Cold winter brings the Everfrost and jewels every tree In a forest new as birth and old as old can be A flame~haired dreamer wanders there and shelters from the wind And spins her dreams around the trees to break the ties that bind She takes her thread and spins anew and how the Greenwood smiles As she spins a spell for freedom and for her spirit Wylde
The dreamer finds an ancient oak and shelters in his lee In a forest new as birth and old as old can be Tis summer now and birdsong weaves its magick through her spells And humming bees drum drowsily in the foxglove's bells The dreamer sits beneath the oak with yarn upon her knee And spins and knits and weaves her dreams and sets her spirit free
"When birds fall from the sky and the animals are dying, a new tribe of people...shall come unto the earth from many colors, classes, creeds, who by their actions and deeds shall make the earth green again. they will be known as the warriors of the Rainbow"
Our great symbol for the Goddess is the moon...
merry meet )o( i was doing some re-reading earlier and there was a section on the Malleus Maleficarum, so i decided to read further and came across the Cornell University Library Witchcraft Collection and i admit it made me feel quite ill. i have read what is published of it before so maybe its just my present mood making me feel a bit more sensitive than is usual.
it makes me feel glad that we live in more tolerant (sometimes!) times, where paganism is concerned. imagine if we now had to hide our practices and pretend to belong to a religion we had no belief in (nazi germany comes to mind here and that is not really so long ago). however even now, some folk, when paganism or witchcraft is mentioned, will look, depending on their belief...not scared...but as if something has been mentioned that is just a story, something that does not exist, not even in history. or of course they immediately think of all the negative images that exist, satanism and black magic and are perpetuated by the notion of 'halloween' and all those hollywood based productions that link paganism with the devil.
i once had someone tell me that seth (during one of my pre or post seth concerts!) was another name for satan and for the first time in my life i spoke the words 'i dont believe in satan' and they actually looked a bit shocked. i never actually talk about what i am or what i believe, except on here and via e~mail with someone i have contact with through a pagan website,and i do not 'advertise' what i am but people who come to know me well pick up on a few things and of course it will just become known as a matter of course. but i am honest if asked, and if people are genuine in their interest i will discuss it properly. This year i have that happen to me twice; the first was a lovely couple from scotland we have known for a little over a year and they asked if i minded talking about what i believe, which i thought was really nice. the second was not long after where i answered honestly but got the reaction along the lines of 'oh no watch out she is going to put a spell on you' needless to say the conversation went no further...'sigh' i know the person quite well so i should have known i would receive that kind of reaction, maybe i was feeling quite benevolent and giving her the benefit of the doubt, to react in a slightly more sensible (?) manner. but there you go.
one of our camping groups is having its usual halloween fancy dress camp, although it actually falls before samhain. but i feel quite torn, i love to go and meet up with friends again and of course being away camping, but the whole halloween thing i just cant make myself be a part of~its just so far removed from what this time of year means to me that i cant make myself dress up and be jolly. i seem to have come so far down the line in my personal belief that i just cant do it...heck what a party pooper i have become! i know i should go and just treat it as a party...but i cant, it feels wrong to me.
All things share the same breath~the beast, the tree, the man, the air shares its spirit with all the life it supports.
1890-17 september 1918~France
~a community of persons with artistic or literary tastes who adopt manners and mores conspicuously different from those expected or approved by the majority of society~
''The beauty of the trees,the softness of the air,the fragrance of the grass,speaks to me. The summit of the mountain,the thunder of the sky,the rhythm of the sea,speaks to me.The strength of the fire,the taste of salmon,the trail of the sun,and the life that never goes away,they speak to me. And my heart soars."