To my previous readers of this blog, or anyone who stumbles across it.

 This Blog has been moved to https://www.diaryofacarny.com 

I stopped posting sixteen years ago when I left the Carny World. The one I grew up in no longer exists. It's all corporate now. All the wild people are gone. 

During the time I was posting, I told my readers I was going to write a book. I did a half hearted attempt, but it was pretty much crap like the blog. Blogging is pretty much dead these days, youtube is all the rage.

One night I pulled out all my old duffel bags and all my journals going back to the 80's. All these memories and ghosts came pouring out, all my magic came back too.

I spent a lot of time learning different forms of divination with a lady (Everyone called her Miss Dodie) from Kentucky who travelled on various Carny circuits over the years giving card readings in her little trailer. I spent a lot of time at her and her husbands home studying under her seven daughters as well. 

I learned so many methods, especially about divining with nature. So, as many lessons as I learned about life, people, and the Carny World, I learned about magic too. People as a general rule don't believe in these old folk methods anymore, that's fine, I do, and they work. I put all my tools away long ago, after Hunnulv returned to Norway.

That night I dug them all out with my diaries and journals. I found my bones, my decks of playing cards (I was taught the old Romani way to read cards) and my old bone runes that were a gift from Hunnulv. I stopped doing readings of any kind for people when I put my tools away.

Hunnulv was, is, and will always be my soulmate. She was a very strong and powerful woman. We were together on the road for a decade, we met in 1986. From her I learned what she called "Rune Magic." 

I didn't know anything about the history, or divination methods, of the Northern European people until I met her. From Hunnulv I also learned about the old gods and goddesses. She was also a very talented sketch artist and painter.

One of her paintings was of the Norse Goddess Skaði. I thought it was a self portrait when I first saw it, and complemented her on it. She laughed and called me silly, telling me it wasn't a self portrait, it was the goddess associated with winter, skiing, snowshoes, and the hunt.

Hunnulv taught me the stories of each god and goddess. My favorite was always Skaði. I think maybe it's because she represents a strength and adaptability I've never seen in a woman before, until Hunnulv. I've yet to meet a female as strong as she was, physically, mentally, or spiritually. 

I did end up writing a book about some of our time together, it's crap, stuck in the second draft on Amazon. It's laced with profanity, addiction, and what's now termed as "dysfunction." but I wrote it from my diaries, and from the perspective of 20 year old me, so yeah, it's pretty messed up.

The story comes through, but grammatically it's a mess. I don't know what my fascination with exclamation marks was all about, there has to be 3,000 of them in it. 

Then I started on a second book called "The Raven and The Seven Daughters." It's about the time I spent with Dodie and her daughters in Kentucky during the off season. It's a little better. I wrote that one from the perspective of 30 year old me, and from my diaries. Hunnulv always called Dodie "The Raven."

My fascination with  Skaði persists. I have a blog dedicated to her here

My blog "The Spiritist" dedicated to those things and methods, is here

The world has changed now. No one cares about the Carny World anymore. There are so many distractions and other forms of entertainment.