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An author, a Wiccan, a Druid, a Priestess, a member of the ULC, Owner of Erin's Journal, mystic, magickian, DragonKin, Guardian and Transsexual. All these and more describe Erin.
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Review by Daven
One would think that a book on the Ogham by the current Arch Druid of the Ar nDraiocht Fein would be a book a cut above many others, and that thinking would be correct in this work.
I got this book to continue my studies in the Ogham and I was expecting something very different from what I got. I was expecting a work on the divination of the Ogham, but instead I got almost a masterwork on the Ogham Alphabet itself. Contained in this work are examples of the 120 different Ogham sets that the Druids used, with graphic examples taken from the various museums that still have them in their collection, and much other lore on the Ogham. There is information on the Bird Ogham, the River Pool Ogham, and all of it points to the Ogham associations that we have now being a way to remember the letters, much like today’s alphabet of A is for Apple, B is for.
The section on the different types of Ogham script and the different associations that the letters have makes this work invaluable in and of itself. But there is some more.
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.
Magickal disciplines have been around for centuries, all except this one. Why? The Internet in its current form has only been in existence for about 15 years or so, making this a still budding discipline.
Yes, it is possible to cast a spell on someone whom you know only as a screen name and/or IM buddy. It’s not that much different from affecting someone who is standing next to you in real life.
You need no tools, no props, no special ceremonies or special words of power. All you need is your trained will. As always, this is the key to successful magick.
And now, allow me to give you some theoretical background. When you cast a spell, what do you do? You raise the power, you chant the chants, you channel that into your desire, you add any emotions you may be feeling, you state your purpose and you send that energy off. But where does that energy go? Is it a physical thing? Does it actually drain out of you?
Amber K & Azrael Arynn K
Llewellyn Publications, 2001
ISBN 0-7387-0079-7 $14.95
Review by Daven
Like “Lammas”, this book is only about Candlemas, or Imbolic, or Oimelc, or any number of other names you could give to this holiday. The thing that all of these holidays have in common is that all of them fall near the beginning of February, all of them involve fire, and most of them involve a young Goddess or lady named Brigid.
This book looks at those different celebrations, finding the cultural roots inside each celebration, it looks in depth at the customs surrounding the traditional celebrations, from the tradition of Groundhog’s day to Brigid’s bed.
Most of the facts explored in this text are “duh” facts, like Spring Cleaning and Candlemas being about candles as well as Brigid. It makes sense that during this time of celebration of a goddess of Fire and Smithcraft that one would clean out the house, make her bed on the hearth, and reconsecrate all the tools, right? That’s something that hit me up against the head when I read it.
Well, I reopened my store, just on Etsy this time.
Share it with everyone you think might be into the lifestyle. Go buy something if you feel so inclined.
Originally posted 2013-10-21 13:22:55. Republished by Blog Post Promoter
[The Altar and surroundings should be decorated with autumn flowers, leaves, pumpkins and squash, as well as pinecones, leaves, and boughs around the Circle proper. Once the Temple is erected, the Priest and Priestess join in front of the altar and kiss. ]
Covener: Now that the season of plenty draws to its close, let us listen to the words of Rhiannon as she speaks through her Priestess, ___________ here.
[The Priestess spreads her hands toward the people.]
Priestess: My love is ever with my Pagans.
Although the season of plenty draws to a close,
Think not that I forsake you,
For I am with you always.
I watch over you, as does my Consort, The Horned One.
When the dark months descend
Then will Woden hold vigil over you;
As you will over him.
For know you that as Man needs the Gods,
So do the Gods need Man.
[Priestess takes up the Salted Water. The Priest leads the coven members in a dance around the Circle, the Priestess sprinkles them with the water as they pass her. They dance around three times. Priestess replaces the water on the altar.]
The little child whispered, “Goddess, speak to me.” And a meadowlark sang. But the child did not hear.
So the child yelled, “Goddess, speak to me!” And the thunder rolled across the sky. But the child did not listen.
