Luciferian Witchcraft

In an effort to continue compiling resources about topics I am passionate about, I'll be moving on from "Lovecraft for Kids" and taking up the next phase, Luciferian Witchcraft.

I was first introduced to Lucifer the Archangel in my early 20's, via Murder Mysteries, by Neil Gaiman in which Lucifer is portrayed not as the leader of any sort of rebellion, but rather the first angel to cry:


He was not presented as defiant or a betrayer, but merely as someone who questioned authority.

Later in life I received more information on Lucifer via Roger Williamson, artist and retired propretor of Magus Boos and Herbs located in Dinkytown, MN.  Roger wrote The Sun at Night, a semi-autobiographical novel about life lessons and High Magick.  

Up until that point in my life I had more of a Gnostic Pagan than anything, but there was a wake up call somewhere, and I flowered into a Luciferian Witch.

So many religions today are all about depriving the flesh in order to attain a more elevated spirit.  To me, Luciferianism seems to operate from the opposite end of the spectrum.  There is the idea that we incarnate, we come into these physical, earthly forms, for a reason.  We come here to experience what it is to be a part of physical reality.  Ergo, we really ought to learn how to enjoy these bodies while we're here.

Then we also have the question authority / question reality thing.  

Lastly, Lucifer is the Light Bringer.  In my vision of him, he never fell.  To me he's very much still an Archangel.  In fact, in my own personal interpretations of the mythologies regarding him, Lucifer is actually playing a very important role in helping the followers of God to not follow blindly.  

Lucifer Educates.  Lucifer Illuminates.  Lucifer is sometimes compared to Prometheus, gifting fire to man and being exiled from Mount Olympus.  

By granting man the knowledge of good and evil, Lucifer has paved a path for man to take responsibility for his own bullshit.  Enlightenment, Salvation and Ascension become a sole responsibility that is not dependent on any religious institution or deity to lord over it.   

For me it's a very solitary journey.  Others millage may vary.

That said, look for posts with the Luciferian Witchcraft label, and thanks for reading with me so far.

Military Bronies React To Wonderbolt Academy

Blame the Beloved One for this.

Here I am, diligtly researching my next resources project, when he plays this on the big TV... and suddenly my post goes straight to hell.

Anyway...

This little gem comes to us from FOB Equestria, a band of Military Bronies out to end the stigma that MLP is just for girls.



I've also taken the liberty of finding the most epic t-shirt ever, and posting that here as well.


This post just got 20% Cooler



Featured Site: Littlest Lovecraft

Geek Parenting
 - Genre = Horror
 - Sub-genre = Lovecraft for Kids

FIND!  Littlest Lovecraft

Site features:  The Call of the Cthulhu, and not yet available The Dunwich Horror.  There are also links to a shop for T-Shirts and OMG Coloring Pages!!



Best of Mlp: Fim (crossovers)

Code Monkey AMV

ToyVault - Cthulhu Collection

Geek Parenting:
 - Genre = Horror
 - Sub-genre = Lovecraft for Kids

FIND! ToyVault - Cthulhu Collection

A sweet site with plushies and stuff!




Where's My Shoggoth?

Geek Parenting:
 - Genre = Horror
 - Sub-genre = Lovecraft for Kids

FIND!  Where's My Shoggoth?

A young boy wants to take his pet shoggoth for a walk—but oh, no! The shoggoth has escaped! Fearing for the safety of the poor thing, the boy sets out to find it, accompanied only by a small black cat. On the way, they explore the rambling mansion and its grounds and encounter a number of creatures and demigods. Unfortunately, none are the shoggoth! Where, oh where, could his poor shoggoth be?

