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About Howie

Far away from the comfortable city, away from the computer screens, and often too dark to take a picture... There, you'll find me. I know little of the main Pagan community, and to be honest: I like it that way. I'm not going to pretend to be the 'end all, catch all,' because my primal wayd will bother many. I am not a weekend warrior, or hobbyist practitioner. I work with the odd reality most ignore, or don't see (or, don't want to see). I am a gruff, rough mannered woman. If living in a fantasy tickles your pickle, then take that jar elsewhere. I'm sour enough.

It’s up. Now to add to it.

You should check out this Etsy shop:

It’s only barren for now, forging is not a fast process.

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Always Restart Small.

Well, after all of the moving, and shifting the dust continues to show the cobwebs of one’s life. However, with all of this I am sitting down to write another blog… Not three years in passing.

It takes some getting used to. 

The Smithy, and The Ploughman have had a strong, almost chaining presence in my day to day rituals. Has it really made a difference in my working rites?

So far… No, not that I can tell. While I cannot show you the dedicant piece I made in trance to The Smithy, I can show the building inventory. 

Strong enough to use on small projects, with a sheath to cover it, coming soon.

Don’t worry, the knives, hatchets, tools, and other forged items are appearing. Slowly, but surely. 

The only thing I struggle with, is what others are wanting, or needing. There will be many runic items for my fellow Heathens, but I don’t want to leave anyone out. 

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A Quiet Crossroad.

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Collection of Moments

A collection of moments, in and out of the forge.


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Metal, dirt, and then… Rain.

This post is liable to change from now into tomorrow. My phone went dead during the night, so many pictures will be late in coming. 

I have been able to have time to make my waking devotionals and rituals, which had been rejuvenating to say the least. The smell of rich herbal water on the face has been wonderful! I haven’t been able to have this schedule in years, and my gratitude has no words. 

My forge shrine to Daughter of the Bear- The Smithy

I finished the axe head, and I am carving the handle as I type this. So, as soon as I am done I will post pictures. I am testing a small hatchet with neighbors tomorrow, so I will see how my axes handle actual labor.

The handle is coming…

I didn’t know hickory would be such a pickle to carve, that or I am very out of practice. I will persevere, regardless. I am not sure if I will paint, stain, or just wood burn the handle yet.

The sickle-shaped knives cut beautifully, right through my glove. I tried to take a picture, but…

The focus is not strong with me…

Despite three rain showers, I will keep working for an hour more (Or until my neighbors say something). I will keep adding here, as things progress. 

I am debating on just re-opening my Etsy store, because my traded leather is still regretfully in transit. I don’t want to just sell the blades alone, seems odd to do so.

Before I started, I cast the bones for advice. I was shown, that “I need a mentor.” Well, I had been debating on fabrication classes at the college, but an old dog can always learn new tricks. So, tomorrow I will drive over there.

Well, back to things.

Well, it cuts through stalks and leather easily.

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Breaking Away

So instead of getting on with things… Life happened. I had to break completely away, and cut ties, in order to catch up to myself. 


However, I managed. Also, I have tried once again to reach out to local Pagans. It… Didn’t go so well. Many Pagans cannot handle the real, and often gray, reality that occultism is intertangled with. I was called aggressive, intimidating, shady, obtuse (kinda okay with that one), and of course: dark.

I was banned from a few online groups, because working with bones is ‘macabre.’ 

I have seen how… Campy? Childish? What word would describe the mainstream lines of… Is it Paganism anymore? Since when did anime, and cartoons become a way to express trance work? It’s almost an insult; onto itself. 

I stepped out of the online world for three months because, well, I was stunned how far the umbrella had flown. I have tried those ‘apps,’ in the gamestore. I would rather sit on my backyard stool in silence; than try that again. The Heathen Amino app seems more level headed, but still.

Even in conversation, one must be positive, PG 13, and clean. Even mentioning smoking, drinking, or drug use (besides marijuana) is sneered upon. What happened?

