Hail Loki! Although I haven't been giving much of any offerings of late, but I want to try harder so to start here's this candle... A candle lite for your greatness, love, intelligence, and beauty. HAIL LOKI!!!

O Dear One, O North Star who returns to greet this great Mother sphere, O Spark that permeates and welcome all home to the heart, the hearth. I admit tonight, though a gift of merriment for the new year, I had made myself more than a fool. I feel the numb, I feel the lose, I feel so stuck and cold. It's as though the magick has faded, my heart feels weighted, my soul, my spirit weeping for the cherishments of wild, sacred, whole, holy and innocent with you. Please help me Loki, Beloved One, I do not know what to do...PLEASE help me to remember you. Break apart my faulty shields, the walls of numb, the ridiculous self righteousness that made me fall and incomplete. Make me raw with vulnerability, seething with flaming tears of love that prove to never follow this error again. Burn me complete, O help rebirth me alive as a priestess, a lover, a womin, a daughter of the Goddess reborn, and held fiercely in the heart of you. Break open away the illusion condured by my mind and let me remember, help me live from the wild innocence of this divine heart. Singing purely with your's. For in mirror of Our Mother's, it is also my cherished home. Please dearest, help me to live mystically, magickally, passionately and in truth. Truth that is absolute uncomprendable love. And never let me let it go, the Goddess go, or You. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you and thank you..Thank you for you.

LOKI-LODUR SOURCE & GOAL, MAKE MY MIND AND BODY WHOLE!

I love you Loki!! Enjoy your snickers. Thanks as always for all you do for me.

Thank you Loki, for listening. There's so much going on right now, most of it an emotional morass from which I can't quite escape; I'm beginning to realize there might not even be a way out. But you are with me. I do not fear the flames... curse the pain, but you know better than anyone how badly the slag needs to be purged. My true wishes, and my preferred methods of catharsis, reveal the darkness left in the wake of years of fear, pain and rage... you, and perhaps you alone, know the depths of that darkness and still meet my eyes. Help me to keep loving, keep trusting... and to remember it is not "what they left behind" that counts, it's what they did not (and can never) take away.