The child looked around and said, “Goddess let me see you.” And a star shone brightly. But the child did not notice.
And the child shouted, “Goddess show me a miracle!” And a life was born. But the child did not know
So the child cried out in despair, “Touch me Goddess, and let me know you are here!” Whereupon the Goddess reached down and touched the child. But the child brushed the butterfly away and walked away unknowingly.
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Take time to listen. Often times, the things we seek are right underneath our noses. Don’t miss out on your blessing because it isn’t packaged the way that you expect.
Originally posted 2009-11-10 01:39:47. Republished by Blog Post Promoter
Listen to the words of the Great Hunter, he who was called among people Herne, Cernunos, Gwynn ap Nudd, The Horned One, The Master of the Wild Hunt, Mabon and by many other names.
Whenever you have need of any meat, once in the week, and better it be when the season turns to Winter, then ye shall assemble in the green wilds and continue the cycle of Hunter and Hunted. I am the King of the Herd, the one who sustains the People in the times of rest for the Earth, and I shall show you the Ancient Cycles again. And you shall be free from civilization, and as a sign of this freedom, ye shall carry a weapon to take your meat with, be it a Spear, an Arrow or a Knife. You shall creep and stalk across the Land, becoming closer and closer to the Hunted, and understanding the ways of the Hunted. Mine is the Joy of the Kill, the thrill of the Stalk and the Praise of the Slain. My law is that thou shall take the weak and the injured, the elderly and the sick, thus to improve the Herd and make them strong. You shall use all of what you Kill and you shall praise and thank the Spirit of that which you have killed, for Death is only part of the cycle of Life, and this child of mine will live again. I demand that you take only what you need and that you replace that which you took whenever possible. My teachings are those of survival and the continuation of the next Generation. I am the Tip of the Spear, the Arrowhead and the Knife’s Edge, and you shall remember that the survival of the Herd is paramount, for if the Herd does not survive, there will be no next generation.
AE: this is the abreveiation for “American Eclectic” in which elements of many different traditions are taken and mixed to form a new kind of spirituality, while respecting the cultures those elements were taken from. Has a strong sense of history and a seeking of continuity. See this article for an excellent discussion of the various flavors of Wicca.
BTW: this is the “short term” for British Traditional Wicca. Normally this is typified by Gardnerian and Alexandrian, but it can be any group that is a lineaged mystery tradition. See this article for an excellent discussion of the various flavors of Wicca.
Emo (an abbreviation of “emotional”) is a term now broadly used to describe almost any form of guitar-driven alternative rock that expresses emotions beyond traditional punk’s limited emotional palette of alienation and rage. It is also used to describe fans of this genre, most commonly teenagers. (e.g., emo kid). The actual term “emo” originated in the mid-1980s D.C. scene, with the band Rites of Spring. The term addressed both the way the band connected with its audience, as well as its tendency to deal more with topics of personal and relationship politics than with the standard themes of rock music.
First Published on “The Juggler”
I think that if I had to pick one thing that upsets the bunnies the most, it’s the fact that most bunnyhunters make fun of them.
Yes, Virginia, there is a reason for it. It stems from frustration.
I feel that it is impossible to NOT make fun of people when they hit the “100″ ring on the “Bullshit target”. That there is a viceral reaction to having that much incredulity dumped on your system at one time and the humor as a reaction is unavoidable.
Looked at objectively, every bunnyhunter will admit that there are times when their attacks and their sarcasm approches the mean. In fact, I can’t think of a hunter who has not hurt (at some times very baddly) the target of their scorn.
I don’t know if this is totally unintentional. But the use of humor for the hunter is a defense mechanism, a way to go “WTF” and to deal with the initial desire to really attack the target. Making fun of the bunny in question, behind their backs and in a closed forum where the bunny can’t be embarrassed by public ridicule, lets the hunters vent frustration and make all the snarky comments they need to to get it out of their system.