Imbolc

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Confirmation bias

Published May 10, 2017 by Lunapo

Keeping this blog has been a blessing in so many ways. It has allowed an outlet for some really dark days and a place to share some really light and happy moments. It’s also been an electronic journal that lets me document and relive my own personal history. I am open, honest, and truthful here because the main point of writing is for myself- to learn and grow and continue flourishing.

There is one piece on this blog, however, that isn’t honest and truthful because I was lying to myself at the point of writing it. And I have been lying to myself for the past few months. I allowed myself to verbalize the truth to some special people Magickal things started happening all around me.

But lets take a step back and review some history.

In August 2013, someone spoke to me in a night while I was struggling with nursing Witchlette. She was but a month and a half old and we had a tough night. A female voice, whom I later attributed to Frigg, came to me that night and calmed both Witchlette and I and I had successful nursing situations with Witchlette for the remainder of her nursing sessions as well as successful nursing sessions more often than not with Witchling.

Two years later, as I am ebbing and flowing through all sorts of emotions and life transitions, with everything waning and just going through the motions, I was given a gift in the form of a feather which, with basic research and meditation, I attributed to a being from Frigg.

The following February, at a private Full Moon rite, S wrote a very powerful moon ritual which invoked Brigid, gave me a powerful message, “She has another name. Find her other name, and left me that night and all the next day with my crown chakra tingling. 

The same feeling, looking back, I had when I affirmed Frigg had come to me that night with Witchlette. 

The same feeling, looking back, I had when I found the feather. 

Everything came back to Frigg. Everything. 

So that tingling feeling I had that night. The message of Brigid having another name. I affirmed at that moment it wasn’t Frigg because that would be too obvious. That would be my insticts creating what I want to believe, not what truly is there. That would be Confirmation Bias: I believe only which reinforces what I already believe. 

I fought against it so hard. I read and researched and found my “answer“. Brigid and Sif both are related to the Rowan tree. That was enough for me to state. 

And I’ve been struggling to connect ever since. With anything and anyone. 

Because I was given this awesome gift and I fought against it, lying to everyone including myself. 

One Friday in April, after discussing my frustration of only being on this Nordic journey for a few years and already being out of Asynjur material, I was given the name of a few books, including Norse Goddess Magic: Trancework, Mythology, and Ritual by Alice Karlsdottir.  It is a testament to the lack of resources of Northern goddesses and a way to connect with them personally through individual meditative work. 

Pages 72 and 73 include relations between Brigid and Frigg. Brigid has many commonalities with Holda, who is openly considered to be another facet of Frigg. Of many of Brigid’s oversights, childbirth and prophecy are included. She, like Frigg, is a goddess of the homestead. Imbolc, Brigid’s feast day in early February, corresponds with a time also sacred to Frigg/Holda. The woman of the house would welcome Goa (the second month, returning light) in only her shift and would host a feast for all women on the farm. If women danced at this feast, their flax would thrive. The flax was spun into thread to later be woven. Holda/Frigg first bore flax to the people, teaching them how to sow, reap, and spin. Spinning is one of the tasks which is prohibited in traditional Brigid-centric Imbolc celebrations.  

That’s a whole lot more than a coincidental tree. 

I made this statement aloud Monday night. As soon as I made the statement aloud, my crown chakra tingled. Tuesday, on my way home with my kids, I passed a falcon that seemed to watch us as we drove by, whose underfeathers match the feather I found in my car gifted from Frigg. And my crown chakra was on fire. 

The night with Witchlette at 1 1/2 months old. 

The feather. 

The moon. 

I have been drafted and I am on Team Frigg. Full and wholly Team Frigg. 

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. 

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. 

Tower times

Published February 2, 2017 by Lunapo

Lots is happening.

Folks know about most of it, lest they either watch nothing but fox news or live under a rock deep within an underground dark cave in the middle of the woods- some would say this is one in the same.

Other stuff that is happening is much more local and touches home on a regular.

CotE aka “Magick Circle” is now a transient entity. The Imbolc ritual last Sunday was the last ever ritual at the space in downtown Raleigh gardens. It was a gorgeous ritual led by the church’s High Priestess who, as she always does, did a fabulous job. It was appropriate as the last ritual, being Imbolc and a time of new beginnings, because all new beginnings start with an end. Just as appropriate, the kid-centric Imbolc ceremony will be this coming Sunday. I am leading this ritual and a fellow church member and friend was able to scout out and secure ritual space in a local city park.

Continuing transiently.

It’s been a lot to process and work through. Most of my dedicated Magick Circle time has been spent researching different sites and figuring out what is needed, when, and where.

Throughout these processes, I keep getting signs that the gods are with us. We do not walk through these Tower Times alone.

Over the last week, I have had a falcon fly in my path at different parts of the day and different areas of town at least four times.

Frigga is with me.

I am not alone.

At the Imbolc ritual, as we said our final blessing of the final ritual of our [now] former spiritual gathering place, a large murder of crows flew overhead.

Odin is with us.

Morrigan is with us.

While we walk through the tower times and all that is thrown at us, we must keep our heads high and our hearts and minds opens.

 We are not alone.

Imbolc dinner blessing

Published February 1, 2017 by Lunapo

Before eating, after blessing our meal, we talked about Imbolc being the return of the Sun. Witchlette spent time at school playing outside feeling the Sun’s rays. Witchling did the same. Hubby and I both worked indoors today and didn’t get to spend much time outside. We did get to enjoy our drive to and from work with the Sun, something we didn’t get to do just last week. 

After eating, we did a small ritual 

May the Sun continue to bless us

In all that we do

With all of the seeds that we may download

Literal or metaphorical

So mote it be

Blessed be. 

Imbolc Blessings

Published February 1, 2015 by Lunapo

Blessed Imbolc to all!

May the rest we have taken this winter and the seeds we sow this spring bring us plenty in the coming year.

Whether you will be planting literal seeds, in the form of a new garden, or metaphorical seeds, in the form of learning a new task, may all of the efforts you have put forth prove to be fruitful.

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