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Cakes and Ale

[Covener takes goblets from the Altar and fills them with Ale. He hands one to Priest and one to Priestess. They raise them high.]

Priest: As the Gods give to us, let us share with them. And let us give thanks for all the goodness they pour out upon the Earth. To the Gods!

All: To the Gods!

[Priest and Priestess pour libations then drink. They then pass the goblets around the Circle. The last to drink replaces them on the Altar. Covener takes the plate of Cakes to the Priestess. She holds the plate aloft.]

Priestess: Our thanks to the Gods for the foods they give us. Let us always see to it that aught we have we share, with those who have nothing.

[Priestess offers cakes to Priest, who takes one. She takes one herself and passes the plate around the Circle for all.]

Priest: Let us now sit and enjoy these gifts of the Gods. But let us never forget that without the Gods we would have nothing.

All: So be it!

[All sit and individual goblets or horns are filled and cakes are distributed.

Reflexology for Beginners

by David F. Vennells
Llewellyn, 2001 $9.95 US
ISBN 0-7387-0098-3

Review by Daven

Rating: ★★★★½ 

Please understand something, this book has NOTHING to do with Wicca, Witchcraft, Magick or any esoteric practices that have been part of the occult in the past. This is a book on health, like a book on aromatherapy, massage, or a book of herbs. You must keep this in mind as you read this book.

For those of you who are unfamiliar with Reflexology, it is a preventative application of direct stimulus to the nerve endings in the feet and hands. Still confused? The theory of Reflexology states that by massaging nerve endings in the feet and hands a healthier body can be achieved and maintained, since all nerve terminate in the feet and hands. It is anecdotally proven over the years that it can aid the healing process.

Reflexology has migrated to America along with Acupuncture, Acupressure, Chiropractic treatment, bowel health, warmed stones, Shiatsu massage and other forms of good Eastern pathways to good health. Herbal supplements have nothing on some of these disciplines.

This is a book for beginners of this discipline. It has a lot more information than just “how to”, but those critical instructions are there.

Yule

by Dorothy Morrison
Llewellyn Publications, 2000
ISBN 1-56718-496-0

Review by Daven

Rating: ★★★★☆ 

This is another in the “Sabbats” offerings from Llewellyn, and it lives up to the same high standards as the previous titles in this series.

Dorothy Morrison is a wonderful author with several innovative ideas that I found truly refreshing. Considering that this particular season and holiday is probably THE most written about holiday in the Western World, that’s saying a lot.

For example, she has an innovative method of harvesting a Yule tree. First she finds the tree and makes friends with it. Then on the day she wishes to cut the tree, she asks the tree to move it’s spirit deep into the tap root, and she cuts off the section of the tree that the spirit has fled from. She knows where that is, and ties a rope around the trunk about 8 inches off the ground. Once all that is done, she cuts the tree. By way of thanks and care for the tree, she then inserts fertilizer sticks into the ground around the stump of the tree to encourage it to regrow the top of the tree. She also comes back several times to give it more fertilizer and talk to the tree. Thus she encourages the trees she has cut from to regrow their tops. I don’t know if she returns and re-harvests trees but I would bet she could.

THE DEATH OF LLEW

A Seasonal Interpretation

By Mike Nichols

Not of father, nor of mother
Was my blood, was my body.
I was spellbound by Gwydion,
Prime enchanter of the Britons,
When he formed me from nine blossoms.
–‘Hanes Blodeuwedd’ R. Graves, trans.

In most Pagan cultures, the sun god is seen as split between two rival personalities: the god of light and his twin, his ‘weird’, his ‘other self’, the god of darkness. They are Gawain and the Green Knight, Gwyn and Gwythyr, Llew and Goronwy, Lugh and Balor, Balan and Balin, the Holly King and the Oak King, etc. Often they are depicted as fighting seasonal battles for the favor of their goddess/lover, such as Creiddylad or Blodeuwedd, who represents Nature.

The god of light is always born at the winter solstice, and his strength waxes with the lengthening days, until the moment of his greatest power, the summer solstice, the longest day. And, like a look in a mirror, his ‘shadow self’, the lord of darkness, is born at the summer solstice, and his strength waxes with the lengthening nights until the moment of his greatest power, the winter solstice, the longest night.

A Field Guide to Otherkin

By Lupa
Megalithica Books, 2007, $21.99
ISBN 978-1-905713-07-3

Review by Daven

Rating: ★★★★½ 


Okay, let’s get something out of the way before I get into this review. In the past, I had considered myself Otherkin. It was during a time of exploration and self discovery, and while I still consider myself a Therian, I no longer truly consider myself to be Otherkin. And yes, I am quoted in this book.

Now that that is out of the way, I want to say that I think this book should be on the shelf of almost everyone who is interested in Otherkin, Animals and Shamanism or weird subcultures. Lupa does an outstanding job with this book.

