Stephanie Cianfriglia / Sapphire Crimson Claw / Yarrow Brown / the-ghost-fucker / transmascdruid / anarchoenby77 / darktwistedpussy / Druid of Endicot - Xe/xyr ghost-fucker, womb wizard, hand sanitizer sommelier, trans-boomer, violently abuses her elderly parents, has sexual fantasies about raping children

[Aunt Carol]

And you don't just "sit outside", you sit on the haugr (burial mound) of your ancestors. So basically you're sitting atop a grave for three days without food or drink. And we all know what happened the last time Staph told us about a ritual in the cemetery.

The cops wouldn't hassle her if she had her vigil on Pete's grave. Maybe when Stephanie wussed out at six hours, a disgusted Freya would raise Pete as a cat-draugr and he could bite her toes off.

 

[Sparkle Sloth]

No, you fucking retard, the customary is 72 hours*. And you don't just "sit outside", you sit on the haugr (burial mound) of your ancestors. So basically you're sitting atop a grave for three days without food or drink. And we all know what happened the last time Staph told us about a ritual in the cemetery.

We also know what happened the last time she fasted, so… it’s an all around train wreck, truly…

 

[Pee Your Pants]

A boring news day for Staph because she's been resting up for her utiseta.


Man... What the fuck is she doing for those six hours without social media. Can't wait to hear tomorrow how long she lasted. I look forward to seeing the vlog. It would have been incredible if she did a livestream of the whole thing.

 

[BoobWhiskers]

There is something so damn funny to me at the idea that she's making a video of herself sitting in the dark. That's just so classically her.

It's nice summer weather. I think there's supposed to be a meteor shower this weekend, and the moon is pretty full. You don't need it to be some woo pagan thing to just sit outside and enjoy the night.

That said, I'm going to laugh my ass off if she gets eaten alive by mosquitoes.

 

[a hapless toad]

The idea of her using a timer is killing me. Gods forbid she go out and practice her nonsense until it feels complete. Nope, 6 hours on the dot. Also did she toddle off into the "forest" around 8pm? Meaning she'll be done at 2am?

She'll be home before the bars close in NYC.

 

[it's pronounced gif]

Good thing she rested up beforehand for the arduous task of sitting for hours.

 

[moorhen]

The idea of her using a timer is killing me. Gods forbid she go out and practice her nonsense until it feels complete. Nope, 6 hours on the dot. Also did she toddle off into the "forest" around 8pm? Meaning she'll be done at 2am?

She'll be home before the bars close in NYC.

I bet she’s in that patch of trees that’s behind her apartment. Which is hilarious because it’s not very big and people will definitely be able to see her in there.

I bet her neighbours think she’s legitimately retarded.

 

[Aunt Carol]

It's nice summer weather. I think there's supposed to be a meteor shower this weekend, and the moon is pretty full. You don't need it to be some woo pagan thing to just sit outside and enjoy the night.

This does unironically seem like a nice little adventure for Stephanie. Outdoors, good weather, no Internet slapfights or gooning for an evening. Just a light jacket and a sit-upon and I'm sure she'll have snacks. It's like being a Wiccan "solo practitioner," except she's being a middle-school sleepover solo practitioner. (Or just recapitulating wherever she went on the 4th to see fireworks.)

The part where this whole thing is supposed to be close enough to a 72-hour vigil to honor the dead, that part's pretty funny. I can see where a practicing Norse pagan might be steamed about it, but they'd probably already have her account blocked for Tom Hiddleston reasons and never find out.

I hope that by the time Stephanie's mom dies, she's worked her way up to the whole 72 hours. I feel like Dad Frigly will appreciate not having to worry about any other Druid rites taking place, and would be pretty supportive of shutting-up-for-72-hours-club.

That said, I'm going to laugh my ass off if she gets eaten alive by mosquitoes.

Mosquitos are exactly the kind of thing you'd expect a folk herbalist to have a salve for. Working or not, she should have something to smear on herself, incense to burn on coals, or a bag of herbs around her neck. Piss-poor commitment Druidery in this thread, I gotta say.

