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(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.
by David F. Vennells
Llewellyn, 2001 $9.95 US
Review by Daven
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.
by Dorothy Morrison
Llewellyn Publications, 2000
Review by Daven
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.
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.
Megalithica Books, 2007, $21.99
Review by Daven
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?”