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I’m going to depart from standard practice here for a bit as these two books are going to be reviewed together. I think that is only fair as they are supposed to be a set.
I was disappointed with this book from the start. When I opened it up, it quickly became obvious that this was another Wicca 101 book that was really light on the theory and spirituality behind everything and only focused on the “how to” aspects.
There are exercises in here for each of the tools, and many of the tools some practitioners of the Craft don’t even use. I know of few practitioners who actually use a wand (the athame being substituted for every case without problems) but she devotes an entire chapter to the Wand. How to harvest it, how to consecrate it, how to charge it, meditations on it, why one should use it and so on. I’m sorry, I think that a tool consecration is the same for every tool, regardless of the tool. One should not need individual rituals to consecrate the wand, athame, broom and so on.
By Hailey D.D. Klein
Conari Press, 2004 $14.95 US
Blue and deep pink is what struck me first with this book. When you see the cover, you will understand that statement. One could almost say it’s garish.
Bad cover design aside; I opened the book and began reading. It quickly became apparent that this was a book that men were not invited to. Within the first few pages, I saw several references to men who were repressive and oppressive people to the detriment of women everywhere.
I tried to ignore the feminist leanings, as I try to be a feminist myself. But in this case, I felt that I was intruding on a slumber party. Every page I read talked about how women were powerful, wonderful, good, and above reproach. It implied that the only reason that the world was not right was because of the screw-ups of men.
Now, I am exaggerating somewhat, but not a lot. It is very biased toward the feminine. Understandable and laudable in this case, but I think that this point could have been somewhat less obviously made.
Go read this fable. It’s wonderful. It’s up there with the other lessons and fables we teach with.
Originally posted 2005-05-26 13:18:20. Republished by Blog Post Promoter
Message: Lesson 3: History part 1
Author: Teacher – Daven Iceni
Date: Apr 11, 2000 23:41
(Originally published in “The Druid’s Arch”, the Official Newsletter of the Ord Draíochta Na Uisnech in the Mean Samraidh/Lughnasdh 2003 issue, Volume 1, Issue 2.)
What do we usually think of when we hear the word “Bard”? We may normally think of Taliesin, Amergin or some other famous Bard who recited poetry and created scathing satire. A studious young man who was equally adept on a harp and in song, writing reams of verse at the drop of someone’s shoe. We might think of a person who could recite thousands of lines of history or the entire Mabinogion in one sitting.
The reason for these images is simple. Our popular culture has taught us that this is what a Bard was, a songster, a musician on lute or harp, a maker of poems and scholar of history. I think that it’s time for this stereotype to die.
This is a letter I wrote to the President of the United States, the day after his January 20th State of the Union Address to Congress. I was so ticked off and upset by the general tone of the State of the Union that I felt I couldn’t hold this in. I copied my Senators and my Representative of the area I live in. I’m hoping ONE of them could help, that ONE of them would pay attention.
I have deleted some personal information that, frankly, is no one’s business but mine. Other than that little amount of information, this is unchanged. Please note, this is written out of anger and fear, frustration and sadness. I AM sending this to everyone I know, and I’m also sending it to a few political groups and organizations. Maybe someone will listen if I shout down enough wells.
If you would like to see my response to various emails I have received on this page, please go to Feedback.
(Note from Daven: This is a post that I put up on one of the teaching threads I have at Ancient Sites in response to a question about the Astral Plane. It’s a representation of how I think the Astral Plane works. Note, this is my opinion, and what I am comfortable with. It’s what I think the planes are and how they are structured. As always, your mileage may vary.)
The Astral Plane
Heaven. The Summerlands. Valhalla. Mount Olympus. Hell. Hades. The Abyss. Underhill.
All of these names conjure up visions of different places. Streets paved in Gold, and Greek Columns are only a few of many possible views we could have when we talk about the Astral Plane.
All of these places exist in only one place. Mercedes Lackey’s view of Underhill (as described in Chrome Circle) is an accurate description of the Astral Plane.
Different beings have claimed areas of their won and imposed their Will on a particular area and molded it into what they wish it to be. Some have made their areas into havens and others into the realms of nightmares. Some areas are keyed only to those with a specific vibrational state, and some are open to all. Some are traps.
Okay, I’m motivated to write this article by some things that happen in my life.
In the past those who have decided that since I’m not their brand of Pagan (TM), that I’m not any kind of good practitioner or even a moral person at all have attacked me. They decided that I am, in fact, trying to define my brand of paganism for all.
I had several people attack me over this, coming to my site specifically to sling mud and shit, painting me with the “One True Way” brush. I have no clue why since I have never attempted to do this, but hey, I don’t control the psychotic.
As a result of this, I became a reactionary. I went seeking “fluffy” sites, poorly written and designed sites and attacked them. I won’t say that they didn’t deserve it, but my methods could have been different. One of those I attacked was DragonGoddess (and you can find her site at http://www.osage.net/~lwaite).
Well, the wheel turns like it always does, and I changed and so did she. I grew and she did as well. If I helped her at all, then I’m satisfied to have done so. However, the point of this article is this; disagreement can be good.
(By Mary a.k.a. Theresa)
You will need a fairly large work surface that can remain undisturbed for several days.
If possible, it should be done as moonful begins to wane so that the disease is waning also.
Clean the work surface thoroughly. Preferably wood-but REMEMBER- it is will- the trappings to focus your intentions. This ceremony is fairly elaborate because I needed a lot of aid to concentration. It was first done for my father.
Take a shower. Seriously. While cleaning yourself, let the water symbolically clean you as well. Let the mundane world flow from you so that you approach the ceremony focused and clear as water.
(Digression #2. If this were a thousand years ago, you would be fasting and meditating during the filling of the moon, when you ate, it would be small portions and vegetarian only. Heigh-ho for the modern life.)
Spread a clean, pure white tablecloth, or sheet, or scrap cloth (you get the idea) on your work surface.
YOU WILL NEED:
Salt, oil, some type of grain, 2 goblets, 6 candleholders, incense, 3 red candles, 3 white candles and 1 orange candle. (*I used a combination of Cedar, Sandalwood, and healing blend)
[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.