Dusty Altars

But the Power remains Strong.

Altars are very personal things for anyone who has one. Whether they be communial, family or personal ones, there, in most cases seems to be a need to keep them shiney and clean.

But what happens if that Altar becomes dusty, becomes disorganized?

I was thinking about this very thing just the other night as I went to bed and noticed my own personal Altar. Although it isn't dirty, to anyone who does now know me, it would seem to be neglected. This is far from the truth.

I have certian long term rituals that I never take down, that the only thing that is moved or replaced is the seven day glass candle. Everything else has its purpose and is fully active.

So what of it? What of the dust on the wood, or the dullness of the stones and/or chalice? Does it make a difference?

Some will say I am being disrespectful. That I am not showing proper respect to my craft as a witch nor the power that I am asking for. They will say that I shouldn't keep doing this and that I need to straighten up the cockeyed wand or polish the silver pentegram.

Why?

Here is my view. The things on my Altar are just that. Things. They do not breathe, they do not eat nor sleep. They are embued with only what I allow. My intent is firmly in the ritual. And the most important thing? I have faith that the rituals are doing what I need. Bringing the outcome that is best for me and mine.

When one pays more attention to how something looks, now shiney or polished they can get things, theres a chance they are not concentraiting on their intent enough. Of course that is only my opinion and I fully expect that many will see things differently.

What is the difference of having a dusty Altar and having no altar at all.

Come to think of it, do we need things or Altars to even expect our power to work? Why is it so important that we gather things to put on our Altars?

The power is there. The power is strong,

I guess my Dusty Altar isn't to bad after all.


This was originally written for an essay for a group I belonged too. But Recently I was thinking about it and decided to repost it here.

The Rest of the World

Sometimes I wonder where the rest of the world is compared to me. Of if I am too sensitive for the rest of the world.

Point.

I just read and heard that there had been an explosion in Norway, along with a gunman opening fire in a political youth camp.

So what do I do. I turn on the news station and hit my twitter and facebook accounts for more information.

What do I find?

Very little about the explosion or how others feel about it. I find instead a wall full of game requests, tweet after tween from ComicCon....And I sit rather still and wonder do they even know what has happened and if they care that lives have been lost.

I flashback to 911 where I actually had people on my friends list that couldn't understand why I was so upset because I lived hundreds of miles away.

When the Explosion happened in Bali or the various earthquakes/floods/natural disasters happened half way across the globe, I still seemed to be effected by it where many on my friends lists and even my own family and neighbors didn't seem phased about these things.

So I wonder. Where is the Rest of the world when it comes to these things. Are they that disassociated with death and destruction that it no longer bothers them? Do they not pay attention because it makes them feel safer not to acknowledge the deaths and horror?

Maybe it is just me. Maybe I am too much of a sensitive to bother with the news anymore. Too caring that a life, even a life I know nothing about across the world in a place I will probably never visit, to be understood.

I don't know. I just don't understand.




NOTE: This is not directed at any one in particular. No one has done or said anything to make me wonder if they are truly my friends. Those that know me, will realize this is something I have always wondered and struggled with. Bless you all who take the time to send prayers and anything else to those in harms way.