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In The Lap of My Mother

I rarely have anything serious to complain about in my life, but today was a rough day.  The hearing for my cousin’s murderer was today.  Long story short, he’ll essentially walk.  To add insult to injury, I’m sick with some sort of crud I likely picked up at work, so I’m off for a couple days (thankfully I have a massive amount of sick leave accrued).  On top of it all, my bank is late depositing my check in my account.  It’s one of ‘those’ days.  Times like this it’s easy to sit around and stew in impotent rage, mope, or feel sorry for yourself.  I think I transited all those phases today.  Then I turn on the news or look online, and it’s a long slew of political posts and bathroom bill rants and generally humans being awful to each other.  It’s hard to feel positive or upbeat.  I question my faith, and feel like the whole world has gone mad around me.  So I need to fix this somehow.  I’ve decided to tell a story.  It’s a true story, and I hope in the telling it may bring someone else who’s having a bad day a smile, or some sort of kernel of hope.  I summon up this memory when I’m feeling down, and it never ceases to bring me a smile.

First, a bit of background: I live on the east coast, just a little bit inland from the Chesapeake Bay.  The bay is like a second home to me.  I’ve been speaking to the bay since I was a small child, playing in her waters, eating her bounty.  I called her Mother, and thinking back on it, after initiating into Palo, how ironic that would all come be.  My family had a wooden boat, an Owens Cabin Cruiser, and I’d spend many weekends at the marina with my father working long hours on the boat, playing along the docks, or cruising the bay.  I’d sit at the bow of the boat with my feet dangling in the porthole, because there it felt like I was a shorebird, skimming the water.  I was both flying, and at the same time one with Her. 

One day while we were out cruising the bay, we encountered an enormous ship cruising into port.  It was a merchant freighter, one of the largest of its kind.  A floating city; each one of its propellers the size of our house (a 2-story).  To this day it was the largest machine I’d ever seen up close.  I was awestruck.  My father gradually guided our craft closer, but it was a dangerous gamble, as our little toy boat could get dragged by the wake of this great leviathan.  We drew up to the port side of the ship, and looking straight up, the hull looked like an enormous wall shooting straight up into the sky.  But at the very top of this wall I could perceive dark faces and people moving about.  This ship had come from the African continent, and who knows how long it had been since the crew had seen other human faces other than their own, after being out in the open sea for so long.  For my young self, it was like seeing people from another world.  But see….that was the magic of the Chesapeake.  That was our Mother.  She was a liminal space where people from all over the world could meet.  I remember standing up on the bow of the boat and waving and waving.  To my surprise and delight, the crew looking over the side broke into smiles and waved back. 

I wonder how I must have looked to them, perhaps like some tiny monkey clinging to the front of a little toy boat.  But I wanted more.  I thrust my tiny hand in the air, making a fist at them, then pulled it down, gesturing someone pulling on a lever.  I wanted them to blow their ship’s horn.  For awhile I gestured, until one by one they left the port side of the ship, disappearing into it’s fast depths, presumably to return to their duties.  Several minutes passed.  Alright, I recall my father saying.  Show’s over.  For a ship of that size, blowing the horn on a whim was something that wasn’t done.  My heart sank, but I understood.  My dad started the engine, and made to angle the boat back out and away from the ship.

Then it happened.

The sound slammed down on us like a hammer, vibrating throughout the bay and bellowing through the air, drowning out the sound of other boat engines, the calling of the birds, our own voices.  It made a long blast and several shorter ones.  What I recall is a feeling that I can only express as utter joy and ecstasy.  I was laughing and crying at the same time, I threw my arms wide, looking like the character Jack from that “I’m king of the world!” scene from the Titanic.  And then there they were–smiling faces, laughing, dancing and jumping up and down and waving.  I waved back.  I bounced, I cried, I shouted.  And it was there, that singular moment, where people from across the world connected.  For them to break protocol in order to bring joy to a strange kid on a boat whom they’d never met and would never see again, it was at once paradoxically such a small and yet such an immense gesture. 

To this day I’ve not forgotten their kindness or their smiling faces.  But now that I’m much older I think about this and compare it to a darker time hundreds of years ago, when Africans sailed into the Chesapeake Bay not as merchants, but as chattel.  I compare that time to what happened when I was a child, and what a strange dichotomy it is.  But it’s one that gives me hope.  I think about the magic that is the Chesapeake, and I think about how strangers from another part of the world performed an act of kindness for a kid they would only ever see in passing.  I think about it over twenty years later, and I still smile.  It’s a precious memory, one of many such gems I keep tucked away in my heart.  But it’s also a learning experience.  When I find myself becoming too bitter, I summon up that memory, and I smile.