I can’t really say much more than that. You must be willing to suspend your disbelief a lot when you read this book simply because the concept is pretty “out there”. I know that when I first encountered the concept of Otherkin, I was thinking to myself “Wait, there is a group of people who believe they are descended from human-like animals and dragons who really think that they aren’t human?”

Druidism today

(Originally published in “The Druid’s Arch”, the Official Newsletter of the Ord Draíochta Na Uisnech in the Beltane 2003 issue, Volume 1, Issue 1.)

Well, here it is, Beltane again. Once more we stand on the threshold of the transition between Winter and Summer. “The Long Dark Tea-time of the Soul” as one author put it, is now at an end, and we are moving back into the light. All around us, the Earth has been waking and changing. The plants have been pushing up through the soil, renewing their life, the birds have mated and even now, the chicks are starting to grow. The wild things are leaving the protection of their parents and starting to move around on their own, renewing the LIFE that is this planet.

How are we, as Druids, responding to this? We may feel it in our bones, we may feel the quickening pulse of the Land, we may feel compelled to sing at odd times. Many of us may be forced by something deep inside ourselves to clean the house and air it out, letting the newness that is Spring and Summer come in. Soon we will be hearing the lazy buzz of the bees and the Katydids and remembering the lethargy that comes when the heat climbs into the triple digits. We may remember to take shorter showers, conserve water and to try to make sure that others have the same resources that we have.

No, you are not being psychically attacked

So, you have bad luck in your life. You have things happen to you that make you think you are being attacked psychically? You think that you are being persecuted by some entity or unknown enemy?

Hate to break this to you, but the chances are that you are NOT being attacked. It’s more likely that you simply have some bad luck.

Everyone in the world has bad things happen to them. They cut themselves shaving, they fall down, they have birds crap on their car. Each thing that happens really does have a cause, but it’s not necessarily because someone has it out for you.

See, things like this are misinterpreted all the time. Normal mundane bad luck and consequences are misidentified all the time. I get sick of it since there is absolutely no reason for someone to think that this string of bad luck that they are experiencing is in any way connected with a psychic attack.

The Story of Father Yule

To Rhiannon

From Uncle Bobbie

Many years ago in Europe, Father Yule was a normal man. He worked hard every day to feed his wife and children. They were a happy family. Though they had little money, they gathered each night around the fire and sang and laughed and told funny stories. Then, as the children began to fall asleep, Father Yule would tote each one up to the loft and tuck them into bed. They would sleep soundly and dream of happy things. One winter day the mother took the children to town so they could find gifts for the winter holiday. Suddenly, a terrible snowstorm came along. The snow fell so hard they could not see their way home. They became lost and were never heard form again.

When Father Yule heard the news of his family being lost, he cried and cried. He had made toys and gifts for them and now there was no one to give them to. He searched and searched for his family, but her could not find them. He wandered many miles from his home. He began to see other children like his own but who were poorer than his family was. He was that they had no gifts for the holiday; they barely had enough food to eat. In fact, the children only had one pair of warm stockings. And those must be washed and dried everyday.

Elders

< song >

Where have all the Elders gone?
Long time passing.
Where have all the Elders gone?
Long time ago.
Where have all the Elders gone?
Ignored them every one.
Oh when will they ever learn?
Oh when will they ever learn?

< /song >

(with apologies to Pete Segar)

Another question that is asked a lot on forums and online, and even in various communities is “Where have the Elders gone to? Why aren’t they around to teach us?”

It’s a combination of things, some of it you, some of it knee-jerk reactions due to others who approached those Elders and burned them.

The “good elders” are right here, and always have been. But we learned to shut up when we see posts asking for teachers on forums, because invariably someone posts something asking for advice, and answer, a serious question. Then we spend several minutes to an hour or two writing a post detailing exactly what needs to be done, and then as sure as I breathe, someone else comes along and posts something that is completely counter to what we just put up, and we get ignored. Why? Because what we put down is hard. The other person’s post is easy and it validates the first poster and enables them to be lazy.

Goddess Faces

My wife Mary got a question on this topic on Care2 and she wrote this response. She claims that she has no clue where 99% of it came from.

Ah, my apologies. In my faith women go through four phases in life. Maiden, Mother, Crone and occasionally bridging all three Warrior.

Maiden is the springtime of life, learning and growing, glowing with all the possibilities possible for anyone, yet a girl for potential is not fulfillment.

Mother is more responsible, and having children of her own or not, is a nurturing influence on those around her. She is a woman, secure in her knowledge and place. She is not subservient to men, far from it. She is an equal partner with them. They must have each other to bring new life into the world. The tribe always needs new life.

Crone cannot bear children anymore but hers is the wisdom of age, hard won in many cases. Not only does she have life experience, she has knowledge from the books and teachers of this world and the other. It is her duty to pass on her wisdom to the tribe.