Lokeans Are Stellar!

In these last few months, as I’ve learned to lean into the metaphysical embrace of my surprising trickster deity, I’ve also learned that my fellow Lokeans are–so far without exception–warm, generous with advice and support, and often quite funny and smart. They are also extremely creative, judging from the fabulous mix of artwork, costumes, jewelry design, stained glass windows, and other devotional objects created in honor of Loki (who is an excellent muse). But there’s so much more.


I was desperate for emotional support during the two weeks I spent evacuating from the July-August California Ranch Fire, along with my four cats. (At one point the fire was just over the ridge behind my house.) Overall I had a good amount of attentive care from friends and family, but panic attacks come without warning, and so I often had an immediate need for reassurance. I sometimes find it hard to reach out to my people when I’m in acute distress (I’m wary of inflicting compassion fatigue). However, the Facebook groups, Loki’s Wyrdlings and The Lokean Collective, were always available as long as I had internet access and I could and did post at times about the fires and my plight. People responded with expressions of sympathy and I felt better for it. Right now, several members of those groups are enduring Hurricane Florence on the East Coast, and again, I see an outpouring of caring messages.

Reading about shared experiences and “UPGs” (unverified personal gnosis) are also important to me. I posted yesterday about the current phase I’m experiencing. It seems like everyone I know (from casual acquaintances to close family members) cannot help revealing–in unmistakable ways–exactly now much I can or cannot count on them. Or they are compelled to display personality traits or opinions which let me know where I stand, or would stand, if I got any closer. (Here’s one example.) So in addition to some very pleasant surprises with people I’d now like to know better, I’ve also withdrawn from a few others. I’d been thinking this may be the result of Loki’s famous “let’s shake everything up and clear out the garbage” influence, which can apparently wham the unsuspecting novice. This likelihood was confirmed by the responses I’ve gotten to my post. (Yes, I knew things could get “interesting” when I welcomed this spiritual force into my life.)

Now my ordinary days are not complete without engaging in the above Facebook groups, as well as checking The Lokean Welcoming Committee for new posts, archived guidance, and artwork. I also likeĀ Light a Candle for Loki, which presents opportunities to express praise, gratitude, or requests. I like reading what other people have posted and I often post myself. Those Loki limericks? That was me (though most of my “candle” posts tend to be devotional). And recently there’s been an informative and respectful thread on The Troth members list about Loki’s associations with fire. All of this is quite helpful for a newbie.

I haven’t mentioned the various blogs I’ve found, as I’ve hardly made a dent in discovering and reading them, but Grumpy Lokean Elder is already a favorite. I should devote an entire post to other people’s blogs (and books!), and I will when I get a little further along in my discoveries. So if I follow your blog but haven’t mentioned you yet, I will at a later date!

So I guess what I’m saying is that through the miracle of the internet, I find myself with something of a far-flung kindred and as I’m learning to love my god, I’m also finding I adore his people.

There. Lokean Love Letter sent! You guys are the best!



To the Stars

As a child of the sixties, growing up in California, I can affirm that “what’s your sign?” was probably the second (if not first) thing people asked a new acquaintance back then (sometimes even before “what’s your name?” and “can I have a toke?”)


Well, that’s mine. Something you wouldn’t want to find in a boot, let alone nesting in the pages of a cookbook (an early childhood memory from my paternal grandparent’s home in Mesa, Arizona).

However, as a teenage attendee of “love-ins,” I began to get a certain thrill from answering truthfully (I always answered truthfully…) and then watching people back away, slowly. Really, that happened about half the time. I’d say “Scorpio” and wow, instant doubling of my personal space. Cool! Of course the other half of the time, if the questioner were male, there was also the risk of instant decreasing of personal space, as we Scorpios were known to be sex-crazed. No matter that I was underage. (Yes, things could get creepy quickly back then.)

In the decades since, I’ve cultivated a healthy sense of Scorpio pride, as well as a mild sense of self-ridicule for taking such things “seriously.” But I can’t help it, the Zodiac archetypes are so much fun and mine in particular are so…flattering. Plus, most of my best friends are Scorps (or at least water signs).

My recent serious pursuit of magic studies has brought me back to a slightly deeper consideration of stellar omens and archetypes. And a recent personal crisis led me to review a rather stunning reading I had in January, 2016 from the renowned Caroline Casey, an astrologer and host of the Visionary Activist show on KPFA, 94.1 FM, Berkeley. This reading was a splurge, and took place just a couple of days before I moved to Hawai’i.

This reading was spot-on as Casey described (1) the events of the previous year and their timing (almost to the day!) and (2) my deepest inner responses to a range of life situations. This reading was ninety minutes of pure pleasure and not just because it was “all about me.” It was deeply pleasurable because Casey is a vibrant, nimble wordsmith who meshes mythic image and narrative with a compassionate, free-range “I Cover the Cosmos” perspective. Beautiful language, telling insights, and tons of humor. And she is a damned amazing astrologer. The reading was FUN.

I’ve listened to the recording twice in the last week. I took notes the second time. I’ll say too that it was difficult for me to listen to my 2016 self, at the time naively hopeful in the prospect of making a new (post-divorce) life in Hawai’i, but the reading also contained the germ of why things went so badly once I got there.

According to Casey, I’m “a kind Scorpio, yay!” My “strong fuels” are curiosity and liberation. I’m “increasingly allergic to tyranny.” (Yep!) And most of my action takes place in Scorpio in the fifth house, with Sun, Saturn, Mercury, Venus, and an asteroid, Pallas Athena. (Practically destined to be a sexologist…) And I’ve got two quintiles! That’s hella cool and rare!

Other highlights included strong “trickster” Uranus affinities, and such themes as “metabolizing poisons by conjuring the antidote” (quite appropriate given my multiple chemical sensitivity situation) and “compassion with sizzle.” And according to Casey, “the underworld is my beat” and “the dreamworld is my companion.” Sounds about right.

Casey also said “better a trickster than a martyr” and cautioned me that “no sign is more effective at broadcasting its inner assessment of others than Scorpio.” (Sorry, folks. I try to be polite and kind. Guess it hasn’t worked.)

So I’m super-tempted to save my pennies and have another reading. Getting back to California soil took almost everything I had (literally) and I’m still emotionally and physically convalescent. I’d love to have more insight into the immediate past and perhaps a glance at upcoming rays of light and bumps in the road.

A friend of mine once took a sailing lesson in the San Francisco Bay from a recent New York transplant. She asked him, “So, Tony, what’s the difference between the two coasts?” He answered, “Back deah, I wuz a wop. Out heah, I’m a Pisces.” (Sorry for the use of a perjorative, but that’s what he said.)

This chart below is from astro.com. It doesn’t mention the asteroid. I’m placing it on this blog because, what the heck, out here, I’m a Scorpio! You might as well know the worst. Be warned!


Any fellow travelers? Let me know you’re here–and if you need to keep your distance, I’ll understand…