Today I meet my death. Looking into its eyes, I know it. It is me. The old me, In danger of rotting Before my purpose is fulfilled. In danger of stagnating, Not letting the heart flow Like rivers of blood onto parched soil. Today, the sickle swings, cutting me down at the knees, Felling meRead more
“She is the Mother, She laces his vest, she sets his sword, She kisses him goodbye, knowing his fate. But wait!” “She is the Lover, She laces his breast, she sets his flail, She kisses him goodbye, closing the door. There’s more!” “She is the Crone, Old and gray, She watches as he fades away,Read more
“Let the celebration begin!” he exclaimed as he entered the grand ballroom lined with party goers. He had been anticipating this evening from the moment that Yule chimed in the New Year. Though immortal, Mercury was aware of the passage of time in the mortal world. A moment such as this must be noted, heRead more
My name is Maria ‘Peacock’ Barrett and I am a WITCH! I was raised in an atypical family where I was encouraged by example to stretch my boundaries and embrace nature, as well as other cultures and traditions from around the globe. Although my parents were raised as Protestants, I was exposed as a child to alternative ideasRead more
Until this spring, when I went off on the road to promote my book ‘Reflections: Grimoire of a Modern Witch”, I had been facilitating a New Moon Sister Circle here in Dayton, using the tools provided to me by the Unify Global Sisterhood Circle as my reference for teaching and meditation tools. As a facilitator,Read more
Today’s Faerie Tarot card is the Queen of Cups. This graceful faerie queen is the picture of feminine beauty and nurturing kindness. Seen here with a great white swan, symbol of the maturity it takes to rule her kingdom, she is holding the Chalice of Life, the cup of the heart, which represents emotions, healing, wisdom, dreams, and the senses. Even her environment reflects her sensitivity and poetic; the sky is blue, the wind caresses the flowers on the breeze, and the trees appear to dance to the sound of the Universe.
As with any court card, this Queen may appear in your life today as a motherly type, 50-70 years old, with light brown (or gray) hair and blue, green, or hazel eyes, pleasant, tender, kind-hearted, and loyal to those she loves. Let this woman’s quiet healing ways surround you like water, easing your pain and allowing you to float effortlessly through any troubles you may be experiencing right now. Sometimes all it takes is a little wisdom from a caring spirit to cause a shift in how we approach solutions. Inviting a little more compassion and nurturing into any situation can bring the shift that is needed for all to flow smoothly. This card can also represent a happy marriage, financial assistance, or satisfactory professional relationships, art in some form, beauty, or an unexpected gift.
Today, may you encounter that mother figure that will heal your worries and open your heart to the song of the Universe.
Today, I am joining my friend, Ponsi, at the Buddhist Meditation Temple in Huber Heights for their open meal. As this happens to be the day that I also do my Tarot Tuesday live feed, I will go early and do the live video from there. This prompted me to want to explore the Temple as a magickal tool.
Temples have long been an important part of spiritual practices. Göbekli Tepe was founded about 11,500 years ago. Its circular compounds on top of a tell are composed by massive T-shaped stone pillars decorated with abstract, enigmatic pictograms and animal reliefs. It is arguably world’s oldest temple. Mount Ecclesia’s Temple with its round 12-sided building architecture set on top of a mesa and facing east, the rising Sun. The modern-day temple is ornamented with alchemical and astrological symbols. The Temple of Hephaestus, a Doric Greek temple in Athens with the original entrance facing east, was constructed in 449 BC, and in the 9th century, Borobudur, one of the largest Buddhist structures, located in Central Java, Indonesia, was built.
A temple (from the Latin word templum) is a structure reserved for religious or spiritual rituals and activities such as prayer, meditation, and sacrifice. The term is typically used for such buildings belonging to all faiths where a more specific term such as church, mosque or synagogue is not generally used in English. These include Hinduism, Buddhism, and Jainism among religions with many modern followers, as well as other modern and ancient religions such as the Ancient Egyptians.
The form and function of a temple is thus very variable, though they are often considered by believers to be in some sense the “house” of one or more deities. Typically offerings of some sort are made to the deity, and other rituals enacted, and a special group of clergy maintain and operate the temple. The degree to which the whole population of believers can access the building varies significantly as well. Often parts or even the whole main building can only be accessed by the clergy. Temples typically have a main building and a larger precinct, which may contain many other buildings.
