Wonderful, and a wonderful blog of the other Michelle which i will follow. Reblogging. BTW if there are any herbs you need i have them growing wild and planted, mostly herbs i use for making incenses, let me know and i will mail them to you. Blessings.
MG – great news and about time. Sounds like my fight in this county in PA to have the right to marry and thus to be recognized as legal clergy, which there are long posts of the timeline fight on my blog. Great pics and links also. Going to reblog so TY and Blessed Be ! BTW TWH posted on this also http://wildhunt.org/2015/04/northern-ireland-approves-first-pagan-priest-in-modern-times.html and you may find this Finland pagan news story of interest too http://wildhunt.org/2015/04/paganism-and-heathenry-in-the-republic-of-finland.html
(Patrick Carberry: Source: Belfast Media Group)
I truly believe the Gods have a since of humor. For the first time in centuries, Northern Ireland has allowed Patrick Carberry, a shamanic healer and a pagan priest to be certified by authorities. It was a man by the name of “Patrick” who was famous for bringing Ireland under the Christian fold (even though there were Christian missionaries in Ireland before St. Patrick) and now it is another “Patrick” who is paving the way for the ancient religion to reclaim official recognition. Ironic? Is it not?
Patrick Carberry, who is based in Glengormley, applied to Stormont five months ago to be certified as a holy man. Officials have finally got back to him with the news that he can now carry out religious ceremonies for people who follow Irish pre-Christian religions.
Patrick has been attacked in the past for his beliefs. It is his hope that…
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This blog post by Sarah Ann Lawless with all its links is in my opinion the definitive outline of the various streams of Witchcraft.
Enjoy and Blessed Be !
Both Images from Tumblr Sources
That is one amazing dark poem my lady. We are the Priest/esses if the Old Serpentine Wolf Catt line, in our mammalian and reptilian brains down to our bones and hair/feathers. Blessings and I am going to reblogg this.
Let me clothe myself in shadows,
before I become a mockingbird for you
My wings are not yours too eat, scab and wound.
There are owls and ravens in my eyes,
Lakes of feathers, bristling in my bones.
You cannot tame wildness with a cage.
We peck at the roots and find liberation, for our bones are carved from the dirt.
I am death kisses and soft whispers;
Saturn scents coil around my spine like serpents.
You think that what you see is what you get
but the depths of my soul are inked from the blood of the old gods.
I am not your sin-eater,
I am the madness hidden in a small curl of hair.
We are edge-walkers,
black dogs and jackals,
We are Witches –
Brighter than the sun and
colder than the moon.
Poem Copyright 2015 of Nightshade author of The Purple Broom
St.Patrick’s Day has become one of those holidays that no one understands, but everyone likes to celebrate (just like Cinco De Mayo and Mardi Gras). After all, it’s a great excuse to get wasted, kiss Irish people, wear your best green shirt and pinch people. However, for those in the Pagan community – especially for those who are Celtic Pagans – the holiday has less lighthearted undertones.
St. Patrick’s claim to fame is that he “drove the snakes from Ireland.” Now of course, there were no snakes in Ireland. So this phrase is a euphemism. What it really means is that he is the person who drove the druids from Ireland, since snakes were a sacred symbol that many druids had tattooed to their arms.
Ironically, this patron saint of Ireland isn’t even Irish. Patrick was a 5th century Romano-British missionary and bishop who came to Ireland…
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Well researched, well analyzed from both your right and left brain, and well written and documented Lorna. Fascinating….. Blessings.
In my waking dream spears pierce the night sky opening onto another night filled with rainbows and blinding stars. Battle cries ascend from black fog. In a stained glass window I glimpse a man with a hunched back in a green and mossy gown departing from a picture into darkness. From these images I derive my research on Gwyn ap Nudd and the Old North should begin with the Battle of Arfderydd. This is an account of my initial findings and thoughts to date.
The Battle of Arfderydd haunts Britain’s consciousness as one of three of the most futile Dark Age battles. It took place in 573 and was fought between Brythonic rulers of the Old North; Gwenddolau ap Ceidio and his cousins Gwrgi and Peredur ap Eliffer. All were descendants of Coel Hen. Thus it epitomises the internecine strife that prevented northern rulers from putting up a successful resistance…
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After no sleep at 4am I spontaneously drove north to the Berwick / Nescopeck / Wapwallopen area. I stopped half way up that two hour trip and took an hour long cat nap in a parking lot of an abandoned business distribution center.
Unfortunately i was not able to meet with two of the High Priestesses in the Coven d/t their schedules. I did meet with an old coven member for awhile before she had her son, whom i had never met before, take her to a doctor’s appointment to have her new pacemaker checked out, something i did of course for 11 years. Her home health aid was there and Lady Persephone and I were able to talk Witchcraft openly in from of the aid and the son for a short time, then i moved on.
So i decided to visit Council Cup mountain again after a trip to…
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Photos taken in the last few weeks. All photographs Copyright GLHoke 2015. If you want to know the place, date and context of the photo, please email me at firstname.lastname@example.org though no one has ever done that. It is very late, and i am too tired to add comments, maybe tomorrow. Blessed Be and Enjoy !!!
OK, in the not so bright state of my first cup of coffee and a cigarillo i will attempt to ID some of these pics and their context. Descriptions above not below the pics.
Huge clay pickling jar with blue pentagram at local flea market co-op. Sorry the pic is slightly out of focus, but it was worth photographing it and i did not not the focus being off until too late.
At same co-op a Civil War Calvary officer’s sword and sheath.
Old straight razors. i am bought a cheaper one somewhere else and am going to attempt to use it to same on throw away razors for environmental and financial reasons. I already have the strap for sharpening it like at the old Barbour shops.
Seven miles upriver there was a major AmerIndian battle over a large arrowhead shaped stone that was a talisman of victory in war. This is a smaller version made of stone not native found by the old coot who is extremely intelligent and world smart on his property. I will explore the area and walk the river when it is not like Antarctica outside.
Yea a warm morning here….
Looking down through the old coot’s junk laden yard towards the battle site. Note the beam of light in the pic. It feels weird there and i am getting a chill now just thinking about it.
His old 140 year old falling apart barn he is going to tear down and sell the weathered oak, which is one inch thick, and the old signage for the old hotel in town.
Closeup of the smaller arrow head shaped marker stone. Looks like a dark oil shale stone to me, not too common here, but sometimes seen in this coal region.
Cauldrons of iron and copper at the local co-op. I already have more cauldrons than a Coven of Macbeth’s Witches LOL.
In a town nearby, on a road i have never driven, i found a place where they carve headstones for graves. It was closed d/t his/her father dying. How ironic. Nearby i found these standing stones and will wait a few days to call and find out what the hell they are and who erected them.
Footprints in the snow of the frozen stream of rabbits, birds and a cat walking out to my neighbor’s bridge. BTW i saw prints of a maybe 2 year old bear, not sure what he/she is doing out of hibernation this time of year, but with nothing to eat in nature i am sure it will be hitting the garbage cans, my bird feeders, and any fawns it can run down.
For the first time in 12 years here the stream with all its rapids is Totally frozen.
Goddess altar on the old stump at Snakehenge at sunset.
In the big old outhouse near the Red Lodge aka Black Cabin i am going to raise chickens this spring and here are some of the hens for sale locally, some of which lay coloured eggs. But i can get mine free from several friends, and laying cages for them too, just have to put up a fence to keep out the foxes and other predators.
The deep artificial lake nearby has over a foot of frozen ice, so ice fishermen were out, crazy people i guess lol, and i walked around the middle of the lake, first time since 2005.