A Strip Of Blue By Lucy Larcom

I DO not own an inch of land,
But all I see is mine,--
The orchard and the mowing fields,
The lawns and gardens fine.
The winds my tax-collectors are,
They bring me tithes divine,--
Wild scents and subtle essences,
A tribute rare and free;
And, more magnificent than all,
My window keeps for me
A glimpse of blue immensity,--
A little strip of sea.

Richer am I than he who owns
Great fleets and argosies;
I have a share in every ship
Won by the inland breeze,
To loiter on yon airy road
Above the apple-trees.
I freight them with my untold dreams;
Each bears my own picked crew;
And nobler cargoes wait for them
Than ever India knew,--
My ships that sail into the East
Across that outlet blue.

Sometimes they seem like living shapes,--
The people of the sky,--
Guests in white raiment coming down
From heaven, which is close by;
I call them by familiar names,
As one by one draws nigh.
So white, so light, so spirit-like,
From violet mists they bloom!
The aching wastes of the unknown
Are half reclaimed from gloom,
Since on life's hospitable sea
All souls find sailing-room.

The ocean grows a weariness
With nothing else in sight;
Its east and west, its north and south,
Spread out from morn till night;
We miss the warm, caressing shore,
Its brooding shade and light.
A part is greater than the whole;
By hints are mysteries told.
The fringes of eternity,--
God's sweeping garment-fold,
In that bright shred of glittering sea,
I reach out for and hold.

The sails, like flakes of roseate pearl,
Float in upon the mist;
The waves are broken precious stones,--
Sapphire and amethyst
Washed from celestial basement walls,
By suns unsettling kist.
Out through the utmost gates of space,
Past where the gray stars drift,
To the widening Infinite, my soul
Glides on, a vessel swift,
Yet loses not her anchorage
In yonder azure rift.

Here sit I, as a little child;
The threshold of God's door
Is that clear band of chrysoprase;
Now the vast temple floor,
The blinding glory of the dome
I bow my head before.
Thy universe, O God, is home,
In height or depth, to me;
Yet here upon thy footstool green
Content am I to be;
Glad when is oped unto my need
Some sea-like glimpse of Thee.

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Bless This Day

May this day be blessed with gifts
Lessons, understanding and friends
May my energy be a gift to all I meet

Let me be centered, healing and open
May I face the day with courage
kindness, insight and compassion

May my spirit and body, honor this day

by Abby Willowroot

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The Clod And The Pebble

Love seeketh not itself to please,
Nor for itself hath any care,
But for another gives its ease,
And builds a heaven in hell’s despair.

So sung a little Clod of Clay,
Trodden with the cattle’s feet,
But a Pebble of the brook
Warbled out these metres meet:

Love seeketh only Self to please,
To bind another to its delight,
Joys in another’s loss of ease,
And builds a hell in heaven’s despite

by William Blake

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Elegy James Douglas Morrison

Deirdre and Eogan and Conchobar
Ride the King's Road in an open car.
Deirdre stands proud as the car scrapes the walls.
The clearance is low; the bright lady falls.
Swept to the road, she's gone for a ghost,
Gone in the night on the Golden Coast.

Who, now, shall mourn for Usna's dead?
Who will drink poteen o'er Deirdre's fair head?
Her sorrow is spent, her howling is done,
For Alan and Arden and Naoise are gone.
Swept as if mines, they're gone for a ghost,
Gone in the night on the Golden Coast.

A spirit in frenzy arises from flames,
A poet out seeking the elder gods' names.
A swan in a duck-nest, a bow strung and drawn,
A druid a-singing to greet the pale dawn.
Swept by a Vision, he chases a ghost
To exile, out on the Golden Coast.

Shaman and singer, he screams to the skies
His pain and his vision. An arrow, he flies
Attended by Serpents, by Lizards, by Pan--
Fair Deirdre's returned in the guise of a man.
Swept by her spirit, possessed by a ghost,
He leads the fey young of the Golden Coast.