The word comes from Ancient Rome, where a templum constituted a sacred precinct as defined by a priest, or augur. It has the same root as the word “template”, a plan in preparation of the building that was marked out on the ground by the augur. Templa also became associated with the dwelling places of a god or gods. Despite the specific set of meanings associated with the word, it has now become widely used to describe a house of worship for any number of religions and is even used for time periods prior to the Romans.
The Romans usually referred to the holy place of a pagan religion as fanum; in some cases this referred to a sacred grove, in others to a temple. Medieval Latin writers also used the word templum. In some cases it is hard to determine whether it was a building or an outdoor shrine. For temple buildings of the Old Norse, the term hof is often used. In my case, I am a licensed minister of the Temple of the Divine Spirit, a loosely based Pagan organization that gathers in Nature in local parks or designated sacred groves. We have also held ‘Temple’ (ritual and/or ceremony) indoors at various locations. Beginning this November, we will be gathering at the Mystical Wellness Center for our sacred events.
*informatin provided in part by Wikipedia.com
Demeter – by Kelly Weber
An unfurling of my fingers-
And golden peaches dangling in leaf powers of liquid light
Suspended as stars in the velvet-foam sky the color of the clouds before hail
With apples ripe as desire, cherries turned incandescent under quicksilver rain,
Grow out like dragon teeth from clay-wet hills to spread vineyard hands
Teased by mortal caresses under a sun made of trickster fire
As fields bright as snow-fire and golden as forbidden ram’s fleece
Fill with summer-rich heat moistened by the sweat of the Gods
Playing games among the clouds with the fragile dewdrop lives below.
I was a tree with many branches, each end suckled by a human
While my one root twisted into the maiden shape of youth with new moon hair.
Mysterious femininity, the blood-bond of mother to daughter with immortal-bred eyes
Clone murmurs and smiles as we sat under eaves of barley, alone with family secrets-
Until the jagged fading echo of a scream and the hope-this flowers twirling to the ground
AS the last sigh of innocence breathed away on the wind, rippling death-shocked grass,
Watched the world become white-blind as the ground russeted, still scarred by the crack
AS my ice-blasted demands sent winger feet into tunnels of corpse-crystal
Slimmed by passing souls dragged by the lead-chain of a three-headed hound
Leashed by a man as reluctant a prisoner. To his job as the gravestone refugees
Trapped eternally in droning dimness, searching for some redemptive spark.
Persephone, returned by fleet-footed messenger. Betrayed by six desperate seeds.
Six cycles of the moon, six cycles of Poseidon’s tide in the Underworld with Hades
And maybe a man she was willing to eat pomegranate seeds for after all
Underneath a stone-face of sadness, some heat forgotten by all.
And so, I close my fingers,
Watch the world curl up and wither to a leaf flake in my hand, blown always as crisp dust
On wing edged with icicle rose petals, scalping an Earth shrunk to a pale kernel
In a wasteland winter barren of mercy for tiny buds of flesh huddled on its surface.
But when I look up from it, I smile-
Because I know beyond the brown edged frost, spring is coming again soon.
*image taken from banoramablog.blogspot.com/2011/06/demeter-greek-goddess.html
My name is Maria ‘Peacock’ Barrett and I am a WITCH! I was raised in an atypical family where I was encouraged by example to stretch my boundaries and embrace nature, as well as other cultures and traditions from around the globe. Although my parents were raised as Protestants, I was exposed as a child to alternative ideas ranging from Taoism and Buddhism to transcendental meditation and tarot card reading. As I got older, we occasionally attended a Unitarian Universalist church. I was also exposed in limited doses to Catholicism, Judaism, and a cult called The Way. None of these seemed to fit.
As an adult, the idea of Paganism was introduced to me by a friend. I was immediately drawn to it and its focus on Nature and the interconnection between mankind and the Divine. I was also moved by its astonishing honesty and atmosphere of non-judgment, of trust and love. Since 1989, I have never looked back or regretted my decision to place my feet on this path.