One Amino user spoke to me, ” Hey, you’re old school. That’s not cool anymore. Bones are bad, you’re wrong for using them.”

Wait… What? When did any bone worker… ‘Use bones?’

So, I have really said what I want to say on that. Otherwise, I may get heartburn.

As for me, I have been building my inventory, and tomorrow I will finish some trance inspired items. I will no longer make pouches, wands, or jewelry. It seems there is an abundance of that online already. So, knives, swords, an axe or two, bladed ritual tools, sickles, and the like are being put together. 

I have made several devotional Seelen Perlen, or ritual beads. Counters, both a talisman and amulet, and a ritual tool in its own right. 

When this was called ‘dark,’ I started shaking my head.

Some of these will be up for sale. I am attempting to make even smaller ones.

Also welcomed some new additions, and I am out gathering wild plants for rauchstocks.


Just getting started.

A utility knife, that is bound in water proof rubber.

Male Bear Skull, and a Canine Skull

My Seelen Perlen

Tomorrow is going to be a massive day, full of forging, carving, sharpening, and leatherwork. The eclipse is not too far off, and I aim to meet it.

Ferdtide is coming. It is a warrior/ Veteran day of honor. Also, it is when I celebrate the birth of the Divine Twins, Daughter of the Bear – The Smithy, and Her brother/ Husband The Ploughman. I think it a most potent time as it occurs beneath the eclipse itself. 

Then, of course Herbst is just after that. Sigh. I don’t know if I will catch up with myself. It is good to be busy, and productive. My fictional novel was published (The Odyssey of Ojea). So tomorrow’s post may simply be pictures, and I apologize for that. Onwards!

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Coming in November…

Firing up the forge. But this time, there will be less leatherwork, save for sheaths. Maybe a pouch or two. Just, not as much as before.

I am in the works of axes, short spears, edged ritual tools, and other metalcraft. I have my molds to make bowls, spoons, and jewelry. I have my sand, so let my casting begin!

There will be stainless steel, iron, brass, copper, and pewter jewelry. Silver knives, copper knives, and steel axes. I may make a mallet or two, with carved handles. We’ll just see how far I get in a month.

Old projects set down before, now being picked up where I left off. Got a brand new dremmel, and I blessed my forge for the forging ahead.

Ritual mirrors, iron bowls, horseshoes… All sorts of metal will be up for sale in my Etsy store by November. If you have requests, let me know.

For now, the forge is still going. Time to get back to work!


Getting some things done. My next series of projects will not be typical knives, but edged ritual tools.

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It is now autumn, and the season of the dead begins anew. I was blessed to have the day off to celebrate, and for that I am also thankful. I began my day with hanging citris in my window, chanting to keep illness away. My house smells wonderful.

After, I began to prepare my last meal with my adopted bear cub.

I roasted bison, after searing it for flavor. It was delicious. Along with nuts, fruit pies, home made stuffing, and mashed potatoes, I had a hearty meal for one.

I prepared the pyre to send the adopted cub home. For the second time, can use the rauchstocks for their intended purpose. I love this!

And when it was ready:

 I sat down and dined with the Gods, spirits, and Ancestors. Selig Herbst!

Then, after procession through the house singing farewell songs, I set the cub onto the pyre. I had soaked the pyre with herb infused vodka, and away the cub went.

Farewell little cub! Speak well of me!

The air filled with the scents of cedar, native sage grass, wormwood, elm, cinnamon, anise, sweet grass, and chamomile. The smoke enveloped my entire house, it was wonderful. 

I sat next to it, and as the sun was setting I sent the cub back to the Bear Mother.

After, I headed inside for some Fate work.

I warded my house and home anew for the new season ahead. 

And so, the remainder of my day will be spent in divination, to see what lies ahead in the dark. I hope all of you have a wonderful evening filled with good news, good company, and good food!

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Round and round we go…

Boy, it’s… Been. 

