First bloom

Published February 18, 2017 by Lunapo

We are beyond the midway point from Yule to Ostara. 

The earth is teeming with early life. 

We have our first bloom. 

These bulbs were planted a two falls ago. Last spring, they sprouted leaves but no flowers. This year, we have two buds plus our first bloom, freshly opened this morning. 

Springtime blessings!

How Ravens Came to be Black

Published February 17, 2017 by Lunapo

How the Ravens Came To Be Black

Once upon a time and long ago, Odin was walking under the branches of Yggdrasil when two ravens swooped down and settled upon his shoulders. The raven on his left was white as the mists of Niflheim (for back then, all ravens were white), and his eyes mirrored the clouds. The raven on his right glistened in the sun like the snows of Jotunheim, and looked at him with bright clear eyes. And Odin called the raven to his right Hugin, which is Thought, and the other one he named Munin, which means Memory.

As the days passed, Hugin and Munin matched the Allfather’s curiosity for everything in the Nine Worlds, flying around and watching and listening to whatever they could, and in the evenings, they returned to him to tell him all they had seen and heard in the long hours of the day. They told him about the slow thoughts of the mountains, the colorful and ever-changing memories of men, and the sound of the song in the heart of everything that lives.

And though Odin delighted in the knowledge they brought, he always felt they had missed something, and he said, “That was much, but not yet enough. Tomorrow you must fly again. Try to rest now.” And the ravens slept uneasily, not knowing what they had missed, and every morning, they flew out again.

There came one of many evenings after another long day when they had once again seen all that Sunna’s shine could show, had listened to all men’s bright thoughts in Midgard, and read their waking memories, when Hugin said to Munin, “We cannot return yet. It is not enough. We must go farther.” And they flew on into the night.

And Hugin flew through the dark dreams of mankind and heard their thoughts which they dared not think during the daytime, not even before themselves. He winged through the black void between the stars where there was nothing at all, and on to the twilight world of the future, where there is equally nothing and everything at once. And when he returned, his feathers, from tip to tip, were black as the night.

And Munin flew through the minds of men into the shady corners and cellars where they had hidden all the things they did not like, and locked them away, saying “I do not remember.” He soared through the sightless void of Ginnungagap, and on and on until he arrived at the ashes of Ragnarok which obscured this age from the next. And when he returned, his feathers, from beak to tail, were as black as soot.

The ravens returned to Odin just before the break of morning, when the night is at its darkest, and when they settled back on his shoulders, he knew all that they had seen, and they did not need to tell. And he understood what had been missing, and nodded, and said, “It is much, and it is enough. For tonight. You may rest.” And the ravens blinked drowsily into the first rays of the rising sun which glinted on their now black feathers, tucked their beaks under their wings, and slept very well.

Since that time, all ravens have been seen to be as black as a shadow on a starless night. Very rarely it happens that somebody catches a glimpse of a white raven, and should you ever be lucky enough to see one, you’ll know that you have wandered far off and back into the land of memory, before ravens came to be black.

The next day

Published February 12, 2017 by Lunapo

Woke up this morning feeling very well. Despite Witchling being up twice overnight and it being my turn to tend to him, I wasn’t sleepy upon wake. 

This morning we went to Rise for breakfast, then to the circus with Hubby’s parents. 

I was very impressed with the lack of whips and force put towards the cats. The man had a long stick with a pointy end which he used to scewer meat and feed it to cats upon completion of a trick and an even longer stick with a frayed string at the end. 

This, but imagine a much bigger kitty

Witchling took a nap on me for the tail end of the show, as it was nap time and he was ready. The four of us got home and Hubby and I split the kids. He and Witchlette went driving, Witchling and I went to the playground. 

Witchling climbed the steps, crawled through the tunnel and made his way to the biggest slide. Twice. Third time he went back and forth through the tunnel. Then, after asking to get down, he walked to the gate and said bye bye home. I asked if he wanted to go for a walk or go home, and he said walk, so we took to the trail. 

Shorts in Feb!

When I stop for long moments, I still have a tingle. All through the woods, I could feel the vibration. 

During our meditation, after connecting with Her and feeling Her presence, I was told, “She has another name. Find her other name.” I did some reading this morning, and I feel I may be onto something. More reading is needed and I will share my discovery. 

