As a new pagan in the early 2000’s, I was aware that I ought to have a magical name, but I never gave myself one. Nothing ever fit.
Then, one day, in a fit of pique over yet another Lady Onyx Raven Wolfmoon, I decided to call myself Toad Dandelion.
I’ve used the name on and off over the years, always in jest, but it seems that if you jest about something long enough, it might stick.
Hi, I’m Toad.
Hi Toad. Nice picture. I like your name. I settled on Rain about a decade ago. You are the only one that can settle the personal/magickal name. The monikers of others fit their needs, but the personal name belongs all to you alone. That we choose things with less grandeur says something about our paths. May yours be filled with good things.
In a similar moment of frustration, I may or may not have renamed myself Blueberry Rimjob.
And of course, once I decided to let go and just use my legal name, everyone started calling me Marjorie. Such is life.
I’ve always just gone by Lauren, but I was having a conversation with a friend about my Toad Dandelion alter-ego, and she found this magnificent picture of Toad with her Dandelion Crown, and thus figured I ought to share. I doubt I’ll use it much, but it’s still fun to adopt even after all these years.
“It’s a dangerous business, Frodo, going out your door. You step onto the road, and if you don’t keep your feet, there’s no knowing where you might be swept off to.”
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