I’ve noticed that I talk a lot but never talk about my practice in specific when it comes with the spirits I work with. I don’t go into a lot of details. Time to shake things up.
I don’t name the spirits I work. As far as I’m concerned that’s fucking rude. I don’t even chain them with nicknames, genders, sex, or anything else. I ask them what they want to be known as, if they want to be known as something in particular. This makes writing about them nearly impossible. How do you write about an individual you can’t name but want to keep separate from the other individuals you’re writing about?
I don’t know how everyone else deals with spirits but the ones I work with lie. All the time. I don’t care. I understand that they may be lying to me and take their words for what they are and could be.
The spirits I see most often are allies. By allies I mean I expect them to shank me in the back whenever they see an opportunity to achieve whatever their agenda is.
We learn from one another. Spirits are not all-knowing (at least the ones I work with aren’t.) They are fallible and make mistakes. And they can be violent, aggressive, and hopelessly cruel. They can be incredibly wise and benevolent. They are not humans. They don’t think the way we do, they don’t react the way we do, they aren’t hung up on the same morals we are. The “rules” do not apply.
That’s actually part of the reason I dislike the Rede so much. The spirits and things beyond that hedge or whatever you call it do not play by your rule book and it’s fucking rude to get pissy and expect them to.
When I say I work with spirits it’s pretty much just me tromping about like a child through a patch of woods. Do I know what I’m doing? Sometimes. Do I get scared, lost, or attacked? Sure. Will I ever stop? Not a fucking chance. The thrill, the way my curiosity is never sated, is addicting. It’s a little like tumblr - you’re never quite sure what you’re going to find.