Beyond the Surface

Kala, as I am discussing it, is a Feri tradition witchcraft practice of purification (getting the gunk out) and transformation (turning the gunk into gold) so that the three selves can work more seamlessly together. If the three selves are working seamlessly together, god self is talking to fetch, is talking to talker and v/v and we are closer to moving within the Black Heart of innocence. And I get that that sounds like gobbeldy gook to non-Feris. Onward.

“I’ve sat with it and I am kala with it.” “I have done kala on it.”, both followed by the equivalent of “so I’m sure you are wrong”.

Now, I’m not talking I killed your momma and you hadda do kala with it. I’m talking we just had a disagreement on principal. We had an emailed disagreement and you had to run do kala over it. Really? And not only did you have…

There is a new Feri email list that is meant to be a place for Feri initiates and students of Feri initiates to get together and talk without nastiness. This one has been started by Puck, who is the father of the current StudentsofFeri list. The StudentsofFeri list is a really quality list with great conversation and without nastiness so I’m hoping for the same from this new list. Yay for no hiding behind political semantics! :)

Edited to say : minus some snark and irritation now.. hahaha

A new line of Feri has been discovered. It’s formally, the Itookaworkshopus Ferius a part of the genus IRAB Pagan (Ireadabookus Paganus), close cousin of the llewiccan (Ivereadlotsofllewwellenbookus Wiccanus). It voraciously consumes workshops, books, emails and similarly named paths while seeming to be repulsed by long distance training. It flourishes in places where there are no initiates. Curiously, when the light of Feri is shown on an ITAW Feri, the ITAW Feri seems to disappear completely.

Edited to say : It has been brought to my attention that this species of feri is also closely related to the IAFWYTIAON (pronounced eye-af-why-she-on) Feri, formally Imaferiuswhetheryouthinkiamornotus ferius. In fact, IAFWYTIAON Feri are often mistaken for ITAW Feri. The main difference is that the IAFWYTIAON species typically self initiates in a forest by themselves where no one else can possibly know what the goddess hirself did or didn’t do.

Also edited to say…

A: Well, first the question must be posed - which may only be done by he with the most nerve. The question must receive both a snarky comment and a scientifically based hypothesis by He Who Obviously Is the Most Scholarly. Then there must be at least one response to the effect of ‘whatever works for you’. Once the obligatory responses have been calculated, there must be a debate. The most hotly debated points must be dissected for semantic meaning. There must be at least two apologies for being misunderstood and it must be chalked up to ‘this damned technological medium’. The sum is the answer.

… passed over last night. I don’t want to repost the info because I don’t know how much is ok to post…

When I started learning from Storm, I started back at the very basics. The Three Selves alignment is one of the very basics. But of course, hearing it from another teacher in a different way puts it puts another spin on it. So I’ve been doing the exercises BECAUSE THATS WHAT A STAR STUDENT DOES (grin) and I’ve really been trying to immerse myself in fetch enough to hear her in the moment and really relate to her.

What I found was that although I knew (with talker) that my talker self dominates that relationship, when I felt that with fetch, it wasn’t a knowing at all… it was a place of being and there is emotion tied to that. Fetch doesnt like it at all. And yes, talker self needs to make the logical reasonable decisions but my talker stifles my fetch far too much. My talker is a bully…

After all of the struggling, I laid down at his altar. I felt his giant wings and fiery gaze. He told me to breathe it in and I did. Violet flame poured through me, moving without my control. Scathing, fierce, hot. I relinquished and allowed him and floated away in the bath of fire. And outer layer upon outer layer came off under their gentle but direct hands. I laid still. I breathed. I let it disintegrate.

I’m not who I was. The sum of me is less but I’m stronger and wilder. I make spirals upon spirals of the same steps on a different level and this is new ground again.

Susie brought me a pretty blue peacock ornament. Sarah painted me a watercolor peacock and framed it. Justin sent me a link to peacock stuff - and Highlander… not so much sent me as sent me to Blockbuster. And all of these things descended upon me this week as if to say “Yo, bitch. You forgot about Your Peacock Eminence.” No, m’Lord.. I didn’t forget about you. It’s just easy to get swept away sometimes.

Feri… is so…. very. Somebody used to say that to me all the time.. Carrie is so Very. I don’t remember who though… it’s usually Carrie Bear now. I digress. Feri is just… Feri. It picks you up, twists you around, tears you apart and spits you out on an entirely different level. There are a million paths out there someone could follow and anyone that chooses Feri needs to look very closely for their…

I stayed wrapped up in a blanket for the first 20 minutes I was awake. Barely keeping my eyes open. 2 hours of sleep last night, man. I’m running a heavy sleep debt right now. I dropped the man-child off at school and headed to work.

Then, driving West on the 76, the sky just opens up and the sun pours through and the sky turns a brilliant blue and suddenly, it just broke. I felt new. I inhaled and felt life. It poured through me and I could feel my body stir. I looked around and saw reality and felt alive in it. I could feel my Self unfurling in the sun like the petals of a rose, all so densely packed and so perfectly formed and somehow, all of those petals were crammed into that small space and they come out perfectly orchestrated and at just the right…

I woke up this morning and just knew that I needed to clear it all out, re-amp and redirect my energy correctly. So I started in with the iron pentacle. Ugh. Like pushing through muck. So I kept doing it through my shower and then one foot in front of the other, with each step, did a point and it actually wound up being a great walking meditation. I’m sure it’s been done before - but here’s how I’m doing it.

With each step, recite the next point of the iron pentacle. When you stop walking, stay on the last point you were on. Do any clearing that seems relevant. When your mind lingers on that point, does it ’seem’ clear? If not, recolor it appropriately and clear out any muck.

Allow thoughts to float through and figure out how they are connected to that point. For instance, I stopped…