Stillfire Oracle of the Listening Flame

02/02/2026

When sound is listened to with patience, the dragon becomes a guide not a force. Emrys Skye
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02/02/2026

01/04/2026

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11/30/2025

Watcher, when was the last time you stepped out of your skin and into the skin of another?
Wanderer, when was the last time you left a pretty pebble on your Ancestor Altar just to show them what you found on your travels?
Witch, when was the last time you picked up each item from your Altar and cleansed it, recharged it, and CONNECTED with it?
Bard, Healer, Smith, when was the last time you looked at your tools, your instruments, your jars, and your hands, that know how to use each of them?
Druid, Heathen, Pagan Priest and Priestess, when was the last time you ALLOWED Watcher to step into YOUR skin and speak of what they Saw on the roads your Gods walk?
Dreams are only a small piece of Sight, but you already know this.
Sight comes when you take off the blindfolds and allow the nictitating membrane to protect your eyes while you Seek inwards.
Sight means looking through open eyes from beneath the membrane and SEEING what nobody else can or desires to.
Those lines on your face are from when you were touched by something so Ancient your skin withdrew from the Energy and it left its mark on you...

Weariness tells the truth about how far you walked with the Gods beside you, and how deeply felt was your conversation with the Dead.
There are no longer any lights down near the Darkest pools of thickly churning water, for the Unformed have gone deeper than you can follow.
Ancestor Dances with your words in his mouth, and spits them back out as Dreams and Memories.
Heed them. You were there once before.
Summer nears for some as Spring begins to fruit, and Winter draws in for others as the same fruits wither unpicked and bitter.
Watch closely.
Activity is often peripheral.
Feed the damned, the cursed, and leave flowers for the blessed and the fulfilled..... Or is it the other way around? You will find out....

Ghosts? Spirits? The leftover Energy of Universe and the Past? Understanding how everything is related and how everything works takes more lifetimes than we have, but we can try to live in harmony with them.
Spiral takes in Energy, transforming it into something we can work with, sending it back out as an Echo. Whether or not we HEAR that Echo depends entirely on how we listen.
Gods are the Immortal translators of the Shadows, and the Elements their Energy. Elementals are the living threads that bind us all together in one space at different TIMES yet in the same MOMENT. See how that works?
No?
Me either, but I don't question what I hear in my ears when it is so Dark my skin bruises from its weight...

Fox

Artwork is Ghosts by Jana Heidersdorf

11/30/2025

11/30/2025

Bring home your name.
Wherever it is that the ground sighs when you step onto it, and wherever it is that the cemetery rises into your gait as you walk upon it, there your name belongs.
Moon watches you walk carefully through the Shadows of distant Kin, listening as the voices of Ago rise as one long Keening.
Bring home your name.
Watch from behind the fire as Water gives up its Dead, and they walk onto the same rocks that refused to yield to the compasses of Stars.
Listen for the Gods as they whisper just loudly enough to drive the listeners to madness, but wait.... there it is, your name, spoken in the Ancient tongue.
Capture the words in the silk of Weaver, and tuck it into the pouch of gut, where you carry it, nestled beside the Nuumite Pendulum that cannot lie. Ancient stone has nothing to hide when it has Seen more than the One who asks....

Oracle Sees. Oracle Scents. Oracle Hears. Oracle Tastes, and Oracle Touches. Most of all... Oracle KNOWS.
Oracle follows their own name, taking it home wrapped in equal parts Sea foam and Graveyard dirt, tied with the hair of a pregnant Mare the colour of midnight and Abyss....
Watch closely and learn.
Witchcraft is working with the Oracles of Gods, and telling them your name belongs only to those whose Blood ran down into the Cupstones millennia ago.
Witchcraft is FINDING yourself lost upon a path in a strange Dream, and knowing instinctively the way home is to call your own name.
Witchcraft is asking Oak for His Seed, and being granted your request, and Witchcraft is knowing which of His creatures watch you take that Seed home.
Witchcraft is feeling your way back from the edge of the Darkest corners of Self through the Witches ladder you knotted into your Soul.
Witchcraft is keeping an edge on your dagger just in case...

Carry your Rosemary and your Sage, your Broom flowers and your Ferns, tied within a small Bay wreath and hung on your belt with your curved copper blade.
Collect your bleached mandibles and string them from staffs to capture words in the Zephyr and repeat them to you.
Paint your hands with Henna, your face with Woad, and boil the roots of Nightshades on the night of the Witches Moon.

Bring home your name, and walk it to your table.

Fox

Artwork is by Yaroslav Gerzhedovich

08/06/2025

The Lake told me she wanted me to bring Her home. She wished to give Her energy to my Protection, as I give my light to Her.



☆Protection and Shielding runestones
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☆ Made from Lake Ontario stones

$20 for a Home Protection set of 4
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Stillfire Oracle of The Listening Flame
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