Details

It’s all in the details. The bits and pieces of our work as Contemporary Vitkis. Exploring this concept is the challenge that has been placed before me by the gods for this season of introspection. As days are shorter I shall endeavor to explore this concept.
What do I mean by details?  Things like what kind of incense to use for a ritual. The color of candles to use. Is there a better day or time of the moon to do a ritual. Stuff like that. I admit to being woefully ignorant of much of this information.
I’ve always been a big picture guy. Thinking about the intention and end results of a working. But I’ve often rushed over the details to get to the end product. I have been told rather sternly that I’m to cut that crap out and get down to the details now. This opens up a whole new realm for me to explore. Things I’ve never thought of are coming to mind.
I will spend this season of thought thinking of these issues.   I have been told that if I get the details right the big picture will take care of itself.
Why this hasn’t occurred to me in all my years of practice is beyond me. It seems so obvious. It’s the old forest seeing the trees thing. So it appears I have my work cut out for me.
Does this new realization negate my years of work so far?  Hardly. But it does put it all in a separate place. There will be my work before this understanding and after it.
As is always the case when I’m faced with a huge new concept to explore I am thinking “Where do I start?  What do I do?”.  Very valid questions to be sure. But I need to fight off the urge to become paralyzed by it all. I need to get into action mode.   So what kind of incense goes best for a manifestation ritual…?

Undoing the weaving and redoing it

I was born into the religion and remained a Lutheran till my early teens. I was a very active church participant. I attended all services. I taught Sunday School. I played the organ. I belonged to the choir. I spent time almost every day involved in something to do with the church. It was woven into my life. Like a big ancient tapestry. It was the tapestry of my spiritual life. But there was one loose thread. I was gay. And at some point that became an issue in my religious/cultural life experience.  I couldn’t remain a practicing Lutheran and remain an out gay person. This is back in the early 1980s. Attitudes in the church have changed since then. But I needed to pull that thread and unravel the tapestry I had created for so many years.
For quite a while I remained spiritually inactive. I was spiritually dead. But a part of me kept yearning for something of the spiritual life. I kept randomly getting books about spiritual matters. I kept talking to others about the issue. And soon enough I was exposed to alternative religions and thought.
I was drawn to the earth based religions. I took up heathenry because my family background is German. I followed this path for many years. But I needed a spirituality that was more balanced on the feminine side. Heathenry in my experience was a very masculine path. Yet Druidry was a much more balanced path to my thinking. So I started exploring that path and reweaving my spiritual tapestry. It has been a wonderful task. I became a member of OBOD. I studied the lore. I started to practice trance sessions to find out more about the other realms. In these trance sessions I encountered many of the deities of this path. I currently have a very lively relationship with the deities due to this.
I have been reweaving the tapestry of my spiritual life. It has been a wonderful experience for me. I have been able to add new threads of different colors. I have slowly been creating a new way of experiencing my life and reality. I now have a much stronger connection to my ancestors. I am much more in touch with nature as an adult. I have a strong connection to the deities. All of the multiverse is alive for me now. I am a much happier person. As with everything it is a process. But I keep weaving and creating a beautiful new tapestry of spirituality. I have found peace.

Be a doll will ya?

E7BC2BA4-57FA-4F05-A1A9-8B3F9139DAF8This is Declan. He is my doll. I dress and pose him to help me. He helps me use my fine motor skills. Important for someone with MS!  I also use him in my ritual work. He represents the perfected me. He is all the things I can become.
I loaded him with my personal energy. He even has his own crystal. He is instrumental in my focus work. He allows me a chance to focus all my energy on a single still point. A still point that represents all I would like to be and become. He allows me to explore aspects of my Self that would otherwise be cloudy and indistinct. He offers me a glimpse into the me I can become. This is a powerful tool!

I also use him and the energy I’ve given him to take away the parts of my Self that I am unhappy with. I take the bad stuff and transfer it onto Declan. That way I can be done with it and move past my own personal garbage.
So you see he’s a very powerful tool for my ritual work. I know it seems crazy but it works for me. What in your life can you make a tool for transformation?  It’s not hard to find if you just look around with new eyes!  Hail Declan!  Hail the me I can become!

I was born…

I was born to follow a Druid path. It’s amazing how as I age little things about my past become apparent. Like this little fact. It’s something that now is crystal clear to me. My dad was a Druid and raised me to be one as well. Although he never called it Druidry. It was just the way he was.
My family going back 400 years are farmers. They lived close to the land. They respected nature. They lived according to the seasons of the year. My father also farmed but did more than that. He became a land improvement contractor. He put in drainage systems. He built terraces. He did all he could to leave the land in a better state than he found it in. He was a Druid in that regard.
He honored his ancestors and taught me to do the same. Many hours were spent with my opa or grandfather listening to tales of my German family. I was taught to follow the train back through our family history. Gave me a strong sense of who I was.
My family was one of the first families in our small village to recycle. My father or mother would drive 45 minutes to take the old newspapers and plastic and metal in to be reused. It became a game for me dividing all our trash into their proper containers. A lesson learned early that I haven’t forgotten.
In these simple ways and so many more I was taught small but powerful lessons on how to live a life in touch with the land and nature and all the wonders and challenges it offers. Is it any wonder that as I look back over the years my favorite childhood memories include just sitting for hours on a pile of dirt taking in all the energy of nature?  I was born to follow the Druid path…

Why can’t I fly?

I love birds. I had pet parrots for years. I love the way they think and act. I especially love the way they fly.

Wild birds also have a special place in my heart. They are undoubtedly the best fliers. They can soar past your field of vision into the clear great beyond in an instant.

I wish I could do that. Just take it to the wing and fly. I’m not really sure where I’d go. I think it’s just the act of flying that is the goal. No destination. Simply flight for the sheer joy of flying.

I have ideas. And thoughts. I try to share these with others. I have this blog. I’ve written two books. I share my stuff. And most of the time people respond in a positive manner to it. When I’m busy sharing ideas I feel almost as if I’m flying. As if I’m leaving my MS-riddled body behind and being one with the sky. It’s a powerful feeling. Addictive even. It’s why I write in the first place. To fly.

I hope while I’m flying I’m leaving interesting patterns in my wake that others can follow. Perhaps even grow from. The words I put down are my way to leave a map to the sky. A map that others can follow if they choose. It’s not the only map of the sky out there and maybe not the best but it’s mine. That’s what I leave behind in my flying. A map of the sky as I’ve experienced it. It’s the best I can do.

So maybe I do fly after all. And hopefully my flight brings you a map of sorts to the sky. All that’s left is for you to fly on your own. Go ahead and use my map as a guide and depart to places I hadn’t even imagined. Make your own map too.   Fly.