jobs and barely breaking even – because we can’t find a full time job.

We’re exhausted. We don’t exercise enough, or sometimes at all, because our jobs wear us out and we don’t get enough sleep, because we don’t exercise. It’s an endless feedback loop. Some of us awaken at night with anxiety about what the future might bring, even though we’re exhausted. We spend all too many hours on the computer – as a hiding place to avoid these issues – which causes disruptions in melantonin production and interferes with sleep. We stay up too late and we get up too early, always fatigued and wishing for just one more hour of sleep. We say yes to people when we should be saying no, because we worry about the future monetary situation if we don’t.

I’ve given all the reasons we have anxiety, but it doesn’t do any good to name the problem unless I offer solutions. So here are a few.

Turn the computer or your phone OFF. OFF. Like, totally. Set a time after which you will turn it off, unless you are on call, and realize that the world will go on without you for a time. If you give in and turn it back on, use the time it’s booting to think about whether you really want to get sucked into that morass again. If the answer is no, or you’re not sure, then don’t do it. There will always be tomorrow to get involved in that three ring circus again. Respect yourself enough now to turn it off.

Go for a walk if you can – if your neighborhood is too dangerous, then don’t do it there. Getting fresh air and being around trees and other plants is anxiety reducing. Go to a park if it’s safe, find some place you can safely enjoy a little nature. Even if that’s by walking in the landscaped area of an industrial park.

Dig a hole if you can. Then fill it back in. Or plant something, even better. Seeds are cheap and sometimes people will give them away. There are seed exchange websites and some libraries for seeds. Use your time on the computer to look for a few. Touching dirt actually causes markedly reduced stress and an increase in happiness because the natural soil bacteria and fungi secrete substances that are calming to the brain in that way. We absorb them through our skin, we breathe them in when we turn over the soil, and we help ourselves work through anxiety in this way. The physical exertion of digging a hole will use up all that excess energy that anxiety generates, giving it a physical outlet and dissipating it.

Time, there’s never enough time, right? Well there’s always time for the things we MAKE time for. Volunteer somewhere. Maybe a shelter, a nursing home, the food bank, the library, a hospital, even a church if you are so inclined, or an alternative spiritual center if you are not. Many places have a need for volunteer staff that goes chronically unfulfilled. Giving your time, even an hour a month, away to someone who needs it more than you do is anxiety reducing. Why? Because selflessness reduces anxiety. Giving of ourselves makes us happier. Human interaction – real human interaction, not FB interaction – reduces stress and increases happiness.

Read a book. No, it’s not like a kindle and it’s a little bulkier and harder to carry around, but the mind engages with an actual book in entirely different ways than it does when you are reading off a computer screen. This has been documented in studies. The physicality of an actual book can ground you and help reduce anxiety. You can rub the spine, you turn pages, the scent of the paper and the ink sometimes can be smelled. These are all physical cues that reduce anxiety. If it’s a good novel, you can be carried away to the land in the story and this prevents anxiety from even developing. When you return to the land of reality, you have a vicarious experience that you can retreat to in times of stress and use as an anchor point.

These are only a few things. Not everyone will be able to do them all, most people will be able to do one or two. Even people who are living on welfare and food stamps will be able to do at least some of these. Try one. You might find that not only have you reduced anxiety, you’ve increased happiness and created a better life for yourself.

Smudging – Alpine Style


Fascinating.

The Weekly Druid

Raeucher-Pfanndl My Räucher-Pfanndl with a selfmade and a bought smudge stick

Smudging is, by now, a ritual that is widely practiced in the Pagan community. What I mostly observe when invited to pagan group ceremonies, though, is the use of Prairie Sage bundled into smudge sticks, a way of smudging as we see some Native Americans doing it.

Sage smudge sticks are a great tool in many ways (easy to carry around with you, easy to light, to hold in your hand etc. etc.) and considering which plant is being used and what it is associated with, it makes so much sense. But as always in my spiritual practice, I ask myself: is there something my ancestors did, or folks still do, that is more connected to me and my own homeland?

So, what I would like to do today is explore a different smudging practice. Please see that as my personal…

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Bad research


You’re going to quote Salon as a serious source? Because that’s not a research article, that’s an opinion piece. And the “research” they link to is a link to Artist International, which is not a research foundation. Another opinion piece.  Shoddy research, shoddy methods, shoddy results – why am I not surprised?  And I’m absolutely certain who ever writes the blog at “Facing the fires within”  has absolutely no understanding of research methods – let alone the fact that simply phrasing a question in one way versus another changes the outcome of the study, sometimes fairly dramatically.

