Hearing Voices and a couple of songs on the vibe...

 So, whilst few people find their way to this corner of the ethernet, this is still a big post for me. I am a wombyn who Hears Voices that many others don't. I won't say no others, because I don't know what your experiences are, or want to speak for them. That said in my experiences, I can hear (and I'm not talking about 'thoughts') whole conversations that haven't happened and are alike 'auditory hallucinations' (which could however, be energetically accurate), I also hear spirits, entities, and what I believe are echoes from the land. A fair bit, they ain't real happy. Along with more peacefull guidance from my Spirit Kin or 'Guides' which is highly intuitive n sensitised...just is, nothing fancy.

You can begin to imagine how challenging this can make navigating basic daily existence, or tasks, at times, like shopping, catching a bus, conversing, groups blah blah. It can also make reading / interpreting relationships and interactions a gas. I'd like to say that I'm not writing this for sympathy, but I reckon it's a fair call to get shamozzled with this at times. Now that's out of the way, I'll talk directly to those who share such ways, or those that love them...

Find your personal toolbox is the bit of advice I'd share, its critical to thrival over survival, for most humung beans generally, and no exception here. The medical model of what I experience is not fulfilling for me, so I shan't be going there, as I'm working my ass off to redefine in my own terms. A long and drawn out process it seems. I feel this is key to invoking our empowerment and strengths   based living...although a formal diagnosis does lead to access for some kinds of support, I acknowledge and am gratefull for this paradoxical aspect. The Hearing Voices movement, a grass roots wave of healing n mending is my inspo. Well worth a google.

My current main tool when not engaging with Nature (Mother of all tools) is music. Simple but potent. It can block where needed, or express rather than suppress as well. I use noise cancelling headphones, and Spotify tells me I listen to 87% more music than most subscribers, curious eh? Not really. I move to music often, partial to a kitchen boogie or daggy dancing, tainted with tai chi moves. Finding that this can also be grounding. 

I guess I wanted to write this because there's still so much stigma and basically bs out there about voice hearing. Every person who shares, lightens this loading. I'm not a danger to anyone, I do get the shits like everyone and yell n scream because of it sometimes, I'm heart kind and pretty loving, and contribute to community where and how possible, I hope. I have been detained under scheduling laws 'duty of care', and it's a highly disempowering and unpleasant thing. So avoid it with gained insights, at all costs, is my recommendation. It can, and does, take years to undo such throwing about of DSMV type wordology and potent medicating cocktails.

As you can see from other posts here, creativity is my cornerstone, herbology n gardening follow. These threads have been an identity to turn to beyond labels, which I believe belong only on jars. There's so much I could share, stories, laughs, tears, distress, but really I just wanted to name it on this Scorpio full moon eclipse, with acceptance. I am still here, after over 30 years of this and defining what I hear my way. Creating an alchemy of crafting n arting through it all...few belly laughs along the path...

Here's a few songs to hear n ponder, they may evoke some of the vibes which can be felt....

 

 

 

 

 

Intentional Crafting and its Magix....

Our makings begin with our intentions. To try out new skills, different colours, materials, patterns, and this is all great. A gathering of practices and techniques. However, we can add a layer to our workings by consciously choosing to enhance the sacred in them. With prayers, blessings, timings of making to lunar cycles, choices of materials for their totemic symbolism, the use of natural objects and materials. Correspondances one can go into as deeply, or into tangents with, as drawn to. Wise folk and healers down the ages have indeed done so.....

For me blessings n good vibes is my motto in this. Sometimes it’s partially what I do alongside crafting that centers the energy whilst doing it, eg) when braiding threads, I invoke the elements of water, fire, earth, air and spirit, as well as prayers for calling in whatever feels apt. Especially if I know the receiver and their needs or focus. 

Many folks choose a craft for it’s meditation and calming aspect. Repeated stitches, rhythmic almost trance like processes. Like a string o mala beads held, stitching can be an opportunity to focus the mind, and perhaps voice. Words spoken aloud whilst sewing can carry their messages loud and clear to great spirit, or your personal understanding of the forces that flow through all.