 

[a hapless toad]

sit-upon

Like Staph was ever a Girl Scout.

I will do my best to be
honest and fair,
friendly and helpful,
considerate and caring,
courageous and strong, and
responsible for what I say and do,
and to
respect myself and others,
respect authority,
use resources wisely,
make the world a better place...

I can't think of a time when she has ever lived by anything in the Law.

 

[Aunt Carol]

I can't think of a time when she has ever lived by anything in the Law.

Back in my day, the Law included "to be cheerful." So no argument here.

I think anyone who's gone through a Girl Scout Bridging Ceremony automatically has more experience in "ritual magic" than Master Mail-Order Druid Stephanie. We had different colors of candles and little things to say and do in order and tidied up the auditorium afterwards, which is more than I could say for her altars and ritual adherence.

Actually, maybe that's what's missing from the patch collection on her battle jacket. Fun patches, the unofficial ones that go on the back of your vest to commemorate activities!

 

[Polexia Aphrodisia]

She'll invent some excuse. Like a cop car drove by and she, as a trans bxy, just knew that it was local CopNazis hunting trans people in the streets to exterminate them, so she felt unsafe and had to go home.

 

[a hapless toad]

Back in my day, the Law included "to be cheerful." So no argument here.

Same. I just went with the one Staph would have learned.

(When my mom was in GSA the Law included "A Girl Scout is a Friend to Animals." So that one's out too.)

 

[Pee Your Pants]

New blog post about her utiseta.

Spoiler: Text

To cap off my work with Mugwort, I conducted what is known as an útiseta, or “sitting-out.” This is exactly as it sounds: one spends time sitting in nature over a prolonged period. The purpose is to receive guidance and/or visions to help solve a particular problem. It’s a similar practice to going “under the cloak,” which I have done on two occasions before. However, do to the length of time, it required a lot more planning.

I set out around 6:30pm with the intention of staying within the confines of a certain area of a local park for the next 6 hours. Typically, an útiseta is conducted over eight hours, or from dusk til dawn, but since this was my first time, I opted to make it slightly shorter. I set up at a picnic table under my favorite tree with a couple of hand-painted galdrastafir (Icelandic magical sigil) patches, my drum, and a censer with an incense blend of mugwort, juniper, ash leaves, and frankincense resin. I also brought two bottles of water, as it’s customary to not eat during the period of time one sits out, and a blanket in case I got cold.

Every 15-20 minutes, I would pick up my drum and (at first inside my head while others were around) began to sing my varðloka for protection. Once the sun set, and the park was “closed,” I switched over to softly singing it out loud.

At around three hours in, I took my mugwort capsules, and I began to feel strange. I wasn’t tired, but rather hypervigilant. As the full moon began to rise over some trees, I heard the voice of Loki telling me to don my ritual robe and head towards it with my drum. I entered into an ecstatic state where I began to drum furiously, louder and harder than I ever had before, before retiring back to my sacred space. Following this action, I began to sense the probing eyes of wights around me. I asked Loki who they were, and he only laughed and told me to use my intuition. I asked if they were the elves, as the presence seemed to be staring from the flood-wall, a “mound” in which they could access this world, and he only laughed again.

Around 11pm, something else very strange happened. A man heard me drumming, and he approached me from the street. He asked me if I were a shaman, and, for the sake of simplicity, I said yes. He and I then talked for the next half hour on our spiritual experiences. He, too, had experience with demons, Loki, and other pagan deities such as Kali-Ma, and was known to ingest various substances in order to commune with them. The more I spoke to this kind stranger, the more I felt that his presence on account of Óðinn, sent to me to impart wisdom. The stranger was also fascinated by my drum and my seax (large Viking ritual dagger), which I had brought along with me for my protection.

Soon after he and I parted ways, I felt as if my session were complete. It was at about 11:30pm, so indeed, almost five hours had passed. I began to pack up all of my equipment, and then left one final offering to the local wights before heading home.

This was a transformative experience, and gave me more hope for the coming months.

I know now that I will have the resolve to live through whatever further chaos Loki might have in store for us.