In Eogan and Conchobar's car they now go,
He stands proud, defiant, where clearance is low.
The arrow has fallen, the sorrow has burned.
Who, now, will mourn the grave howler returned?
Swept by her Darkness, he's gone for a ghost.
The Druid, the Changer, the Poteen-mad Host
Is gone in the night on the Golden Coast.

Copyright (c) 1988 by Sourdough Jackson

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Seeking The Sign To Dragonheim

Mighty wings once carved the cumulus
sowing storm filled clouds and reaping rain.
Soaring, we bounded the radius
of the peak crowned heights of our domain.

How long is the road to Dragonheim?
The length of a dreamer's call.
How number the miles to Dragonheim?
It is none, I say, and all.

And the sky roared when touched by our flames
it sang to words wrought in fume and smoke.
Firey visions dwelt within the names
of numberless tribes of dragon folk.

Where winds the path to Dragonheim?
Hidden in a name; a secret sound.
Where stands the entrance to Dragonheim?
In the place never lost, though seldom found.

Majestic mountains once housed our young
born from crystal eggs that caught the light.
In strong shadowed heights our dwellings hung
ne'er crossed by the foes who feared our might.
What shapes the trail to Dragonheim?
A maze of dreams, pointing streight.
How travels the way to Dragonheim?
On paths of heart, devoid of hate.

Now the lands are gone, scourged by the ire
of the modern day people's decree.
But spirits live on, look to the fires.
You must catch our souls to set us free.

In what age stands the halls of Dragonheim?
Time beyond time, between the worlds.
Where dwell the inhabitants of Dragonheim?
They smile as your spirits soar and curl.

J.A. Bordeaux (Steorra Rokraven) , 17 Feb 89

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Wiccan Rede Poem Poster

Book: Wiccan Rede Poem Poster by Raven Blackwood

A traditional poem outlining the Wiccan Way in rhyme. Ends with the well-known `an ye harm none, do what ye will. The Rede is the Central Law of Wiccan Religion. In short it states: "If it harms none, do what you want." You may see it phrased in different ways. Some use the old English: "An it harm none, do as thou wilt". The Rede is seen by both Wiccans and outside observers as very similar to the Golden Rule, a belief that is found in nearly every religion. It should be noted that, while the Golden Rule forbids harm subjectively, The Wiccan Rede forbids harm absolutely. The concept of ethical reciprocity is not explicitly stated, but most Wiccans interpret the Rede to imply the Golden Rule in the belief that the spirit of the Rede is not just to do no harm, but to actively do good for one's fellow man as well as oneself.

Different sects of Wiccans read "none" differently: some include the self, others include animals or plants, and so forth. The Rede also expressly rejects the concept of sin outside of harm to oneself or to another. The Rede is only a guideline which the individual must interpret to fit each particular situation. Partner to the Rede is the Rule of Three (also called the Threefold Law or or The Law of Return). It states that both the good and the evil that one creates in the world will be returned threefold (in joy or suffering). It is therefore seen as a pragmatic reason for ethical behavior and compliance with the Wiccan Rede.

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The Augoeides Prayer

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In the name of Genius "Most High", "Most Profound".
I am one with the Holy Supernal Will:
In Love, Passion "Genius Most High", "Most Profound,
Master of Detached Ardour " Beauty:
No God do I worship, No God do I seek.
I do my Will and pursue Thy Clarity,
Masterful in Refinement, Delicacy "Love is the law of Thine Epiphany: Will set upon unlimited Ecstasy!
The Spirit of Genius is with me:
It is about me "all over me".
My Genius hath no god, nor any master, nor any equal:
And Nothing shall stand before the face of my Holy Supernal Will.
Amen,
Aum-Ha.

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House Blessing 3

In the spirit of house blessings, and because I'm basically a kitchen witch at heart, and like little projects over serious ritual, I offer some selections gleaned from Cunningham's The Magical Household. I'm typing these without permission but with the hope that they'll inspire you to pick up the Cunningham book, because it's wonderful stuph...

For the doorway:

Suspend over the door a fresh sprig of dill, tied with a blue cord (or red, if you prefer), to prevent those who mean you harm from entering.

Cross two needles, and stick into or tie onto a corner of your doormat, to prevent evil from entering.