With great power

Published February 11, 2017 by Lunapo

Today was a hugely Magickal day. Today, I led a CotE class on spell writing and Circle casting with a strong focus on intent and owning one’s own personal power. 

Tonight, I believe, is the first of many nights. 

As CotE is on night hiatus while we locate our new permanent home. Tonight, a small group of us with whom I have found some kindered spirits gathered for an evening meal then performed a moon ritual invoked Bridget. 

There was so much power with us together…I am still tingling with the power for which we were conduits. She who wrote the ritual, did so with beauty and grace. The four of us had a truly joyful time together, before, during, and after our rite. 

Next month I am writing the rite and she who wrote this evening will be hosting. 

Still tingling with just as much intensity and it’s been three hours. 

Challenge book 1

Published February 4, 2017 by Lunapo

This year I joined the 2017 Witch’s and Witchcraft Reading Challenge. 

I have completed my first book. Well, book series. 

In 2008, I began reading the House of Night series. I read books 1-9 and half of book 10 before Witchlette was born. I haven’t read novels for pleasure since then. In joining this challenge, I knew I wanted my first “book” to be the tail end of this series. 

The story takes place in an alternate Universe where Vampyres are real: a separate species that evolves from humanity and this evolution takes place without siring but bather through Marking. The Vampyres as a whole are very spiritual beings very devoted to their goddess, Nyx, and participating in very Wiccan rituals. The plot follows Zoey, a high school student who has been Marked. She very quickly becomes a favorite of Nyx with an affinit to all 5 elements. Her closest friends make up her Circle and each has an affinity to one of the Four natural elements. Her group expands over time to include a former mean girl turned prophetess, a warrior boyfriend, a fallen angel foe turned ally, a few unnatural beasts, and some nuns. Her story becomes more complex as the evil professor, the big bad for the whole series, tinkers with the growth of young Vampyres and making her own new breed of Red Vampyres, compared to the typical blue Vampyre. The setting is Tulsa, Oklahoma at the finishing school for Vampyre Fledlings as they complete the evolution, called the Change, and learn about their history and culture, and take classes such as Magick, horseback riding, archery, and drama in addition to literature and history. We learn that most of the most beautiful/famous people have been Vampyres, like Cleopatra. 

The big bad is the evil professor, who evolves herself to go from Vampyre priestess and head mistress to evil witch to immoral darkness. As the series goes on, the book becomes slightly more predictable when it relates to the evil professor. It reaches out to Zoey’s Cherokee heritage and relates to the Magick found in Tulsa native people. 

A huge missed opportunity is with the taking on of the fictional Westboro Baptist, called People of Faith who are against the Vampyres and dismiss the evolution, which is depicted as something akin to natural progression, as evil and unclean. It seemed during the first two books, the authors were going to go down the road of looking at faith as follow what I believe to be good in my idea of good versus faith in something else and being a good person. Zoey’s stepdad is an elder of the group and wants to bring her to them after she is Marked because they can “save her”. The topic is revisited in the second book, but is not mentioned again until the end, and only then in passing. In book 8, we learn Zoey’s mom left her husband because of his infidelity she tries connect with her daughter. This is the biggest form of proof that the “faith” doesn’t practice what they preach but it is not done explicitly. I understand why- books that seemed as if they directly targeted a mainstream faith would be received in very poor light. But it is still a missed opportunity. 

The best line of this series is “Not everything dark is evil and not everything light is good” in an attempt to break the typical align met of good and evil. Even though the Vampyres worship the goddess of Night personified, and she exudes light and love rather than darkness and selfishness. 

I have already pre-ordered Norse Mythology by Neil Gailman as a follow up to Myths of the Norsemen by H. A. Guerber and Gods of Asgard by Erik Evensen. 

Traditional alignment

Published February 3, 2017 by Lunapo

Yesterday was groundhog day. Phil saw his shadow, informing us that winter is still six weeks away. …which it is, as there are six weeks between Imbolc and Ostera, but it will feel like winter for these last six weeks. 

However, it was also nearly 70 degrees on Imbolc. 

Both tradions agree, it will be cold between now and Ostera. 

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