Available @ Amazon
Check out the Website


Cliffourd the Big Red God (Mini Mythos)

Geek Parenting:
 - Genre = Horror
 - Sub-genre = Lovecraft for Kids

FIND!  Cliffourd the Big Red God (Mini Mythos)

Little Wilbur Whateley has a god.
It's a big red god.
Other folks have gods, too ...
but Wilbur has the biggest, reddest god in Dunwich.<.i>

Renowned Cthulhu Mythos aficionado Kenneth Hite retells H P Lovecraft's classic "The Dunwich Horror" in this story of childhood terror, with adorable* illustrations by Andy Hopp.

Cliffourd the Big Red God features 32 pages of full-color illustration, and is sure to be a hit with the newest generation of Lovecraft fans and their parents. The third in the Mini Mythos series (after Where the Deep Ones Are and The Antarctic Express). 

* May not be adorable to all earthly species.

Available @ Amazon


Antarctic Express (Mini Mythos)

Geek Parenting:
 - Genre = Horror
 - Sub-genre = Lovecraft for Kids

FIND!  Antarctic Express (Mini Mythos)

The Antarctic Express From outside came the sounds of whirring propellers and rumbling engines. I looked through my window and saw an airplane standing perfectly still in front of my house. Renowned Mythos aficionado Ken Hite retells H P Lovecraft's "At the Mountains of Madness" in this parody of classic children's literature. Late one evening after the city has gone to sleep, young Danforth boards the mysterious airplane that waits for him: the Antarctic Express bound for the South Pole. When he arrives, Professor Dyer offers the boy the chance to learn any thing he desires. The boy modestly asks to probe the depths of the eldritch city of the Old Ones. The request is granted. On the way his memory is lost while fleeing from the piping shrieks of the shoggoths. On Christmas Eve, the boy finds his memory of that whistling cry returns. For you see, all who visit the Old Ones' city forever hear the sound of the shoggoths. The Antarctic Express features 32 pages of full-color illustration, and is sure to be a hit with the newest generation of Lovecraft fans and their parents. Also look for Where the Deep Ones Are in the Mini Mythos series.
Available @ Amazon



My First Cthulhu - Plush

Geek Parenting:
 - Genre = Horror
 - Sub-genre = Lovecraft for Kids

FIND!

CTHULHU just loves children and their innocent souls, and since his appearance can be off-putting
to new worshipers, we've made the soft & huggable MY FIRST CTHULHU showing the Embodiment of Malevolence when he was just a star-spawn!
MY FIRST CTHULHU is made from soft,
baby-friendly fabrics and is safety-checked
Great for older worshippers too!
Available at ToyVault


Where the Deep Ones Are (Mini Mythos)

Geek Parenting:
  - Genre = Horror
  - Sub-genre = Lovecraft for kids

FIND!  Where the Deep One's Are (Mini Mythos)


"The Deep Ones croaked their terrible croaks and smacked their terrible lips and rolled their terrible eyes and waved their terrible flippers" Renowned Mythos aficionado Ken Hite retells H P Lovecraft's "The Shadow Over Innsmouth" in this parody of classic children's literature. After greedily yelling for more fish, young Bobby is sent to his bedroom without any supper at all. But Bobby escapes when the Manuxet River runs right through his room, carrying an old boat that takes him to a magical town full of fish and slimier things ... the town of Innsmouth. Will Bobby join the wild rumpus under the sea, and be crowned the most Deep One of all? Where the Deep Ones Are features 32 pages of full-color illustration by Andy Hopp, and is sure to be a hit with the newest generation of Lovecraft fans and their parents. The first in the Mini Mythos series.
Available @ Amazon
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Baby's First Mythos

Geek Parenting:
  - Genre = Horror
  - Sub-genre = Lovecraft for kids

FIND!  Babys First Mythos
Available @ Amazon


Tales from Lovecraft Middle School

As a geeky parent I feel it's my duty to expose the Little One to a variety of genre's.  From Anime to Sci-Fi to Spec-Fi to Fantasy, and finally, to Horror.  I will be posting links of my explorations in this regard as well as publishing guide pages for other geeky parents to follow.

First up -
 - Genre = Horror
 - Sub genre = Lovecraft for Kids.

