#wilding king

[lailoken]

I gave Housel to the Horned God of my tradition recently, and afterward, I discovered a pair of enormous Elk tracks nearby that weren't there when I first arrived. Being unknowingly overseen by this particular denizen of the Wild, during this particular rite, felt auspicious enough to me that I retrieved my phone so I could go back and take a photo of the tracks. The fact that there were only two hoofprints that I was able to see anywhere in that area was especially interesting, as the ground was muddy enough to capture all but the softest of treads. It gave the prints a very satyric feel.

[orphanraisedbycarnies-archi-blog]

I will make the most inhuman noises when Mance is introcuded.

[lailoken]

A day after carrying out the Full Moon Housel I undertake each month in honor of my tradition's Horned King, I was driving my mother on one of the forested backroads we have in this area when we saw a huge black Billy Goat running west along the fork of an especially auspicious Croasroads.

It was some very odd and interesting timing.

[lailoken]

A lot of the time, when working with a Wight, I encounter subtle nudges and omens relating to them. Other times, those signs are not so subtle.

Finding the perfectly preserved cranium of a stag shortly after undertaking a Housel for the Horned God of my tradition—when I was specifically worried because I had to permanently relocate the area where I propitiate Him, after over two years of using the previous site—certainly feels rather conspicuous.