I have changed, one night in February, after my sacred feast, I went into trance. Once there, the Bear Mother proceeded to rip me to shreds. Then, I blacked out. 

When I came to, I was on my floor in my bone room with a bloody nose. I felt different. The room was still, the candles were still burning as stumps, no noise. It took the rest of my weekend to feel somewhat normal again. The tiles in my ceiling fell in, and I looked around wondering…. What just happened.

I felt like a cold soda can fresh from the vending machine.

So, a week later I venture forth again. I found out, my kith was changed. It is now a weasel. I am still to this day adjusting, and the permanence of this is hitting me quite hard. We’ll see how this goes.

I moved. I live in town now, with a nice private area to work outside. I planted a backyard garden, and blessed a skull to The Ploughman to guard it.

So, after I gave the rites to The Ploughman, my yard went from dirt…

To the frakkin’ Jungle Book. Baloo? Mogli? Ya there?

My landlord was stunned. Well, that’s The Ploughman for you. That, was two day growth. Just… Boom.

So, my bone room is running nicely. Lost a bone on my book yesterday after my outside Work, sigh. On my conjure table is my bone box, for my mink. It works superbly well.

Made my Nothing Post, or Niding Pole. One name is already there, I really hope it doesn’t grow in numbers. We will find out, one way or another. Sadly, knowing how folks are… Probably.

Learning a wonderful wind instrument. It works well in dealings with the weather. Unless… The Avian Lord gets angry. And plus, Zelda yo.

Yes, for two months my area was racked with tornadoes. He was pissed, livid. I heard the sirens in my dreams. I tried with mink to find out why, but his angry silence prevailed. One night, while bunkered down and the angry winds screamed, a flash of lightning hit my eyes and a quick image showed itself. I saw a pool of blood, and feathers. I hadn’t a clue what it meant at the time, but I was sure as shit going to find out. 

I asked around, and a rumor of a couple visiting parks at night (The Avian Lord’s time), and taking a machete to the geese and putting them in the trunk to take home. Geese, are one of His sacred creatures. I informed several officers, and from what I hear they were caught weeks later. Now, the weather is rain, with some flooding in the region. I don’t know if my part did it, but his rage is in fact lulled. I’m glad it wasn’t me that angered Him. Phew. 

Firing up the forge again now that the angry thunder isn’t forcing me to bunker down. Been wanting to scratch that itch for some time!

And, in my new home and new town I met a very different kind of spirit of the place. A cricket spirit, that was happy I was in the area. Spooked me at first, because I have learned that many spirits who are nice right up front have talons hidden beneath. But, after being here for some months, she actually is a nice spirit. Huh. How rare is that?

So, it would appear that I am in an alright place, as long as people can stop murdering park animals. Hunting is one thing, this was just bizarre.

And I have a lovely fire pit that I can use my rauchstocks with. This fire was to cleanse the pit from its origins. On Litha I was able to cook all of my food on the sacred fire, and had a very sacred meal. 

So, there you have it. I hope I get time like this to blog again, it would seem They are giving me a much needed reprieve. And, I am going to soak it up like a dry sponge, this go-round. Now, if you shall, I am off to play my ocorania. 

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My Folk Magic

I have been reading some blogs, and my brain is whirling. What is my own magic in actual words?

It is my ritual blacksmithing, the chants and work that I do to create ritual tools, knives, spears, and now hatchets. Once my freight arrives my metalworking will be taken to a new level. It is my ritual powders that I use to work with the world around me, inhaling my sacred smokes and sharing them with my Ancestors, feeding my Artificer that works with me and protects my home. It is the coffin nails imbedded in my Nothing Post, whiskey imbued with mugwort, wormwood, and mullein stalks to drink with the wandering dead. It is my ritual beads being used in chanting as I walk down the street, of visiting forgotten crossroads by the light of the stars above me. It is the art of being primal in a country setting, on the fringe of society – tucked out of the way.

And even that doesn’t cover it. My brain will be swirling for a bit on that. Such a simple question cannot be so simply answered.

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