Happy Irish Heritage Day!

Published March 17, 2017 by Lunapo

I am the great grandchild of one of the snakes, a direct descendant of an Irish family whom were more likely than not stripped of their rightful heritage, stripped of Lugh and Brigid, of Danu and Morrigan.

A direct descendant, perhaps, of the Norse-Gaels, who brought Frigg, Thor, Heimdall, Odin, Njord, Sif to the Emerald Isle.

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Yes, you saw that right. On March 17th, I’m daring to say, “Happy Irish Heritage Day” rather than “Happy St. Party’s Day.”

We all know the myth that follows the man. St. Patrick drove all the snakes out of Ireland.

Snakes = pre-Christian Pagans.

Snakes = me!

St.  Patrick is not my saint, as I do not hold any saints dear. It’s just not my thing.

I am the great grandchild of one of the snakes, a direct descendant of an Irish family whom were more likely than not stripped of their rightful heritage, stripped of Lugh and Brigid, of Danu and Morrigan.

Today is St. Patrick’s Day, but, at least in the States, has nothing to actually do with St. Patrick. It’s a day to celebrate “being Irish” with terrible stereotypes like drunkenness and fighting and not so bad stereotypes like corned beef and potatoes. (Corned beef is an…

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Protect the Earth

Published March 15, 2017 by Lunapo

Beware the Ides of March!

Except the Ides mean, according to Roman calendars, the middle of the month as marked by the Full Moon. 

Adventure Wicca, coordinators of Facebook event Protect the Earth, have jumped on this idea. 

Tonight, at dinner, after the meal blessing, we did a special blessing for Mother Earth. We thanked her for the soil in which our food grows, for the land on which our animals are raised, for the waters within her which we drink. Witchlette channeled the prophet Sagan and thanked her for being the planet we live on and our home. 

We thanked the Earth and wished her good will and protection, today and every day. 

After enjoying our meal, upon blowing out our special candle, I led a meditation in which we envisioned the earth as a whole as one would from space. 

Close your eyes. 

See the earth. 

See the green land, blue seas, white clouds. See it all together. 

Envision a glowing green light encircling the earth. This is our protection. This is our love. May she be safe from harm today and every day. 

So mote it be. 

We then extinguished the candle. 

Pomp and circumstance

Published March 14, 2017 by Lunapo

I try to be one for elaborate ritual. 

It’s beautiful when someone does it well. I’ve seen ladies use besoms to cast a Circle thrice. I’ve seen a lady and gentleman cast a Circle with a sword, then invoke male and female deities with Atheme and Cup respectively. 

But when I do it, solitarily, it feels silly. 

I’ll light my candles at my altar, speak some meaningful words, and do my workings whether that’s grind herbs or draw cards, or just meditate. Recently, I haven’t even been vocal. 

Raised as a Catholic, I was taught thoughts are just as powerful as words, and that I was to atone for not only my actions and my words, but also my thoughts and feelings. 

So, I know that the intention behind the actions, words, and thoughts have power. I’ve taught this a few times now. Last night, however, I proved it. 

I’ve been on my Pagan path for 11 years. I’ve only been fully working with the Norse Pantheon, and working closely with Frigg since, for the last few months. The majority of my 11 years, I’ve been a spiritual atheist. I’ve been close with the Elements and know that there is a Divine, but I never saw it as more than energy. I never gave them a name. I couldn’t wrap my mind around a persona living in another realm controlling certain aspects. 

Until I began believing that personas living in another realm was controlling certain aspects. It started by acknowledging The Thunderer during storms. 

Last night, wanting to make a connection to Frigg, to dedicate myself to a path in her honor. I lay in bed, before sleep overtook me, and silently spoke to her through my mind’s voice. Some of it I have spoken before, at my altar. Some of it just came. 

Blessed Frigg

Keeper of women, wives, mothers, and children 

Bestower of blessings of conjugal and matronly love

In your honor, I am a strong woman 

In your honor, I am a devoted wife 

In your honor, I am a doting mother

I live my life fulfilling to me while honoring you

I am a big believer in energy portals on the body, chakras of you will. When I am meditating or casting or otherwise connecting, I feel a warning, buzzing, lifting, heightened sensation radiating from the crown of my head. Last night, despite my voice remaining silent, I had this confirmation of a connection, the strongest one I’ve ever had. 