In the lap of the great Mother Chesapeake, in that moment, we traded not in goods or human bodies but in joy and smiles.  And also, maybe perhaps, hope as well.

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Feathers from the Sacred Ibis, a holy bird and sacred to…

Feathers from the Sacred Ibis, a holy bird and sacred to Thoth/Djehuty and Hermes. This is a sampling of feathers from the batch from my personal collection. These are completely legal to own and possess and do not fall under the MBTA. They are also absolutely gorgeous in person and my phone camera simply doesn’t do them a wink of justice. The black parts of them are iridescent. Like white feather quills dipped in a scribe’s inkpot, some of them with shadows of quicksilver grey. I am in love with these feathers.

(Some I MAY possibly make available for sale in the future. How and who is open to question at this time. More work and divination with them may need to be done first.)

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So I went to see ‘The Witch’ today. For those wondering, it was…

So I went to see ‘The Witch’ today. For those wondering, it was one of the best movies I’d ever seen.  I encourage everyone to go see it.  It was very well done and well executed.  The atmospherics and soundtrack alone were fantastic.  I hope to write more on this later when I’m less busy and distracted. But I will say this–I’m definitely voting for Black Phillip for president.

Speaking of witchcraft, a feather from the Sacred Ibis, the holy bird of Thoth/Djehuty and Hermes. Recently received a huge batch of these that I will be working with.

Ironic, as right now I’m rocking House of Orpheus Thoth perfume–a scent I received quite a lot of compliments on. More than one person has said this perfume fits me perfectly. I can’t help but fluff my own feathers at that.  This batch of feathers, although extremely rare, are 100% legal to own.  Unlike most bird feathers, the Sacred Ibis is NOT covered under the Migratory Bird Treaty Act (given it’s not a native bird).  I’m deeply moved to be able to have and work with them–I had goosebumps as I was running them through my hands.  The black on them actually isn’t completely black, but contains a beautiful, almost oily iridescence that flares up when light hits them in just the right way.  Beautiful.  And very Hermetic.

In any case, time to stick this feather back in my hair and get moving.  I have a migraine brewing and my mind is running like quicksilver, but there are Things to get done, and sitting on social media isn’t going to manifest those.

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Protip: Preserving and Consecrating Animal Teeth

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Pictured: A Eurasian Cave Lion (Panthera spelea) lower carnassial, and a bottle of Leo Oil from Midtown Mojo Manufacturers)

Some animal teeth can be a bit troublesome to keep and work with at times.  When a tooth lacks the natural lipids found in the mouth, they split, crack or break.  This is especially common with teeth that have come from juvenile or young adult animals, where the teeth may still have hollow areas or undeveloped dentin layers.  Even fossil teeth, depending on age, wear and degree of mineralization, have been known to crack and break.  Usually if I need to store teeth before use I’ll wrap them in paper towels soaked with baby oil.  I’ve even used Dentene mouthwash.  However, there is one method I use frequently that not only helps to preserve your animal teeth, but also can turn them into powerful amulets and talismans.  If you plan on incorporating a special animal tooth in your spiritual work, use a condition oil.  Hold the tooth in your hand while praying or focusing on your intent, and vigorously rub some of the oil into the tooth as you’re doing so.  The oil should absorb through the dentin layers, leaving the tooth with a nice glossy finish and, depending on the oil, a nice scent.  I will periodically reapply oil as needed; over time the tooth will develop a very handsome aged patina.  For extra “oomph”, leave the anointed tooth with a candle (specific, dressed or no depending on what you’re doing; YMMV) to incubate overnight, or time your anointing to fall on a specific day or hour.

Teeth themselves make for excellent amulets, and humankind has been using animal (and sometimes even human!) in that capacity for centuries.  People have used them for strength, protection, and to connect with the energy behind the animal the tooth or teeth once belonged to.  Teeth are a very intimate part of the animal.  They reside in the head and are responsible for feeding, nurturing and communication.  A very important and useful way of connecting with the consciousness of the animal to which it once belonged.

