Saturday, October 31, 2009


Friend of mine just sent me this poem:

(to be said at the front door of your home this eve)

Grandmother Wisdom, open the door,
Grandfather counsel, come you in.
Let there be welcome to the ancient lore,
Let there be welcome to the Winter of the Year.
In cold and darkness you are traveling,
Under crystal skies you will arrive.
May the blessed time of Samhain
Clarify the soul of all beings,
Bringing joy and wisdom to revelation.
From the depths to the heights,
From the heights to the depths,
In the cave of every soul.

~ Caitlyn Matthews

Tuesday, October 27, 2009


Let me see how well this works!

Sunday, October 25, 2009


I just discovered that "The Craft" is on View Instantly on Netflix. If I'm a good girl and finish my seminary school application essay questions tonight...I know how I'm spending the rest of my evening......

Friday, October 23, 2009

Seminary Application Essay Question #2

If your academic interest primarily has been in disciplines other than religious studies, how do you expect to integrate your graduate study in theology with this other interest?

I got my degree in Theatre. So, I definitely understand the vow of poverty. I think that pretty much covers it.

Wednesday, October 21, 2009

Essay Question from Application

State a major theological dilemma that you wish to analyze during your studies at the Seminary. Explain in detail the importance of this intellectual problem for you.

-The Self in the Community.
-The complex nature of Intention.
-Getting Pagans anywhere on time.

Monday, October 19, 2009

Coming back to earth...

Hello loves,

Got back into town from the UK Tarot Conference yesterday. A truly wonderful time. Catching back up on all the work that can only pile up for having left town for four days--so will be more interesting later!!!

Tuesday, October 13, 2009

Gearing up to take flight

me: I slept through my alarm this morning.
Woke seven minutes after I'm supposed to leave.
Got to work only ten minutes late.

JG: you are a witch, you can bend time

Oh, if only that were true.

I have a friend who swears he can bend time. He says if he's late for work, he focuses on going back in time while he's zipping down the freeway. Sometimes, he says, he's able to get to work a full three minutes before he left the house.

I believe all things are possible. But I don't think it's possible for that friend.

Anyway, I was late this morning as I was out too late last night. I went to see Hope Sandoval in concert. Her voice is still clear and lovely as the xylophone she plays. But her band is lame. She got angry when the mics didn't amplify her enough, and left the stage for half an hour. It was fun to watch the nihilism melt from her crowd. I got home late, read cards for a friend who is going through a rough enough time to wait up until 1:00 to hear from me. I just wish all readings would end with, "No worries! It's all going to be fine!" But, they don't.

Jorge is meeting me here at noon so we can go make color prints of our cards to take to England for the UK Tarot Conference. It's starting to feel like we're actually going to have a deck that people are actually going to consult for answers on their love lives and careers. That excites me as much as it scares me. We're still searching for a publisher, but talking to the friend last night who accompanied me to the concert--we may look a little closer at self-publishing. The market right now, is just very, very lame.

Friday, October 9, 2009

Word has it I've pissed people off.

Really? Something I wrote in here pissed you off?

If you don't like what I have to say....DONT. READ. IT.

I don't recall flooding your inboxes with "Please read my blog! Please hear my thoughts!" I don't recall because I HAVEN'T DONE IT.

Get a life. Get a new job. Find your path. Whatever. It's a blog. A blog that maybe only three other people read besides you. You have a problem with this blog? READ A DIFFERENT ONE.

End of story, you jackass.

Thursday, October 8, 2009


a performance/ costume party/ fundraising event
Cost of admission: $10 without costume, $7 with
hosted by Rev. Jen (as mighty Isis!)
and featuring:
music by Flaming Fire
and Larkin Grimm
an Aztec "Sacrifice" by the very sexy Duchess Wendi
burlesque by N of Hypergender Burlesque
performance by Master Lee
Modern Dance piece by Choreographer Rob Davidson
and DJ Charles Gaskins from
tarot readings by Lilith Dorsey
nymph go-go dancers
a "Hot God" contest
probably lots of impromptu nudity

Start Time: Thursday, October 29, 2009 at 9:00pm
End Time: Friday, October 30, 2009 at 4:00am
Location: Mehanata Bulgarian Bar
Street: 113 Ludlow Street

Looking for proof that the Lower East Side hasn't become a dull-as-shit strip-mall full of sports bars and conservatively dressed people making chitchat about the economy and their day jobs? Well, then get gussied up as yer fave God or Goddess and come to Pan-Theon: an ultra-freaky performance party event hosted by Rev. Jen with enough debauchery to make the Great God, Pan proud. Live music by Flaming Fire and Larkin Grimm, Bast-inspired burlesque by Agent N, an Aztec sacrifice (funny till someone gets hurt!) and dance music by dj Charles Gaskins! Why? Because the Gods love it when we dance, sing, drink and bone!

