It's been...interesting


The lost days

It's a long and complicated story that I really don't want to explain. Basically I got arrested and served a 48 hour sentence in a county lockup.

So why am I writing about this on a religion blog? Because there are some things that I took for granted.

To start with, all the assorted power fetishes I carry were confiscated. Everything from my malachite bear fetish to my leather wallet to business card case to my coin holder to my Palm and it's black leather case to my tools and their case to my keys to my black leather belt to my toe ring.

(Yes, in the last year I've finally figured out I have a thing for black leather, but that's another entry).

The inmate uniform was one of "my" colors, but wasn't exactly flattering. I think if it had been orange or pink I would have been much worse.

Only one pocket and that was on the shirt. I'm used to at least two on my pants, plus whatever I strap or clip on my belt. My hand kept going for my belt buckle (a celtic knot) to trace it. I'm pretty sure at least one cellmate thought I kept going for my genitals.

The nudity taboo didn't bother me, but Stars above and Earth below, the filth did. I'm not talking about dirt. I'm talking about filth. Dirt I can handle, the residue of various bodily fluids and the reek of despair are too much.

Telling time is almost impossible in jail. There was a skylight so I could do morning and evening devotionals without too much difficulty.

I could remember the "standard" name for the sabbats, but I couldn't remember MY names for the sabbats. I couldn't remember much pagan music, but considering that the TV was usually blaring, I can live with that fault.

I tried a few chants in my head, but couldn't get into the rhyme or rhythm.

So what do I intend to do about it?

I need to memorize some more chants and songs. Not just for the short term so I can do a rite, but so I can remember in almost any circumstance.

I need to discipline myself to work without fetishes more often, and put "locks" on the ones I usually carry.

I need to rework some of my personal lore into chants so it's easier to remember the details.

I need to come up with practical exercises I can do mostly in my head.

I need to test myself more.

One very good thing to come out of this, when I really needed them, my allies were there. Not in the same way they had been, but then my relationship with them has changed.

Posted: Thu - November 13, 2008 at 02:57 PM
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