Welcome to my Shop of Works and Wonders, through which I mean to offer an eccentric world of oddities, found magical items, stories, and a trail of crumbs through the forest. This may be the last few months that these services will remain open, due to the pathways my own life is taking through the forest. If you wish to come along for one of these courses my current arrangement is to ask you to join my Patreon as a free member. This will allow me to offer a certain amount of interpersonal discussion, for those who want it, over at the page. Everyone else should put together a single private message to me for each part of the Work. Let me know how you’d like me to respond? Would you like advice? Would you like just to be heard and witnessed? Give this part some deep consideration, before you decide.
BY ROBERT JOHNS
Put together the glorious monster of your completeness. Here I offer of research, coven material, and lived-experience that is not under oath. Here I offer people a place to shed their skins, and like the Lindworm find their way through milk washes and scrubs of the deep psyche, to return to bed with the true beloved of their soul. I take them to the Bower of the Red Beast of the Rose Queen, through the dark corpse roads of Folk Necromancy and along the Crooked Green Path.
A proper conversation (Face Time or Discord preferred) about the Work, whilst receiving a reading from me to help you dive deeper.
A conversation at a more gentlepersonly pace, with the same reading as the hour long session, except unpacked more slowly and leisurely.
The rider upon the red serpent beast calls you, to follow Her to the Bower, where her midnight garden of hidden joys resides. The Mysteries of the Rose Queen are largely secret and sacred, but there are some outer petals of her ways that can enhance sex, love, and most importantly sex with spirits. Come with us to the Oasis and meet the glory you hold inside.
I've lived in a world where wells, springs, hills, and standing stones hold part of our soul-story, where folk healing is about intimate communion with Place. Where Ghost Roads are still known and travelled, where the boundary between Place and the ancestors is barely non-existent, but I also know what it’s like to be standing on kunanyi in Van Diemen's Land with all her sorrows in a sack to sort through. Alienation from Place is an ill we all face, and in healing it we heal ourselves.
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