Grind Dragon's Blood herb into a powder and sprinkle it on door and window sills, to protect your house from harm.

"Witch Bottles"

Powder some more Dragon's Blood herb with a small quantity of sugar and salt, and place in a small corked or screw-lidded bottle. Shake and seal with red wax, then place it where it won't be found (or at least not easily seen). This will ensure harmony and peace within the house.

Place three new needles, three new pins, and three new nails in a glass jar. Fill with salt and shake vigorously nine times. Seal with white wax and place in kitchen cupboard where it will not be seen. This protects your food from contamination.

Gather rosemary, along with several needles and pins, into a small glass jar with a tight-fitting lid or cork. When full, pour in red wine and shake. Seal with black or red wax, and place in an inconspicuous place in the apartment. If you own your own house, bury this at the furthestmost corner of your property. The book also adds this:

As you're filling the jar, say these words...
"Pins, needles, rosemary, wine,
In this witch's bottle of mine;
Guard against harm and enmity;
This is my will; so Mote it Be!"

Personally, I'm not hip on anything but, "Hey, Gods? It's me again", but I know, I'm CONSIDERABLY less formal than most!

An Anti-Theft Sachet

Mix caraway, rosemary, juniper berries, and elder leaves or mistletoe, and place into white square of cloth. Tie with white yarn and hang prominently. I'd assume either at the place you think thieves are most likely to enter--this being an anti-theft sachet--or at every entrance and doorway. This will require more cloth and more herbs, but most of the above are fairly inexpensive.

Finally, on Moving Day itself:

Bring two things into the house first: a small amount of salt, half to be scattered upon crossing the threshhold, and a small loaf of bread. Break the bread into as many pieces as you have people moving in, with one extra piece for the gods' portion. Sprinkle a dash of salt on each piece; share, when you have a moment. (I'd say have water on hand as well--at the very least, to clear the salt!) Next, bring in an apple and do the same thing--Cunningham recommends a fruit and cheese basket--I'd stick with just the apple and maybe a few slices of cheddar, or something. Lastly, bring in a sturdy chair and place it either near the apple and bread bits, or facing the door. This ensures that you will never know poverty, for there is bread and salt, hunger, for there is fruit (and cheese), and instability (for there's your stable chair guarding the door. After that, heave and lift until you're moved in!

A Note: I think ritual is very important, and I do admire rituals I've picked up here and those I've found on my own. In the long run, though, I know myself well enough to think that if I have to wait for a certain day and have a certain robe on, or need a special tool or altar lay-out, it'll never happen. But I can put my hands on needles, pins, wine and spices at virtually any time, and can easily make up witch's bottles for the shelves and cupboards, sachets for the windows, and incenses for household protection and cleansing. These simple items can have just as much power as just about any major ritual, and are sometimes easier to "whip up" for the busy pagan...

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Nursing You

On the first night
of the full moon,
the primeval sack of ocean broke,
& I gave birth to you
little woman,
little carrot top,
little turned-up nose,
pushing you out of myself
as my mother
pushed
me out of herself,
as her mother did,
& her mother's mother before her,
all of us born
of woman.

I am the second daughter
of a second daughter
of a second daughter,
but you shall be the first.
You shall see the phrase
"second sex"
only in puzzlement,
wondering how anyone,
except a madman,
could call you "second"
when you are so splendidly
first,
conferring even on your mother
firstness, vastness, fullness
as the moon at its fullest
lights up the sky.

Now the moon is full again
& you are four weeks old.
Little lion, lioness,
yowling for my breasts,
rowling at the moon,
how I love your lustiness,
your red face demanding,
your hungry mouth howling,
your screams, your cries
which all spell life
in large letters
the color of blood.

You are born a woman
for the sheer glory of it,
little redhead, beautiful screamer.
You are no second sex,
but the first of the first;
& when the moon's phases
fill out the cycle
of your life,
you will crow
for the joy
of being a woman,
telling the pallid moon
to go drown herself
in the blue ocean,
& glorying, glorying, glorying
in the rosy wonder
of your sunshining wondrous self.

by Erica Jong

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Winter Goddess Invokation

From the darkness of night's embrace
We call to thee
Lady of the Hidden Flame

We call to thee from barren hills as yet
Unwarmed by thy child's newborn face
We call to thee
Nurturer of the Sun
Keeper of the Cycle of Life
We call to thee
Kindler of the flame between the Worlds

Queen of the Longest Night
We invoke thee from the depths of thy mournful love
Return the light to our lives
We invoke thee.

