The Stob

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 The Radiance of I, Is Withdrawn from those who Usurp.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...

I suppose this will be an indelicate post for some...which is comedic to me: Osculum Infame is the Medieval derogatory term for a certain prostration to a spirit or human.  In Hoodoo and in Southern U.S. folklore people used the folk magic spell "Witch Kiss my Ass" whispered under their breath to prevent a Witch from entering the house or borrowing items (which could be used to control the household).  In the Middle Ages, Witches were said to kiss the 'Devil' on the posterior.  Usually, the 'Devil' was a male human Magister (Imaginal, Oneiric, rarely in the flesh, but usually projected into the 'Sabbatic World' and highly accomplished, as was the 'Mistress'-two people who manifested the spirits).  The posterior kiss was not an actual kiss but, spitting or breathing on the buttocks, which was a working to manifest secrecy, manifest the proceedings to 'the Void', so that 'shadows/invisibility', would protect those in involved, i...