I then slept into the deepest most restful sleep I’ve had in years. 

Life imitating art imitating life

Published March 10, 2017 by Lunapo

20 years ago, a tiny mid-season replacement called Buffy the Vampire Slayer premiered.

I was in middle school. It was in the same weekly lineup as Charmed (hasn’t aged as well but still mostly relevant) and Dawson’s Creek (which has aged horribly). It was billed by the network as a show for the same demographic: teen girls.

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The show was ahead of its time; it was immediately classic and still has a ginormous cult following. It ended with 7 filmed seasons but continues its cannon with graphic novel of 3 “seasons” with another on the way.

The show is one that was not only ahead of its time, but was ahead of my time. When it was on the air originally, I loved it and I was glued to the idiot box every week then had long discussions with my middle school friends dissecting what we had just seen. What folks were wearing, who was super cute, how unbelievably hot Spike is.

Buffy was my first exposure to Magick- real Magick, watched at a time when I was the leader of the Fellowship of Christian Athletes at my high school. It was my first introduction to loss other than an older relative. It was my first look at love and lust and how they are so easily intertwined. It was my first…everything…

 

When my sister passed away in 2005, I watched The Body (aired in 2001) over and over again with gut wrenching sobs and just allowed myself to feel the hopeless sad and emptiness that followed. As I dealt with the emotional fallout of her death in the following months, I watched Once More With Feeling (aired in 2001), as Buffy just needed to feel. Life was not turning out the way it was supposed to, and I felt hollow, empty, nothing. More than a decade later, as I was reeling with postpartum issues, I turned to The Gift (aired in 2001).

The hardest part to do in this world is to live in it. Be brave. Live.

I use many tracks from Buffy episodes, but mostly Sacrifice, for meditation and yoga purposes.

I’ll never forget the first time I was told Buffy wasn’t for me. I was a freshman in college and I had all of my seasons on DVD with me, and watched them regularly and religiously. Talked with folks who I thought were friends at the time, about our shared love of the show. Was told by them that I’m not what Buffy represents at it’s core.

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It was my for others: for needs and rejects and social outcasts. It was for folks on the fringe and I’m too mainstream.

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Except, I’m not.

I’m exactly who Buffy was made for. I’m the key core demographic.

I’m human. Therefore Buffy was made for me. And you. And anyone who has emotions and lives life.

But don’t take my word for it. Anthony Head (Giles) can tell you all about it.

 

A battle cry for all of us in these tower times

30 days: Turn the key

Published March 10, 2017 by Lunapo

One of Frigg’s symbols is a key. Women wore keys on their belts and, as the queen of the gods and the Allmother, Frigg posses keys to all of the halls in Asgard.

This is my original poem for Frigg.

Turn the Key

Turn the key

Open the door

Look within

But share none

Spinning, spinning,

Weaving, seeing.

Knowing

But share none

Mindful bedtime

Published March 9, 2017 by Lunapo

Witchlette struggled to get to sleep tonight. She stayed up in bed for almost an hour reading. She then felt tired, but was too anxious to relax and let herself rest and get to a point where sleep could take over. 

When I went to her room to ease her, she shared her fears related to her next vacination, that she knows it’s not til she’s 5 and she’s only 3 now but it’s still scary. She doesn’t want to do it alone, nor does she want it to hurt and she doesn’t like the idea of getting a scratch on purpose. We talked about her “inside Avengers” (immune system) and how the booster shots give them extra super powers, how they will make their special band-aids to stop any bleeding that may happen during the booster shot, and that it hurts more when daddy steps on her toes. She had big feelings and she didn’t want to feel them alone. I reassured her that she wasn’t alone and she would never have to feel big feelings alone, but that she does have to rest. Careful not to dismiss her feelings ala there’s nothing to worry about, I kept reassuring her but that just kept going in circles. Hubby’s tactic of talking about the big day she’s going to have tomorrow didn’t work as she informed me all her good stuff happened already this week. 

So I completely shifted gears. 

Close your eyes. 

You’re on the beach. Feel the warm sand under your feet. Feel the cool, gentle waves tickling your toes. Feel the sun on your skin and the breeze in your hair. Feel all the warmth and comfort surround you. Feel the beach. Feel the comfort. 

I’ve never seen her relax so wholly so quickly. 

This is a tool I will be utilizing more in the future. 

Mindfulness parenting ftw. 

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