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Lady Light

My Lady Moon upon my window crept
Weeping want of you.
And touches me with silver light
The way I need you to.
She smiles soft.
Holds in her light
The Wisdom of all time.
The knowing of the magick ways
Of want and need and wine.
Hail her, who doth touch
Both our seeking eyes
And comfort there in knowing that
We're one beneath her light.

Contributed and authored by Moontoadie

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Spring Summer Poem

By: Shadow Hawk

Falling

Circling skyward on wings of fire,
Drawn aloft by heart's desire,
Endless expanses of starry night,
In Endless freedom he finds his delight.

Down below whispers rise to his ear,
The green earth lays calling, calliing him near,
Circling skyward he hears the sweet call,
And folding his wings, begins the great fall.

Wind whispers then sings then a great roar,
From the high heavens his body he tore.
Faster than Eagle he falls to the ground,
Till even the sky's call was lost in the sound.

Below lays the Earth, she holds out her arms,
Enfolding her Lover with her Endless charms,
Deeper he plummets into that fair place,
Blinded and bewildered by her loving grace.

Mountians and hills, river and sea,
Summon him near, and Answer his need,
Stretching her arms, she gathers him nigh,
As stonelike he falls, a mote from God's eye.

Hurry, oh hurry, she beckons him come,
As mountains surround him, blocking the sun,
His Breath is fire, igniting her love,
Her lover returns, from Sun far above.

Deep in her body he plunges his fire,
Passion to passion, fire strikes desire,
Shudderingly, shakingly, he rises above,
Surrounded by the warmth of his Lady's love.

Sinking once more, she pulls him near,
Gathering him close the stars reappear,
Deep in her body, awaiting the day,
Till once more, skyward, He rises to play.

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Invokation To The God

Beloved is the hunter who rules the wood
The wood is a land without end
Without end is the bounty of tree and stag
Majestic is thy realm
Thy realm entwines the secret glade as the vine reaches to the skies
The skies are warmed by thy radiant face
Thy power undimmed by the velvet cloak of night

By the last light of the sun
We call to thee O Horned one of forest and glade
We call to thee from crowned hills and sacred vales
Lord of the Hunt, Protector of Game
Warrior, King and lover of the Queen of night
We call to thee
Shining one, Radiant one
We invoke thee!

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Inquisition

Again the burning came,
She felt the heat, the searing pain
a cry lanced Through her heart
"Why, My Lady, Why"

She lay quietly, remembering
lost Within the labyrinth of the past
and the future
she did not feel the bite of the cruel blade.
Bleeding, moaning, she saw the man
his face, and heart masked with black
she knew his choices and his pain
Oh, to cause pain, to accept his own
if only she could Touch him, Heal him.

"I love you" she whispered
dark eyes calm, yet full of pain
"Don't " cried the man "I want to see you die"
"I love you and forgive you" she said
tears rolled freely down her cheeks

Again, and again the searing pain
As the man applied the red hot blade
"Do you still love me, and forgive me" he screamed?

Despite the pain she answered strongly
"I do", She smiled
"Blessed be" she whispered.

A wave of pain sent her among the stars.
"My Lady" she cried "I'm frightened"
Strong arms held her close
"You have done well my child, rest now"

The man watched as the blade grew cold
As the young body before him cooled
tears streamed down his face
and he whispered
"Forgive me"

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The Absolute

No mind, no form, I only exist;
Now ceased all will and thought;
The final end of Nature's dance,
I am it whom I have sought.

A realm of Bliss bare, ultimate;
Beyond both knower and known;
A rest immense I enjoy at last;
I face the One alone.

I have crossed the secret ways of life,
I have become the Goal.
The Truth immutable is revealed;
I am the way, the God-Soul.

