Drawing down the Moon

It's so much more Awesome when you're also doing Vigil, and your animals (my dog Spud and my two cats, Ginger and Mr. Orange) want to be there with you. :)  Lying on your back under the full moon with a dog trying to lick you while your singing is just fun and joyous.

So yes, I'm keeping Vigil tonight (for Brighid, my Patroness). Have had a bonfire going for a few hours, since around midnight (it's almost 3:30 a.m. now). :) Did my own kind of ritual, and it's so nice to be outside, with the feel of Autumn in the air!! ^_^

Apparently, between 2:00 and 3:00-3:30, the Moon is right over head of my house this time of year. :) Drawing down the moon is so much more awesome when you're looking at the moon and She's so clear you can make out shapes. Oddly enough, the surface looked like one of those anti-litter signs, where the bubble-headed person is throwing away trash. Try to get your head around that!! LOL :)

I just kept singing a song about Aradia, and my own chant, one given to my by a friend.  My chant goes,

Moon, Moon, Mother Moon

Mother, Mother, Moon Moon

(repeat till done)

The song about Aradia is so fitting, so lovely, and I just felt Diana so strongly.  I don't usually feel her or Aradia, it just felt so incredible to be singing about her.  I loved Artemis when I was young.  Diana is the Mother aspect, and she is making herself known. :)  Here's the song:

I've also been singing to myself bits and pieces of the Florence and the Machine song I posted previously, as well as Lady Isadora's "Come Witches, to the Dance".  LOVE that song!! 

Hmmm...  I felt the need to write, and so here I am.  

I should probably talk about the Vigils I do, I reckon.  To make things more clear:  a couple months ago, I signed on with a great group of Flamekeepers, as part of a program of study with a local priestess.  I am wary of teachers nowadays, since I kept thinking I needed them.  Of course, I eventually realized that wasn't the case. ;)  But she is a priestess of Pan in the Panoleptos tradition, a revival of Pan's worship in today's times.  It's totally new, and so much is coming straight from Spirit.  I felt a need to learn from her, and she agreed to help out. :) We both also happen to have the same Patrons. LOL  That helps. ;)  

So, I started doing a Vigil, which is something done one day every 19 days.  This is something that was started by people to honor St. Brigit, and the Goddess Brighid as well.  They are both so intertwined that there is really no telling where the Saint ends and the Goddess begins!! :)  I will go into the legend behind that in another post.  Suffice it to say that I also added two more shifts, as I also joined Ord Brighideach International, to help my focus. ^_^

Pan was also very present tonight.  I kept seeing Satyr horns (goat horns) in the fire, and occasional antlers (I have caribou and mountain goats as totems).  I also found a wonderful token:  I had recently given something special to me to a spring (need to post that story on here!!), to help it keep flowing.  It was a black walnut slice from Misfit Sanctuary, a local group of people who are near and dear to my heart. :)  It was to invite the presence of Pan to the Spring.  Tonight, I found a replacement black walnut half.  There are no black walnut trees around the house, so I am taking that as a blesssing of the nature spirits and Pan.  :)  And Brighid, as the fire pit is sacred (has been dedicated) to both her and Pan. 

I just have had an awesome night.  So lovely, the crickets singing continuously, the full moon shining over head, so wonderful!!!!  Such lovely energy.  I was so happy when I drew down the moon.  It came so effortlessly, so nicely.  ^_^  I needed that fire, and the calm of the moon.   Going to go back outside to sit and chill by the remains of the fire.  I just really needed to write and get this off my chest. :) 

Oh, and the Nature spirits demanded Apples and Cantaloupes.  And cornmeal and black beans, but especially Apples.  The plant that wanted apples the most is a poke plant that I have to harvest the berries from, to make dragon's blood ink. :)  I have to come back in the daylight to see it, though. :)  It would be easier to harvest that way!!!!  

To end with, here's a great song by Inkubbus Sukubbus, about Aradia. :)  

I'm tired again, so this is probably disjointed.  Oddly enough, I also have been having the song "Sacred Ancestors", by Lisa Thiel in my head.  I always have an awesome internal radio station though.:D

Much love to everyone, and may the fires of Brighid's forge be fanned forever in our hearts, in whatever way you see her. :)  

Later!

P.S.  I almost forgot:  When I brought my Book of Shadows in, that I had read the Charge of the Goddess from (I use the Doreen Valiente version, not having my own written yet), there was a small spider on it.  Tried to get her to get off the book, but she just *would not go*. lol  There are a lot more spiders these last few months, and a huge writing spider right outside my door.  Spider has come calling, I believe.  Yes, it's getting colder, but they're not just coming in the house, they're everywhere outside.  I've not been tapping my creative juices, letting all my muse come out.  Thus the blogs, I love to write, whether it's poetry or just talking, it helps so much!!! :)

Brighid and Grandmother Spider, I am trying to tap into the gift that has been given to me.  Thank you for being my muse, Brighid, and I can't wait see what other kinds of awesomeness comes out. :)

Grandmother Spider has the power to Create.  To all She comes to, those blessings must be acknowledged.  :)  In short, She is incredible. ;)

A Lesson from the Mother

The greatest mystery of all is that there is no mystery. My children, listen to these words, for I am your Mother, She from whom All Mystery begins and ends. I say to you, that one must first understand that the Secrets to Almighty God, the Mother, the Father, the ineffable, unspeakable, are such simple, wondrous, beauteous things that most seekers walk right past them.