An act as simple as lighting a candle as you prepare your work / play space, can shift the energy. The placement of your tools on a special table or area. Smudging, lighting incense or burning essential oils. Drinking a type of herbal tea you’ve selected for it’s properties, medicinal or magical. These practices alone open a vast portal, it’s up to you how far you travel with it….

The traditional tale of ‘The Twelve Wild Swans’ is a beautiful example of intentional making. In this story Rose, a girl child, wished for by her Mother, at the expense of her 12 brothers being turned into Swans. She discovers she must weave them each a shirt of Nettles, in silence, to break this curse. Neither allowing speaking, laughing or crying, despite what may, and of course does, happen. Serious focus required folks, but even she has unfinished objects (or UFO’s) and one brothers arm thus remains a wing…

 I have another tale of intentional making, and indeed it’s potency at times. It’s not pretty, but alas true. When we were teenagers, my brother Dylan, had an off road motorbike he rode. One day he asked me to decorate it, requesting my usual motifs of the time. I obliged, flaming skulls up the sides, demon on the front, and the words ‘Death bike’ emblazoned upon its front. No more than 2 days later my brother was in a serious accident on said bike, and my Dad and I had to pick it up from the scene, as he was hospitalised. We was in a state of shock. That was my aha moment on the power of symbols. I changed the ones I used. 

I do realize in some cultural traditions seemingly fearsome figures are used to protect a space or person, and I’m all for Baba Yaga type wisdom, but best we call in such beings with awareness and consciousness, in my humble opinion. If you’re working with your personal shadow stuff, naming it or depicting it can support processing, but again it's about intention, and how we give our attention ripples out. Crafting can be an opportunity for an  alchemy o transformation for some of these challenges. If I’d ALSO included symbology of rebirth, and the cyclical nature of things on that bike, who knows how different it's vibe?

 Let’s compare the motorbike tale, to another....

At a time when I was hearing things other folks were not, and it was generally pretty nasty and abusive. A friend of mine, Elsie, sewed for me a small Unicorn. Made from soft flannel with a rainbow tail, she is soothing to hold in ones hand. I popped her on my bedside table, and shortly thereafter had a potent dream where I was gifted a mantra of protection, much needed at the time. The mantra went “In the name of my Spirit kin and healed ancestors, I call upon a cloak of invisibility to wrap itself around me, so that I may be unseen EXCEPT by those who hold my highest good at heart.” (just incase you feel the need to give said mantra a go 😉) When I awoke and recited the mantra, for the first time in months, you could have heard a pin drop. I walked around the block in a sheer state of amazement, listening to the everyday sounds of ordinary reality. Birdsong, conversations, passing traffic. It didn’t last forever, but did give me a taste which ignited my thirst to experience the type of silence many take for granted.

 

 

A 'plant echo' example, is my 'Blissoire'. Your what? The tradition of a witch having a book of her tangents and workings is an ancient one, often called a 'Book of Shadows' or 'Grimoire'. When I was speaking to my dear medicine sister Vicki of this, that I was going to begin crafting one from scratch. She spoke up, suggesting 'Blissoire' was mayhap a fine reframe for rather gloomy wordage, and I agreed! So I gathered the finest watercolour paper I could afford at the time, stitched and bound the book. Covering it in ecodyed linen, which to my heart represents my connection to nature so present in my earth witchery. The leaves came from the farm where my Mum spends most of her time, with her partners in crime. Thus it also evokes my matrilineal line. Binding the book is a band of wool plant echo to which is stitched a Seal bone I was gifted as part of this clasp. Its medicine is that of the tale 'Sealskin Soulskin'. The Selkie, or Seal woman who having had it stolen, reconnects with her skin and can thus return to her Source of the ocean. Seals being innately magical travellers betwixt land and sea realms. These links and associations are crucial to my intentional craftings, and I hold them dear... 

I believe in creativity and it's potency as a magical tool. If you do aswell, mayhaps you'd like to experiment with these ways, or already are! Injoy!