Ramblings of a Confused Muse

This blog contains a great many things, mostly UPG and personal lessons learned. There are practical lessons and discussions on intangible things as well. You can find us on Facebook @the.confused.9

Saturday, October 24, 2020

Midnight Musings

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 It is just after midnight. I'm awake and sipping coffee. I got somewhere around 3.5 or 4 hours of sleep. I figure that I'll be up m...
Monday, September 7, 2020

When You're a Bad Witch™ but You Want to be a Good Witch™

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 I haven't written in a while and someone I hold in high esteem gave me the idea to examine what a 'bad witch' looks like. A Bad...
Friday, July 3, 2020

Lending a Name, Taking a Name: A Cautionary Tale of the Use of Powerful Words

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The name River was a gift. It was a gift from one of my many, many narcissists, but a gift nonetheless. I decided to keep that name as a rem...
Saturday, June 13, 2020

Toxic Positivity Culture- Redux

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I wrote this blog originally in 2018. It has been on my mind a lot lately, so I thought I would expand on it some. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~...
Wednesday, January 1, 2020

Letters Not Sent- When You Can't See the Forest

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I'm beginning the new decade by writing this letter. It has been some months in coming. You see, when people have secrets, they do not ...
Saturday, July 27, 2019

Lest We Forget: On the Sabbats and Celebrations

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And for two and a half thousand years, the ring passed out of all knowledge.” ― Galadriel Lord of the Rings, The Fellowship of the Ri...
Sunday, June 23, 2019

Letters Not Sent: The Long Goodbye

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It's been a while since I have done one of these. I have come to understand that when someone is on my mind, it's probably because ...
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River has been writing for as long as they can remember under various names. The only thing they have been doing longer than being pagan is writing. The name River was a gift. It was a gift from one of their many, many narcissists, but a gift nonetheless. They decided to keep that name as a reminder of what the river does and how it does it. The river changes landscapes and cuts wide swathes through rock. Through gentle, yet constant movement, it grinds stones against each other until they are nothing more than sand. The river smooths the ragged edges from all forms of rock and wood. The river sweeps away any detritus without caring if the trash is considered precious or not. If it is, then it should not be in the path.
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