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A New Year’s Thought

I’m not big on New Year’s resolutions, but one of the things I told myself I’d be doing is writing a little more on what I do.  People have been on my case about that for quite awhile now.  I must admit I am at times shocked by people who come to me seeking advice about a certain animal or “totem”, or to obtain a certain relic for their own uses, but they couldn’t tell me one true fact about that animal that they didn’t learn in some New Age animal totem dictionary put out by Llewellyn.  But you know, pounding words out on a blog post, that’s not always easy for me–my spirituality isn’t up for public consumption.  There is Work I do for community and individuals outside of family (not counting the Work I do inside that circle), but that’s on a ‘need to know’ basis, and normally done offline.  I’ve always been an in-person (some would say in your face) kinda guy.  Some of the pacts I’ve made with the spirits I work with involve not doing things like taking photographs of workings, sacred vessels, and the like.  Not in every case.  But in most.  Enough that I don’t do it often.  But I’ll try to do what I can, when I can, and when I feel like it.  Or, put simply–when I’m able.

Point being, I’m not an Internet Mage.  Time spent blogging and talking about what I do is time spent away from WHAT I’m doing.  I see so many internet personalities online blogging about their workings, rituals, spells, hoodoo and so on, I begin to wonder when they find the time to do any actual Work.  Everyone seems so concerned about what other people are doing online that they’re not focusing on themselves and what they should be doing.  But then again–and I say this myself all the time–try not to judge people by a thing they post on Facebook, or something they make on a blog post.  Not always easy advice for me to follow, as I tend to be a rather judgmental person.  I’m far from perfect, I’m a work in progress like anyone else.  But I suppose this leads into another “resolution” that I have for the new year: Do the Work, worry about your own ass and the hell with others.  At least, the others that don’t matter.  I’m normally pretty consistent with that, but I do trip up every so often.  As one does.

Right now it’s morning, and I’m thinking about what I need to do for the day, so I suppose I should get on with it.  I’d like to wish everyone following this blog a very happy and prosperous New Year, and thanks for jumping aboard.  Us folk here at Bones to Pick have learned and grown a lot from our journey so far this year, and we look forward to more of it in 2016. 

~Joey

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Lion claws available, plus a few notes

A few more of the lion claws from the batch have been posted.  These will likely be the only ones we’ll be posting for awhile, so get them while you can.  The others will be posted if and when they are ready.  Instead of testing the limits of my growing headache further by giving a detailed explanation as to why, I’m going to quote a friend and customer of BtP:

“To borrow from my Husband’s nomenclature for a moment, the “Average
Cadaver” cannot understand that to some , not all items from our fellow
creatures that walk among us are easily acquired. They must be cared
for, Honored, prayed over and given much love prior to parting with them
in any way.”

This rather explains the primary drive behind our philosophies here at Bones to Pick.

Of those claws that we posted, one is a fully cleaned specimen wire-wrapped in brass for use as talismanic jewelry.  The others that we posted are sold “as is”.  These claws came from an old, vintage Tanzanian lion rug.  These are all bone-in; some may have tanned flesh and fur still attached, some claws may show natural damage.  Please see photos.  I actually prefer relics like these over the sanitized ones, as they provide more useful materia to connect with the animal’s energies and also vibrantly express character unique to the living animal that once owned them.  Please feel free to check them out on our website and do feel free to get in contact with us if you have any questions.

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RE: Lion Claws (More Info)

I’ve received a lot of inquiries about the lion claws I posted earlier this week.  Please note that these are not the only claws that I have, nor will I be posting these for sale all at once.  Remember that I am also a spiritworker, not just a peddler in animal parts.  I address each claw individually as it comes into my hands.  Sometimes divination or other work may need to be done.  Some may be worked into ritual jewelry pieces, some may be sold as is.  Please keep watching Bones to Pick for further info on when they’ll become available.  Thanks all for your interest and patience.

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A small handful of the African lion claws I’ll be working with…

A small handful of the African lion claws I’ll be working with in the next days.  The claws of a lion (but one could say, any big cat) represent many things to many people.  Royalty, gold, the blazing sun, and cleansing flame.  Big cat relics are thrilling to have and thrilling to work with, but that thrill always has a price.  You must be ready to handle the burn, to brace yourself for claws sinking deep within your soul.  Cats never give it away for free.  They honor strength, and abhor, even punish, weakness.  I make it a point, ritually, to never deal too deeply with big cat relics while I am sick, or mentally off kilter.  So they will sit with light and water until they are ready to be worked or offered as is.

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