FIND!  Tales from Lovecraft Middle School
Website:  http://www.lovecraftmiddleschool.com/

Listed @ Amazon.com

Reblogged: This Is What It’s Like To Watch “Harry Potter And The Prisoner Of Azkaban” For The First Time - by Daniel Dalton

The Beloved One and I are watching TV while I diligently work on suckering my social media tentacles onto, well... everything!  Overheard (because I'm not really paying attention) "That was the worst live funeral I ever live tweeted," which made me LOL because, social media (bitches).  I went on the Google's to see if I could find out what that was from (my Google-Fu was not strong enough to find it, but) and found THIS instead.

I read the whole thing and LOL'd my ass off:

Read the whole thing HERE.


Social Media! (bitches)

I'm currently adding the array of my social media links to my Blogger.  I looked, and blogger didn't really have a widget that did this on it's own (to the extent of my liking).  However, my background in web design gives me some unique skills in creating a work-around to make my own.

Challenge.  I no longer own domain space to simply upload a cache of image files to the web.
Challenge.  I don't want to upload an album of social media icons that I didn't create into one of my online galleries (i.e. pinterest or flickr)

Solution:  (because I'm just this fucking good)

  1. Get a free web page somewhere.
  2. Create a space of social media links.
  3. Open each little social media icon image in a new tab.
  4. Copy the URL.
  5. Custom edit a text/html widget on Blogger.



On Unicorns, (fuzzy) Blankies, and the magic of occasionally being Agness in real life:

When I was about my daughters age, I got a fluffy blue unicorn blankie as a gift.  I went out of my ever loven mind.

I THOUGHT the fluffy blue unicorn blankie had been lost during the homeless crisis.  But, the Beloved One magically pulled it out of the bottom of a box one day.  And I went out of my ever loven mind... well actually I didn't... but I was really happy to see it because now that is the family heirloom I can bequeath my daughter with.

Cause you see... my blankie has already kinda been replaced.

~~~

Around the time of my Birthday the Beloved One, the Little One and I were shopping and I saw a giant, fluffy (oh.my.god.it's.so.fluffy), royal blue blankie.  It came home with  me.

About a month ago, the Beloved One and I were shopping and I said "Ooo, what's that?"  Spying a large, grey, fluffy object from halfway across the room.  It turned out to be a giant rhino.  A big, fluffy, pillow pet, giant rhino.  Oh, here's a puppy.  Hey look, I found a bear.

Hey what's that pink one?

OH MY GOD IT'S A GIANT UNICORN!!!

I went out of my ever loven, mother frakken mind.  I HAD TO HAVE IT.

~~~

Now, I watch TV curled up in a love seat nest, leaning on my giant fluffy unicorn pillow, and curled up in my oh so fluffy blue blankie of doom.

The Beloved One has taken to sleeping on the couch because our bed isn't big enough for him, me and the unicorn.

I hug my unicorn, Charlie, daily.


Gross...



Sex on The Beach

The guy who brainstormed this is now doing Masterchef Canada.

I want to vomit now.

Phew!

So, after a considerable amount of time spent at the ER today.  I was given a teeny, tiny, little, itty, bitty, half tab of a vitamin K pill and sent on my way with instructions to drink lots of water and get my INR checked tomorrow.


Since I have a habit of not dying, I'm not going to worry.

Many many many moons ago I was hospitalized with a pulmonary embolism.

I was hospitalized for a week.

Many many moons ago I was hospitalized with a saddle embolus.

Now the second one should have killed me, it was HUGE.  However, I responded so well to the treatment that I was bagged, tagged and released back into the wild in less than three days.

It was, however, decided, after the second hospitalization that I would be on blood thinners for the rest of my life.  This requires weekly blood tests to determine my INR.