All brought to a city on the verge of losing its mojo by a group of concerned NYC Pagans who want to put the fun back in Paganism! Best of all, it's a fundraiser to bring globally recognized authorities on Witchcraft and Paganism, Janet Farrar and Gavin Bone, from Ireland to NYC to teach. (Recent books include The Pagan Path, The Healing Craft, The Complete Dictionary of European God and Goddesses, and Progressive Witchcraft.)

Thank Goddess Downtown is still weird!

Wednesday, October 7, 2009

Funny IM with a Scorpio.

(Backstory: Had to go to Chinese consulate to get a visa for my boss. Then, made arrangements to get pain meds to the Ex to whom Pan refuses to give a break. Then, received an email about another negative dream someone has had about me--and had to text my adviser about how to combat further astral crap. Then, IM'd with a Group member who is deeply concerned about running into an ex--if the banishing she did was not effective. Then...CRR the Scorpio got online.)

CRR: just poking my head out to say hi!
I need to take off in a few minutes.

GirlCalledWoo: Hey! Swamped today?

CRR: yeah

GirlCalledWoo: Okay, babe. :)

CRR: how's your morning going?

GirlCalledWoo: A little crazy.
Chinese consulate.
Drama in the Coven ranks.
Work is nutty.

CRR: Great. You got the Chinese involved.
You remember the last time the Chinese got involved with your shenanigans.

GirlCalledWoo: All I remember is the morphine drip.

CRR: I had to have my lower intestine rebored because of that gay bengal tiger.
So next time, please, avoid Red China in your adventures.

CRR: anywho, I'm off.
check in a bit later.
Sent at 12:29 PM on Wednesday

(It was funny at the time.)

Sunday, October 4, 2009


Someone asked me this morning about doing a banishing spell and "if that would be right," thinking as how we're supposed to "Harm None."

Don't even get me started on the fact that it's impossible to truly harm none. At this moment, anyway, I'm not going to go into it.

Now, as for this banishing business.

There is NOTHING wrong with doing a banishing spell. You are banishing someone from your life, not from the planet. Imagine spell work as being akin to something you'd do in physical life. There is no harm in asking someone to leave your life if they are harming you. It wouldn't be good to kill the person or physically harm them, unless self-protection called for it. Therefore, doing a banishing, "Leave my life" is on the same karmic level as asking a toxic person to leave your house.

My last banishing was for my former Priest and lover. I'd pretty much got all of his shit out of my house, save one ring he gave me. I stuck it on the base of a white candle--after carving his name into it and dipping it in banishing oil. If you can find sage oil, that's a good one to use. If you don't have sage oil or something you can use for banishing, dip the candle stick (not the wick, of course) in salt water; preferable sea salt if you have it. Get rid of anything and everything the person has given you. If you simply can't part with an item, ritually wrap it in a black garbage bag and ritually "throw it away", even if you put it elsewhere for safekeeping for a time. Sweep your house, try to get all of the person's hair and DNA out. You don't need this person in your life anymore. Make them leave.

This Magick Service Message has been brought to you in part by Neksa, Whom I paid a visit to this morning. When I came out of the meditation, I finished crying the chest full of tears I'd been working on since Thursday. I also smashed a pile of c.d.s with a hammer. Did you know c.d.s do not break with a hammer? I believe they require the tires of a car.

Saturday, October 3, 2009

The Season of Water

On Thursday, just when I thought I'd gotten through enough of the crying, it was like my chest bottomed out and there was another whole room of tears I still had to cry. They've slowed down since, but haven't stopped, yet. My healing just isn't over, no matter how much I'd like it to be.

But I'm beginning to understand that healing is a choice, not a given. And we can just as easily choose to stay hurt and wounded as we can to choose to forgive, love and be loved again.

I am choosing to love and to be loved again. Time heals everything. I just wish time would hurry up and do its fucking job.

Friday, October 2, 2009

Bad Weather for Astral Travel

Actually it's perfect weather, but I wasn't able to distance myself from my tummy ache long enough to get very far. :( Think a little work got done, though.

Then, I sent my HP off for mofongo and toilet paper while I sit here and drink senna leaf tea. That's the kind of nice guy he is.

We're going to watch "Weeds" tonight and not think about our project or our Group at all.

Thursday, October 1, 2009

Facebook Updates from Ex-Lovers

(NAME DELETED) knows that if you keep playing with needles and voodoo dolls...... You'll poke my eye out.

Such assumptions flatter me.