My spirit aware of all the heights,
I am mute in the core of the Sun.
I barter nothing with time and deeds;
My cosmic play is done.

- Sri Chinmoy

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Kali

There is an idol in my house
By whom the Sandal always steams.
Alone, I make a black carouse
With her to dominate my dreams.
With skulls and knives she keeps Control
(O Mother Kali!) of my soul.

She is crowned with emeralds like leaves,
And rubies flame from either eye;
A rose upon her bosom heaves,
Turquoise and Lapis Lazuli.
She hath kirtle like a maid
Amethyst, amber, pearl and jade!

-A. Crowley, Calcutta, India, Circa 1905

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New Words And Old

In the autumn of the lightnings, in the mighty-voiced throng In the Twilight were the offerings, with both chants and full-throat song:

These the People, born to silence
These the Seekers, born to sight
These the Wanderers, born to roaming
These frail Humans, born to night...

In the winter's swirling blizzard, in the quaking of great trees In the night-black child of charring, in the wavering, fitful breeze:

These the Wicca, seeking Knowledge
These the Shamen, knowing care
These the Students, always reading
These the Hopeful, who despair...

In the spring-tide's joyous growing, in the flower and the leaf In the summer's dearth and plenty, saving up to stoke Belief:

Hear the Mother, gentle-voicings
Hear the Father, rumbled whisper
Hear the Children, gay and laughing
Hear the Many -- sing your vesper...
Now the Bard and Druid gather
Now the Priestess calls afar
Now the Time to Watch and Listen
Now the Time to Practice more!
+*+*+

Kihe Blackeagle

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Echoes From The Gnosis Vol Ii The Hymns Of Hermes

Book: Echoes From The Gnosis Vol Ii The Hymns Of Hermes by George Robert Stowe Mead

Like The vision of Aridaeus (Echoes 3) and the Chaldaean oracles I and II (Echoes 8 and 9), The hymns of Hermes originated in Alexandria in the first centuries CE. According to Mead, the hymns here presented were inspired by ‘the best of Ancient Egyptian wisdom’ filtered through Greek philosophy. He greatly regretted the fact that only fragments had survived of the Hermetic literature. The discovery of the virtually intact Treatise on the Eight and Ninth Sphere, describing the spiritual experience of the divine world in a dialogue between Hermes and a pupil, has greatly increased our knowledge of the nature of Hermetic hymns. According to Roelof van den Broek (Hermes Trismegistus. Inleiding, Teksten, Commentaren) this text supports Mead’s claim that Hermetic communities must have once existed, offering instruction, rituals and initiations.

Echoes from the Gnosis(1906) is a series of monographs under the title Echoes from the Gnosis (recently republished in a centennial edition) summarizing his insights into the formation of the Gnostic world-view. By this time Mead had published eight works on various aspects of the early Christian world and on “The Theosophy of the Greeks.” Together With his outstanding translations of the Hermetic books, these works established his reputation as one of the foremost English scholars in his broadly chosen fields. Mead was the first modern scholar of Gnostic tradition. A century later, the corpus of his work remains unequaled in breadth and insight.

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Cosmic Mother

Oh Goddess Mother
You are the mystery of Night
Your radiant shine is the Day
Infinite realms cascade within You

Abundance is Your essence of Being
Blessings flow from You Limitlessly
Your Universe is harmony and tension in Balance

Within each of us, You are Alive

by Abby Willowroot

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A Simple Chant For Fire

spirits of fire come to us
we will kindle a fire
spirits of fire come to us
we will kindle a fire
we will kindle a fire
dance the magic circle round
we will kindle a fire
we will kindle a fire

~Author unknown

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Holly And The Ivy

The Holly King has ruled us
All Through the waning days.
As chosen of the Summer Maid
Through the autumn's chill he stays.

But the Holly King must fall
As is the ancient way.
And the Reborn Sun, the Oaken King,
In turn shall have his day.

As wren gives way to robin
And fall to winter tide;
The dying sun to newborn sun,
And the Darkness turns to light.

The holly bears a prickle,
As sharp as any thorn.
And the Mother bore the Holy Child
On Solstice Day in the morn.