 

http://www.salon.com/2017/09/03/this-is-your-developing-brain-on-white-supremacy/#.Way4AsUE9u8.facebook As I have noted previously, the techniques are similar to the ones ISIS uses for the same reasons.

via An article on brain development and white supremacy — facingthefireswithin

Just so we’re all clear.


Once again: I’m not a white nationalist. Not a white supremacist. Not an alt-righter. More of a classical liberal, actually.

That being said, I am just in horrified shock at what took place this weekend.

Snyder vs Phelps 9-0 decision. HATE SPEECH IS PROTECTED.

Whether you believe those who were speaking at the Unite the Right rally were speaking hate speech, or you believe something else, they HAD AND HAVE THE RIGHT TO BE HEARD.

I will defend to the DEATH the right of a KKK member, or a National Socialist, or a Communist, to speak publicly and at length, on their views.

Free speech is free for all, or for no one.

What utter hysterical BS.


This, from someone who’s not even American if I understand his location correctly.  I am NOT alt right.  I am NOT white nationalist.  I DO support their right to peaceably assemble, to lawfully protest (which they did do, and the city ILLEGALLY REVOKED THEIR PERMIT AND SHUT THEM DOWN DURING THE RALLY).  I will defend their right with my life if necessary.  FREE SPEECH IS FOR EVERYONE OR FOR NO ONE.

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White Nationalists marched on Charlottesville Virginia. For those who are even now preparing to defend White Nationalists as not being Nazis, and calling on all those who call them fascists as alarmists, I offer you the following photos of the marchers. Armed and proud to quote Adolf Hitler, the White Nationalist Nazis, raised on our […]

via Nazis free to kill on our streets — mainer74

Going on a trip


I’ve been feeling a lack in my spiritual life lately, even though I’ve been reasonably dedicated about offerings to the wights, ancestors, and Gods.  It began to distress me; it’s not as though I expect to hear the Gods all the time, and it’s normal for them to be closer when their help is needed more, but this quiet seemed….ominous.  I decided I needed to take a journey to ask what, if anything, I was doing/not doing to cause this.  Was it a block in me, or was it my actions?
I asked Mr. TF if he would watch over me while I did this.  I used to journey on a regular basis from the time I was a teen or younger; I had absolutely no concept that it could be dangerous and thus it never occurred to me to have anyone stand “guard”  to make sure I was OK.  Since finding out a couple of years ago this actually was potentially dangerous, and having a serious medical issue that required a trip to the ER after 8 hours of dealing with it though, I thought it might be wise.
Well *that* was interesting. We started off by smudging and giving an offering to the Gods I thought would be best to help with a journey: Odhinn, Frigg, and Freyja. Then we pulled 3 runes – Jeff pulled one, I pulled one, and the cat pulled one. (don’t ask, it worked). Hagalaz, Dagaz, and Ansuz.
I wasn’t sure where to go to start so I set off down to Helheim, but I ended up in a sort of a crypt to the side of the Lady’s hall. I was met by a creature that was quite frightening, mummified with spider webs all over, shuffling, with skeletal hands and glowing blue eyes. I was pretty scared, but then I offered it a thick slice of home made bread. Where I got it I have no idea, but there it was. It took it and transformed into an absolutely beautiful and regal blonde young woman with ruby red lips and blue eyes, pink cheeks, and medieval type costume.
She never spoke. She sort of frog marched me past a door into the Lady’s hall where there was a party going on – loud music, hundreds of people, very raucous. We went down a side hall and up some stairs, the hall and the stairs kept shifting from wood to stone and back again. It was very well lit with torches in sconces on the wall and at the landings in the stair well.
I don’t know how or where we surfaced, but the next thing I remember there was a well behind me and I was alone. I remember thinking “of course, that makes sense, the way to Holda’s is through a well.” It was a plain with dead yellow grass stretching as far as the eye could see, and Yggdrasil ahead, enormous and the top of it was both visible and not visible as it penetrated other worlds. Men on horseback rode up, they had shields and spears and were *not* very friendly. I’m not sure what happened to them, but the next thing I knew I was on the back of one of the deer that munch on the bark of the Tree. I remember asking it for a ride, I think. It took me to the Norns. I remember clearly the bristles of the hair on the sides of the deer, the bony spine at the shoulders, and the muscles moving and my body heaving around as it leapt and stepped. Different and similar to horseback. Maybe a musky smell?
Then the dryer timer buzzer went off and I came out of it rather suddenly.
This morning, a woman’s voice spoke to me in a dream in a very foreign accent, telling me to “Gifut more.”
So I already knew I need to step it up with being better to my body – walking, running, stair climber, whatever.  But now I had another piece.
I have an obligation to a God that I’ve been avoiding, mostly because it terrifies me to contemplate what meeting that obligation could mean.  It will most definitely mean personal and spiritual pain.  Growth too, if I can get through it.
I have work to do.