Breakfast With the Gods

Blundering through the sacred

Magic(k), Black and White and Read All Over

I revisited an excellent blog, called Rune Soup, written by a chaos magician (more on that it a bit). More importantly, he’s damned funny (no pun intended).  And since when you have a concussion you are not supposed to read anything, or stare at a computer screen, I was delighted to see that he has a podcast (also not allowed but is the lesser of these other evils).

I listened to an excellent interview with a guy named Jake Stratton-Kent, a goetic magician. What piqued my interest was the discussion of these old manuscripts called the Grimoires – apparently there are many of them, written hundreds of years ago.

I really knew nothing about the subject. I have of course come across the term ‘magic’ before, in the context of witchcraft, you know, standing in a circle, spell casting, black candles and love potions. But, really overall, that’s as far as my knowledge goes and until now, my interest.
I think I:
1) have never taken any of it seriously and
2) have been put off by the gothy stereotypes and
3) well ok maybe it all creeps me out a little bit.

But I got curious this week because I kept coming across terminology that I have heard before but never knew the root of, like chaos magic, The Key of Solomon, Kabbala and sorcery in the real world sense. And I wondered how does all of this compare and relate to witchcraft and shamanism? And where do I personally sit with all of it?

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Aaah. The inter-webs sends me on rambling inspired journeys. I’m not sure where this one started. I’m sitting at home in bed with a mild concussion this week. I seriously hit my head on the car door, Yes, only I, Sky can get whiplash falling out of bed (another story) and a concussion getting into my car. […]

via Magic(k), Black and White and Read all Over — SpiritMAMA


Update Summer 2016

Hi guys. As my path meanders on I find that this blog isn’t where I’m at anymore. Or rather, it covers only a small portion of where I am at. I started it four years ago after all, when my son was still a baby. This week he turned 7! Much has changed.

For one thing and perhaps most importantly, I have answered my burning question, the reason I started this blog in the first place: ‘What are the gods?’

And the answer? Well, there have been a few that have quenched my thirst over the years. A few will do. But, mostly through my studies I have been convinced that they do exist in some form, or maybe as a combination of forms throughout the ages. What they are now, we can never know – not until we take that final boat ride over the river Styx. But it’s no longer important to me what they are, just that They Are.

As you may have seen in previous posts, I have moved over to a new blog, but was writing at both places. I’m not going to do this anymore. I want to concentrate all of my efforts on the one. Also, I have changed the mission of SpiritMAMA up a bit, to include my more personal praxis, magic experiments and pathway posts – so I can in a sense, bring all pieces of me into one place.

So – please do come and find me there if you are so inclined. The new blog, although broader, covers a lot of the same topics and in fact I think I’ll be moving a lot of my favourite posts from BWTG over there.

Here’s a bit from my About page at SpiritMAMA:

Blogging is like a little oasis in the enchanted forest for me. But I also I’m writing this blog as an offering, to you, to the gods and the land and to the Good World.

Now you may be thinking hey, did she say ‘gods’?

Yup I did. If you are going to read my blog you should expect a fair amount of WOO.

Some ‘this world’ stuff about me: I’m a student of shamanism, initiated into the lineages of the Q’ero of the high Andes mountains and of the White Bone, a reconstructed celtic path. I’m a certified yoga teacher with a personal practice of 15 years or so. I am an animist. I foster a connection with all that is unseen. My ancestors guide me.

10 years ago I became aware of the state of our environment, and how the responsibility for that rests squarely on our human shoulders. I began seeking ways to disengage from our culture of consumption, profit and exploitation of the natural world. I continue to strive to be in the world but not of the world.

A few years ago, after the birth of my son Fox, I went through that early harrowing period of new mama-hood when my baby didn’t sleep for 3 years. We woke up every 45 minutes, 24 7, no joke. Sleep deprivation turned into postpartum anxiety that morphed into OCD. I was counting counting counting things. I was sure my baby was going to be decapitated at every next corner. I had a hard time leaving the house. I had a hard time with anger. I had a hard time with everything.

Then at year 3, when we had finally started sleeping through the night regularly, my health bottomed out. I was diagnosed with Graves’ Disease, an autoimmune malfunction.

Somewhere in there, in the insanity that was 2012 mania and my inner landscape, I built a small altar space on the top of my piano and began praying. Hard. I had not spoken to any spirits or god(s) for years and years – a lifetime really. This is when things began to change for me.

My health crisis reminds me of the story of Humpty Dumpty. I have always said, having a baby shattered me into a thousand tiny sparkling pieces. Shamanism is putting me back together again.

And, I’m different.

