How this Witch Magister celebrated a Late Lammas and Full Moon with a Hillbilly Wise Man Playing Guitar and a New Wise Friend who brought her Bloodstone Skull and Herkimer Diamonds and Blue Kyanite whilst the Witch and the HIllbilly Drank Absinthe sitting along the River on 11 August 2014

I continue the long title above. The Coven of the Catta planned on Lady EWH and Lady AIB to come down for ritual at the new Covenstead here in der Schwartz Haus outside at the new an-iconic altar back in the swamp at the base of the mountain. But d/t the former having to stay home taking care of her mum just out of hospital and the latter not able to drive this far, it was cancelled.

So, i planned on just doing the ritual myself with everyone else doing the same in their own temples inside or outside.

But, i got a call from a new wise friend who is battle recurrent cancer valiantly and with the fierceness of a tigress and the “let it flow” style of a Taoist.

So, i drove up to the wise hillbillies business porch along the river where he was burning wood and we just stared into the fire as humans have done for a couple million years. Then the wise lady arrived bearing gifts of a small blue green cracked ceramic bowl decorated with the symbol of the triple goddess with cats prancing around it, a BOS of her daughters, and a hand made leaf blank book from Indonesia. My gifts in return were a pennyweight digital scale she did not have, a black scarf decorated with skulls, and its too late at night and i am too tired to remember and list the rest. Just objects traded shamaness to shaman and visa versa.

We moved to the porch and the wise man got out his guitar to play and i made of words to a song honouring the moon as she slowly rose over the mountain to the east. She showed lots of pics on her smart phone and some of which i answered in great detail but as the absinthe flowed and we all got more tired, all having had a loooonnnggg day i later just said “just go to the BSSS blog and do a search for such and such subject. She bore show and tells of a Large bloodstone skull and other things precious to her. I bore show and tells of all my crystal, AmerIndian, glass and Malachite skulls.We were both blown away.

Wise hillbilly construction worker by day and on the side a “horse trader”, as i too have become, got used to and then addicted to the Absinthe since he was out of Captain Black Rum. Some “smoke” passed from “i use it for the symptoms from the chemo” lady to “i use it for my dystonia” man since i am in barbiturate withdraw, getting better day by day, abandoning allopathic medicine and going back to massage, prayers and blessings from my witches and even my xian sister, the “nike” attitude, and that special smoke medicine, which all work much better……

Lubricated and relaxed we saw the moon rising thru the trees, and it looked at one moment like a skull. A Huge Great Horned Owl flow by. We talked about Sasquatch. We joked and laughed from out work play, because wise man and witch man are exact opposites and wise woman made the perfect triangle of oh so different but oh so much the same human beings, because, just because…..

Earlier using the back of my Jeep as an Altar i did a Major healing ritual on wise woman, using Witchcraft, Vodoun, Hoodoo and Tibetan Shamanic methods, and more. Blessed objects were used to keep the demon cancer away and now once i do the dishes i will cleanse all in salt and in water and put them out in the moonlight.

We parted company an hour ago and went out separate ways. I smoked a Cuban Cigar i found in my late Dad’s stuff yesterday. I got home safe, not drunk, smoke used up, no cops, not one car seem on this late Sunday night into Monday am.

I am only writing maybe 10 percent of our exchange of our own very different Wisdoms. It was a good day buying selling trading and i have money now and lots of weird stuff. So, late Lammas and Full Moon done on a porch along the river and the altar the back of a Jeep with a wise man friend of 3 months and a wise woman known only twice now. Neither of them are witches but may be someday….

Witches make due. There is no time or space. Life is strange. Go with the flow. Temet Nosce and Honi Soit Qui Mal y Pence. Blessed Lammas and Full Moon to the followers of this Coven of the Catta blog!

Photos Copyright GLHoke 2014, Tublr images courtesy Lady PLZ,