Her job, is to watch over the bones and travel with them; which is why you see her present amongsymbols displayed during any Dia Da Los Muertos celebration. For a more in-depth explanation of her symbols, I refer you to my article entitled
Mictecacihuatl, Sante Muerte.
Ancestor worship, in the context of occult practice - shapes your reality. Many, find comfort in keeping the memory of their lost lovedones alive, by honoring their memory in a ritual manner. I miss myfather like crazy but my practice serves as a reminder that I could dieas young as he did at age 48.He died of natural causes, he went to sleep one night, and justnever woke up. The Death Certificate reads:
. It isnatural to die, so you must work against nature - to
Nature, is not your friend. At every turn, it’s out to get you.Nature is Satan’s Church. When you live against it, you areacting as the adversary to the adversary. Some of us out therein the world, are actively seeking to exceed normal and naturalparameters of reality. In past articles I have discussed mypersonal feelings on the terms paranormal and supernatural.The way these terms are used, and what they imply - I findoxymoronic. The unexplainable, isn’t really exceeding natural or normal parameters - its just unknown, or yet to be explained.
Foras, Demon Portrait, by SIN JONES
Allow me, if I may, to take you on a journey; into my past.Perhaps then, you may begin to understand.When I was 29 years old, I began actively hunting for a house. The perfect little abode to call my veryown. I looked at countless homes, and it wasn’t until I arrived at my present residence, did I find it.During the closing, the previous owner commented - that when she saw my name on the application, she
I would be the person to buy it. How did she know? We shared the same last name. Her maidenname was Jones. To her, this was a sign. I just nodded and smiled, for me this was purely coincidental.The reason I chose the house, was it had all of the elements I wanted that were on my check list. Agarage, so I could turn it into an art studio, a back yard bigger than a postage stamp for trance work,and digging in the dirt, a fireplace, and an eat-in kitchen. Discussing it with my real estate agent, sheasked me if I believed in fate. I told her, that our actions drive outcomes and I don’t think anything is pre-destined.“
No matter how weird things are, they can always get weirder. The word weird, is rooted in wer- to turn or bend. The weirdness then, is the bending of yourself. The self, can appear constant, but like the 3 Fates, there are parts of you that are not known, until someone or something touches the pulse of that portion. The destiny of man (Wyrd), may be pre-determined by that catalyst at first glance, but you have the power to tempt the fates. Do you revel against it for the sake of that alone or do you allow yourself to