The Stob

Witch Trials of Old Virginia

John Hendrix - The Prophet of Oak Ridge   An obscure story from Eastern Tennessee, portrayed on Mysteries of the Museum and The Heartland Series.  He saw the building of the D.O.E. and the atomic bomb in 1910.  I don't care for the politics at the end and the incorrect speech.  No one, in the early 20th century would have said 'Howdy' or Y'all.  It would have been Y'unz/You'ins (from Scots-Irish English).

The Museum of Icelandic Sorcery & Witchcraft in Holmavik NW Iceland

Legba, spirit of the Crossroads, the first called    One might meditate on the idea, 'theory' that the Stob (wooden stake), Stang (Pole) and the Poteau-Mitan have the same function...

Erosion of Mediocrity

One that forges their OWN PATH, will become aware or will already be aware that they will attract detritus, much like a stream clogged with dead branches, leaves, mud and stones.  Such debris will change the course of the stream.  I advise one to start over and 'cut loose by Our Art' that which feeds on your Gnosis and Inner Untamed Light.  It will proclaim itself the source of your blessings (which flee you in 'its' presence and reveal 'its' true intent) and will try to hold you with 'charm' because you are the source of 'its' fortune .  'Psalm of Overcoming" "I am the Light of my Eternal I, A Universe constant, Mine Enemies a constellation within, That has been absorbed. The Radiance of I, Is Withdrawn from those who Usurp. I am the light of Hell, beneath thy feet. No more Secrets Reveal'd. I am the Light of Earth, Around your Body. Your Fruit withers on the vine, Your Harvest ROTS in the Field. I am the Light...

If one is wont to know the spirits of place, then simple steps must be enacted.  Bathe in the local rivers and streams (whether they are 'imaginal/imaginary' or physical) , sit in the 'nature' of the place you inhabit with thought, belief, willful purpose.  If old worn buildings, dark alleyways are the nature of your life, then no one can tell you that you that these are separate from the forests of old worn collapsing trees, rotting logs and woodland mires.  The oily pool on the street is the same as the woodland pool with the oily sheen on rotting logs, leaves and plant essences.  While, fouled for bathing, and potable elixirs...it is still a fetish of the local spirits.       Collect oddities from field, forest, beach, burg, and city which display unusual luminous properties that are peculiar and out of place from the mundane, 'natural order'.  Stand at the crossroads/cross-streets at midnight in devotio...