In your searches, you--my silly, sweet humans--rush past me, run away from me, fly all around me, and most of your seeking and searching availeth you not. You rush to the water, and I am in the mountain. You climb the highest hills, the tallest trees, and I sit waiting by that still, small pool in your own backyard.

I never know where to find you, as you scurry so much it makes my head hurt. Sit down, take a deep breath, just *breathe*, relax, immerse yourself inside yourself, and you will find me. It is the easiest thing, one would think. But no, you have so deluded yourselves, that you waste most if not all of the precious life I give, from one carnate to the next, trying to find the Way. You listen to everyone BUT your Self. You think you hear my Voice, when in reality it is the garbled translation of someone else's thoughts.

My Children, My beautiful, sweet, pitiful, sad, silly and wonderful Children. I am waiting for you. I am always home, tending the fires while you rush out to play and build, create and destroy all around you. I am the last Olympian. I am the forge and the furnace. I tend the fires so you may be free to seek and know. I grow lonely at times, but I am always here when you need me. I always waiting, for that stray one who remembers they are cold in the depths of space and time, unless they carry my fire with them. I can be in all places, in all times, in all things. And so I am.

While it is you who drives the wedge of blindness between us, and put a yoke on love that it cannot stand to bear, I will still be waiting, readying the fires and forges. When I know you are ready, I will put you through that fire, even if you do not realize it is I. I will strip you of your Illusion, whether you *think* you are ready or not. I will make you, and I will break you, and I will RE-make you, time and time again. Until at last, at a stream in a field or near a forest of your own creation, you fall down and drink, for you are tired, so very very tired. You bathe your face with ice cold love, and fall in, so thirsty you wish to take it all, drink it all, be it all. Cold and shivering, you crawl from that womb, yet again. I will take your hand, and lift you up, and I will carry you down the paths of that forest, inside yourself, and I will lay you down and feed you love you become one with you, and I will Teach you. I will teach you of that Mystery. I will show you, my child, my lover, my friend, I will whisper this truth inside your mind, still the raging, stormy seas. I will show you how to kindle the fire, and keep the blaze strong, and how to rekindle that flame when you think there is no hope, no coal, no spark. For there is always a flame, deep inside, it never dies, it is never fully extinguished. Even when all around you would seem to drown the fires of inspiration and creativity, the cauldron of rebirth will resurrect you, and make you whole again.

I will help you tend your forge. My forge. My fire. Your Fire. Our Fire.

For the greatest Mystery is that there is no Mystery. I am that I am, and I am You.

I am waiting.  Please, come Home!

 ****I felt the need to add some music.  The song "What the Water Gave Me", by Florence in the Machine, captures something so beautiful and primal, it's just incredible.

And for the second time, I will share Lady Isadora and Lord Pan, whose song "Come Witches to the Dance" embodies the mystery of which is spoken.  To me, at any rate. :) 

 I hope you like my words.  She was coming through very strongly.  All praise to Brighid, Mistress of the Forge and Fire!!  And to Pan, my Lord, my shining light in the darkness. 

Peace.

Dreaming of Satyrs

So, I fell asleep last night, thinking of the awesomeness of a poet named Rosemary Nissen-Wade, and wondering how I could create poetry and other writing that would be as awesome.   (Follow some of her works at The Passionate Crone).

I had a hard time sleeping, as I'd been seriously depressed Monday, and slept FAR too much. However, my dreams were of writing poetry, and of satyrs (specifically an older Satyr, with a head full of curly hair, though he had no goat hooves, I knew Him;  he would walk in front of me smiling, enigmatically, and I kept hearing variations on "An Elderly Satyr..." poems).  I kept hearing poem titles, and though I was in and out, and lost a couple of cool things, some of them stayed with me.  Brighid was behind this, methinks, and since I've been slack and not written in ages, for whatever reason, I had to get up and write or I would lose it.

I've done that for many years.  And lost so much awesomeness as a result.  So, I will post a few things I heard, and tinkered with a bit. :)  Consider them works in progress. :)

Begin Trans:

"An Elderly Satyr Stops by to Say 'Hello'"

He sits down
for tea.  Smiling, he
waits.  Patience!

"An Elderly Satyr Waves Goodbye"

Embraces
you, then turns, smiling,
to the woods.

"She Thinks She Can't"

She thinks too much.
Light-bulb (finally) clicks on:
"Yes I can!" she yelps,
strips, skips, dances down to the ocean,
and jumps in.

"Brighid and Pan Make Out"

"NOT funny!" She says, arms crossed,
smiling face saying it would be funny indeed.

"Now THAT would be fun!", He says, grinning.

I'm torn between the two; what say you??

 **End Trans**


So, as you can see, funny, but I love it. :)  It got my brain to working, the juices running, and that's what counts.  I'm sure they will change, but you never know!

I will be posting again, on a much more serious subject.  Until then, why not enjoy some happy music?

IO PAN!! :)  And Dian, of course. :)