I hope to see you over there! And thanks so much for following me all of these years. I can’t tell you enough how much this blog and knowing you all are out there, has helped me, inspired me and kept me on my path.

Namaste (the light in me bows to the light in you)

Sky Bray | Breakfast With the Gods


I have an interesting story – and this is happening to me now. My last post there was from a few years ago. Still digesting all of the work I’ve done. This is a story about how Bear has come to me.

First – I am terrified of bears. Mortally – like a phobia. Not sure why or when that happened. I grew up in a small town in the mountains. We were surrounded by bears. I don’t remember ever being overly afraid of them. I was more afraid of dogs – because they bite. And I was bitten a few times. Bears? You just keep away from them basically.

But as an adult I have this fear. It could be because of this crazy documentary I saw about this bear biologist who got eaten by a grizzly – what was it called? Oh yeah! Grizzly Man by Werner Herzog. Ak! That movie warped my brain. I hadn’t realized that bears actually eat people. Occasionally. Then there are stories in the paper here and there (where I live anyways) about black bear maulings or that time that couple up in the Kootenays ran into a grizzly in the forest and it tried to eat the guy’s head? Oh I know about those bears, they’ll getcha.

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Journey to Huaskar

A journey from the medicine wheel I was in a couple of years ago. Huaskar is the Keeper of the Underworld in Q’ero cosmology.

I went to see Huaskar again on the weekend. It was an interesting experience.

I arrived at the Underworld via the big tree in the middle of my meadow – same as last time. The river Styx was quiet as I rode it down and over a waterfall – to end up emerging on the shore of a lake. Difference this time was the soft sunlight peaking through green trees here and there – so it was not completely dusk, as it has been before.

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2016 I Miss You

I miss this blog.

What happened was, I wanted to start writing about being a mom more, kind of like a mom-blog, but that didn’t feel like it fit here on Breakfast With the Gods – the point of which was to write about my burning question, “What are the Gods?”, and my journey to meet with them.

So I started SpiritMAMA, a platform for the rediscovery of earth based spirituality and raising kids close to the Mama. I want/ed SpiritMAMA to be about service – passing on things that I have learned. And, about building community and collaboration – this month I had my first submission from someone other than myself! and SM hosted my first fundraising project for the local yoga studio where I got certified as a teacher last year. It’s also about me coming out of the ‘pagan’ closet – an admission and acceptance of what I am and what I believe in and what I think is cool.

But, SpiritMAMA feels much more public than this blog does. Almost like a persona. So, going there to write about my personal problems, process, spiritual praxis, doesn’t feel right.

I really miss writing about that stuff. I miss how grounding it is for me. How illuminating. And also how much it actually keeps me on my spiritual path and in doing my practice. And that is so important! What an amazing tool this blog has been for me.

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After I got Grave’s Disease

Everything fell apart.

But, it really had to. They say disease, sickness, injury come to show us what we are ignoring. Or at least show us where we are in disharmony. For me, Graves made me sit down. Literally. I sat on my couch for months because even the slightest of strain or excitement made my heart race out of my chest. Getting up to go to the bathroom for example. Getting upset at a sad movie. Climbing stairs. Dwelling on negative things in my life. All equaled chest pains and tachycardia.

It’s really the most vulnerable I have ever felt, my heart a timid bird in its cage of ribs, fluttering.

So, I sat. And sat. And my life stopped.

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We Are of the Earth

This morning I did another meditation to speak to the spirit of my disease. This is what came up:

This time when I went into my turret staircase to decent into a deeper meditative space, I found that the walls were not brick anymore, but wood. Not planks of wood, rather smooth wood that went on and on down. It felt like being inside a tree. Inside a tree! I remembered my teaching recently, that the world tree – the axis mundi, is also us. We are the intermediaries between heaven and earth. Was I descending into my own body then?

I saw myself as the tree, with my chakras open and spinning.

Everything was very dark. There were no windows. I spent some time envisioning sconces on the walls with fire in them. Also feeling the air – it was very warm and comforting in there. I sat on the stairs for some time and just rested.

Then, when I asked the darkness, what are you here to teach me? what do you need me to see?

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How I Found My Shadow

After reading this post from my teacher, I decided to try out asking the spirit of my disease what it was here to teach me. For those who don’t know, I have Graves Disease, which is an autoimmune malfunction where the immune system attacks the thyroid gland (roughly speaking). Symptoms for me, fluctuate. Lately it’s been getting a bit worse.

I feel in my bones that this malaise is energetic, or had an energetic beginning. I have felt like if I could just ask my body what was wrong, I could get an answer. It hadn’t occurred to me before to just, ask.

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