I decided to work with Anubis in His Wild form- as Trickster, ecstatic Magician, Jackal with teeth and claws and a maniacal grin.
There are many new and exciting things emerging in my path, practices which are becoming solidified, rituals, which although fluid in form, are becoming part of The Craft of the Three Ways. These practices and experiences are difficult to write into words, as the world of Gods and Dance is not a place of coherent sentences, dictionary definitions and linear thinking. It is rather, a place where past, present and future are indistinguishable from each other; where truth and fiction become part of the Mystery; where feeling, emotion and devotion take over from script and formality.
This path is also so personal and experiential, that it would be nearly impossible for me to convey it to others in a way that would have any meaning to them personally.
I step into the smoke-filled room, and feel the heat from the candle flame and strip down to my naked flesh. I lay upon the blood-red blanket in child’s pose, and allow Marilyn Manson’s straining voice to rip through me, becoming more than just entertainment but the notes and tones that bring me face to face with Anpu’s mad grin of bloody, bone-crushing teeth.
I have at so many points in my spiritual path, been on one end of the Traditional vs Eclectic spectrum. If it were easy for me to be one or the other I would remain in those boxes for the rest of my days, but it is not quite so simple. I’ve begun to weave UPG with historical facts, I’ve thrown things away and stripped my practices bare, I’ve added to my practices from other paths and from my own intuition and what I have is an intense spiritual painting, with pentimenti and globs of randomness.
I don’t pretend to be anything other than what I am, a Witch devoted to Anubis, Hekate and my familiar Spirits. I work magic, spells, ritual, divination. I converse with the spirit realms, crying, dancing, laughing, celebrating and feeling in my very core that I belong at the Edges. This is a dance, a painting, a poem of devotion, love and ecstasy; it is unfinished, and in a continual state of creation and destruction.
I am staring into the abyss of Anubis’ Maw, and I know that I will continue to dance this dance of terror and pleasure, this dance of beauty and decay, fragments and threads, as a Witch and Devotee, as Weaver and Magician, until and perhaps even after this physical form is rotted into the earth or blown upon the wind.