In the last couple of months or so my INR has been all over the place.  Too low (under 2.0) and I could be gifted with a lovely new blood clot and all that entails.  Too high (over 3.0) and I'm in danger of bleeding out.  Granted, I've been really shitty about taking my meds at the correct time, forgetting whether or not I've taken them, over-compensating for the possibility that I might not have taken them by taking more.  Uh, yeah... anyway.

Lately I've been really really good though.  On time, every day, correct dose and everything.

And yet...

Friday my INR was 8.5.

I was told not to worry unless I saw signs of bleeding.

Well, now I've noticed signs of bleeding.

The Beloved One is monitoring me.  We're flushing my system with water and doing what we need to do.  I am NOT worried.  Like I said, I have a habit of not dying no matter how bad the medical prognosis is.  I've survived way worse than this.  Trust me.


Epic *facepalm*, is epic.

Back when the Beloved One and I got our new place there was some excitement about catching up on missed shows.  There was one new show in particular that caught my interest in it's trailers, but I hadn't had the means to check it out.  Sadly, all available 'catch up on what you missed' options were missing the first two episodes.

In a fit of stupidity I decided to try torrents.  Our old roommate torrented the hell out of shit all the fucking time without a problem, why couldn't I?

Erm... yeah...

Months of pop ups, slow browsers, and other weirdness later we decided it was time to dig out my old external hard drive, back up my important files, and scrub my whole computer clean.

And, of course - I was told - VERY EXPLICITLY - to NEVER DOWNLOAD ANYTHING EVER AGAIN.

Erm... yeah...

Did I mention the fact that I'm occasionally stupid?

~~~

I've been learning to get by with honest to goodness free, online - and other TRUSTED stuff.  I found image editors online vs. using Adobe products.  I have been using Google Docs or OpenOffice vs. Microsoft Office.  And so on and so forth.

Hah - then I decided I needed a juxtaposed image to make a point, but my online image editors didn't seem to be able to work in layers.

Queue: quick internet search for free image editors
Queue: download and install
Queue: clicking the 'accept' button without reading what I was accepting
Queue: noticing I was clicking the 'accept' button without reading what I was accepting
Queue: ABSOLUTE AND COMPLETE PURE FUCKING PANIC

Oh... Oh... what have I done?

Queue: UnInstall
Queue: Delete

Queue: More PANIC

~~~

Natutally - my internet starts slowing down - my browsers stop working - panic panic panic.

So I Avast, I scrub, I scour,

Chrome won't load Facebook
Chrome won't load Netflix
Netflix tells me my Silverlight is corrupted.
Chrome won't download Silverlight without erroring out.

Clearly I have to kill Chrome right?  Right?

Delete - UnInstall - (back up bookmarks first, of course)

~try to find Chrome again~

Firefox times out.
Opera times out.
I.E. times out.

Um... um... umm... more panic.

FINALLY - One of them downloads Chrome.