TLDR: Staph goes to a park at night, eats mugwort pills, loudly bangs a drum, and attracts the attention of a man who is fascinated by the dagger she brought along. When she said he claimed to be able to communicate with spirits through drugs, I instantly thought he must have been a drug dealer trying to make a sale. Oh, and she lasted 5 hours.

 

[Poonocchio]

New blog post about her utiseta.

Never more have I wanted to be a fly on the wall or have video footage of this entire thing (presuming she isn't embellishing any of it and was just lurking on alts sat on her ass at home).

 

[often puzzled]

I kind of got the warm fuzzies when everyone started sharing their sit-upon and badge memories.

That is all.

 

[Struggle Cakes]

TLDR: Staph goes to a park at night, eats mugwort pills, loudly bangs a drum, and attracts the attention of a man who is fascinated by the dagger she brought along

This is so funny. Given that she claimed to drop into an "ecstatic" state, I think she was trying to utilize mugwort like it might be used in a "flying" ointment. The mugwort or hensbane used in the salve is obviously poisonous in the right quantities, but in smaller doses can help facilitate trance and deep meditation. However, it needs to be rubbed on the skin to have that type of effect. Taken in pill form, all it will do is serve as a mild relaxant and possibly give the user vivid dreams. The fact Steph is using a plant that is supposed to induce sleep as some type of hallucinogenic/upper is top tier druidrey, lmao.

Also, I've seen enough documentaries to know that religions that practice ritual trance also utilize extreme exhaustion/pain or serious drugs to get them in an altered state. I'm pressing X on Steph exerting that much energy on anything, let alone with the "help" of mugwort pills. Can't wait for the video evidence!

 

[AfghanBlue]

Like Staph was ever a Girl Scout.


I can't think of a time when she has ever lived by anything in the Law.

Hmm. That's different to our one.
We had
"I will do my best
To love my God
To serve my Queen and Country
To help other people
And to keep the brownie guide law"

Quite intensely monarchical honestly. It's probably changed now but who knows.


Amazing that this evening was a "transformative experience" for staph.
It's like, what generally happens if you ever leave your slap fight stinkbed and leave the house.
You talk to people and get some fresh air and it's nice.

 

[a feel]

I set up at a picnic table

Lol. Rofl even.

A picnic table in a public park. Just like our ancestors held their rituals for personal guidance.

 

[BoobWhiskers]

God bless the schizophrenic hobo who stumbled upon our Womb Wizard in the wild and didn't shank her with her own larping dagger.

Do you ever wonder if she realizes how dangerous the situations she puts herself in are? She'll wax hysterical about how the local cops want to fascismmurder her when they drive by on a nearby street, but doesn't think twice about letting a dude wandering around the local park at night who's VERY INTERESTED in a weapon she's carrying just cruise on up and hang around her for an extended length of time. Thank God she didn't get stabbed or raped. There's having some goodwill and faith in your fellow man, and then there's just being willfully naive.

 

[Quack_Quack]

Hmm. That's different to our one.
We had
"I will do my best
To love my God
To serve my Queen and Country
To help other people
And to keep the brownie guide law"

Quite intensely monarchical honestly. It's probably changed now but who knows.


Amazing that this evening was a "transformative experience" for staph.
It's like, what generally happens if you ever leave your slap fight stinkbed and leave the house.
You talk to people and get some fresh air and it's nice.

Didn't change much for Girl Guides, just Brownie to Guide. Camping was a fuckton of fun though.

God bless the schizophrenic hobo who stumbled upon our Womb Wizard in the wild and didn't shank her with her own larping dagger.

Do you ever wonder if she realizes how dangerous the situations she puts herself in are? She'll wax hysterical about how the local cops want to fascismmurder her when they drive by on a nearby street, but doesn't think twice about letting a dude wandering around the local park at night who's VERY INTERESTED in a weapon she's carrying just cruise on up and hang around her for an extended length of time. Thank God she didn't get stabbed or raped. There's having some goodwill and faith in your fellow man, and then there's just being willfully naive.

Guessing she wasn't murdered as she's now the schizo druggies source of fun