Queue: sign into Chrome

Chrome will not load Facebook
Chrome won't even download a damn theme!

~~~

Queue: Giving up completely and waiting for the Beloved One to wake up and fix it.
Queue: Trying to catch up on DVR shows and ignore the fact that I'm not being distracted enough because I don't have something in my lap.
Queue: Getting so bored I try again without waiting for the Beloved One to wake up.

QUEUE:  CHROME SUDDENLY WORKING JUST MOTHER FUCKING FINE FOR NO APPARENT REASON!

Queue: *facepalm blog post*


You, WHO?

So, it's been a bit of an identity crisis lately.

It started when I began to re-insert myself into the world of social media and online "life sharing"  When I was choosing a Twitter username I realized I no longer felt connected to SarahAnneSmith40.  Truthfully I always kinda hated it because of the '40', but when I was originally creating my Sarah Anne Smith online identity I had to get creative with the gmail address because it was kinda taken.

Anywho,  (you see what I did there?)

The '40' was a promise that I made to myself.  I swore that I would do something significant before I turned 41, and that basically didn't happen.  Having the '40' there was a bit of a constant reminder of my failure.

The name Sarah Anne Smith was born out if a desire to sever myself completely from my blood family.  The individual components of the name: Sarah, Anne and Smith were based on the alternates of my multiple personality disorder.

Now THERE is an interesting tidbit. That whole multiple personality thing.  I'm not exactly sure just when my personalty transitioned from merely fractured to full on broken, but the voices in my head had become something more than just that.  The really cool part is that they are me from five years in the future of my own time line.  My perfect selves, realized.

Sarah is a survivalist, a warrior.  Think Sarah Connor.
Anne is a sensual healer, a sex mage, a carnalmancer.
Smith is a web designer.  Her real name, in my head, is Code Monkey.

Okay, but here's the thing.

I can't hear the voices anymore.  I haven't for a long time.  And I don't think that means I'm healed or cured.  Quite the opposite in fact.  Truth is, I'm more broken than ever.

I don't identify as a survivalist anymore.  In fact, I just purged my Facebook friends list of anyone connected to military, law enforcement, tactical gear, firearms training or private citizen gun ownership.  I went from over 300 friends to 82.  I remember when I had big dreams of starting an empowerment course for domestic abuse survivors that placed 90% of it's empowerment emphasis on fire arms training.  Yeah... that's all gone now.

I guess I could still be a healer if I weren't so broken.  Not to mention the fact that the Beloved One keeps me so satisfied in the love, sex and relationships departments that I don't really have any desire to be polyamorous anymore.

And lastly, I don't identify as a web designer or a digital artist anymore.  Truthfully, the back end standards are evolving so fast that I can't keep up, and maintaining the software necessary to achieve optimal output gets really damn impossible when on a very limited and fixed income.

I digress...

When picking my Twitter name I suddenly came up with the idea of Companion Anne.  I've been Doctor Who'ing a lot lately and @CompanionAnne just had a nice ring to it.

Here's why it makes sense:

  1. Hearing the voices of my future selves makes me a sort of time traveler.
  2. The Beloved One is a sort of time traveler as well.  (but I'm not going into details on that)
  3. His nickname has been 'Doc' since the very dawn of time. 
  4. In addition to the implications of the word 'Companion' in the Whoverse, the Whedonverse Companion is very much a sensual healer.
Ergo; "Companion" + "Anne" just works.  

Not only that, there's the reality that the combined, Sarah Anne Smith is also a multi-faceted reference to the Whoverse.  From the way that the Doctor uses the name John Smith when he wishes to go incognito and blend in, to the Companion so beloved by the fans of the Whoverse that she got her own spin off series... twice.

So you see the 'Companion' thing really isn't all that new.  It's always been there in the shadows and just recently found an excuse to make itself known.  

Rose Tyler, another Compaion, said it best:  

"I am the Bad Wolf. I create myself. I take the words... ...I scatter them, in time and space. A message, to lead myself here."

On Vulcan mind melds, the Beloved One and the T.A.R.D.I.S.

I've recently come into my identity/job title as a 'Companion'.  (more on that later)

The Beloved One, the Little One and I all have individual profiles on our Netflix account.  We all have very different tastes in entertainment.  But the Beloved One and I also have a shared profile for things that we both enjoy and would watch together.  He named it, simply, "The Couch".

Now, his nickname since the dawn of time has always been 'Doc'.

I am recently a 'companion'.

Our Netflix is one of our ways of exploring the universe and seeing new things.  So, today I renamed our shared account "The T.A.R.D.I.S."  I didn't tell him.  I was saving it as a surprise.  I knew he'd think it was cute the next time he logged into Netflix.

And yet, earlier today, probably only about an hour after I had done this, the Beloved One decided to name our blu-ray player.

I shit you not, without talking to me or having seen what I had done on Netflix,, he named it The Tardis.  "Because it's bigger on the inide."

LOL

When two extremely nerdy people are so in love that they occasionally share a brain, the world becomes an amazing place to be alive.


How to turn your cute, fluffy puppy into a vicious, snarling Langolier...

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