The Holly and the Ivy,
Now both are full well grown.
But the Holly King to the Oaken King
Must now give up the crown.

But as the year wheel turneth,
The Oak King has his sway,
Soon the battle's fought and the Holly King,
Again will have his way.

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Auguries Of Innocence

To see a world in a grain of sand,
And a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,
And eternity in an hour.

A robin redbreast in a cage
Puts all heaven in a rage.

A dove-house fill'd with doves and pigeons
Shudders hell thro' all its regions.
A dog starv'd at his master's gate
Predicts the ruin of the state.

A horse misused upon the road
Calls to heaven for human blood.
Each outcry of the hunted hare
A fibre from the brain does tear.

A skylark wounded in the wing,
A cherubim does cease to sing.
The game-cock clipt and arm'd for fight
Does the rising sun affright.

Every wolf's and lion's howl
Raises from hell a human soul.

The wild deer, wand'ring here and there,
Keeps the human soul from care.
The lamb misus'd breeds public strife,
And yet forgives the butcher's knife.

The bat that flits at close of eve
Has left the brain that won't believe.
The owl that calls upon the night
Speaks the unbeliever's fright.

He who shall hurt the little wren
Shall never be belov'd by men.
He who the ox to wrath has mov'd
Shall never be by woman lov'd.

The wanton boy that kills the fly
Shall feel the spider's enmity.
He who torments the chafer's sprite
Weaves a bower in endless night.

The caterpillar on the leaf
Repeats to thee thy mother's grief.
Kill not the moth nor butterfly,
For the last judgement draweth nigh.

He who shall train the horse to war
Shall never pass the polar bar.
The beggar's dog and widow's cat,
Feed them and thou wilt grow fat.

The gnat that sings his summer's song
Poison gets from slander's tongue.
The poison of the snake and newt
Is the sweat of envy's foot.

The poison of the honey bee
Is the artist's jealousy.

The prince's robes and beggar's rags
Are toadstools on the miser's bags.
A truth that's told with bad intent
Beats all the lies you can invent.

It is right it should be so;
Man was made for joy and woe;
And when this we rightly know,
Thro' the world we safely go.

Joy and woe are woven fine,
A clothing for the soul divine.
Under every grief and pine
Runs a joy with silken twine.

The babe is more than swaddling bands;
Every farmer understands.
Every tear from every eye
Becomes a babe in eternity;

This is caught by females bright,
And return'd to its own delight.
The bleat, the bark, bellow, and roar,
Are waves that beat on heaven's shore.

The babe that weeps the rod beneath
Writes revenge in realms of death.
The beggar's rags, fluttering in air,
Does to rags the heavens tear.

The soldier, arm'd with sword and gun,
Palsied strikes the summer's sun.
The poor man's farthing is worth more
Than all the gold on Afric's shore.

One mite wrung from the lab'rer's hands
Shall buy and sell the miser's lands;
Or, if protected from on high,
Does that whole nation sell and buy.

He who mocks the infant's faith
Shall be mock'd in age and death.
He who shall teach the child to doubt
The rotting grave shall ne'er get out.

He who respects the infant's faith
Triumphs over hell and death.
The child's toys and the old man's reasons
Are the fruits of the two seasons.

The questioner, who sits so sly,
Shall never know how to reply.
He who replies to words of doubt
Doth put the light of knowledge out.

The strongest poison ever known
Came from Caesar's laurel crown.
Nought can deform the human race
Like to the armour's iron brace.

When gold and gems adorn the plow,
To peaceful arts shall envy bow.
A riddle, or the cricket's cry,
Is to doubt a fit reply.

The emmet's inch and eagle's mile
Make lame philosophy to smile.
He who doubts from what he sees
Will ne'er believe, do what you please.

If the sun and moon should doubt,
They'd immediately go out.
To be in a passion you good may do,
But no good if a passion is in you.

The whore and gambler, by the state
Licensed, build that nation's fate.
The harlot's cry from street to street
Shall weave old England's winding-sheet.

The winner's shout, the loser's curse,
Dance before dead England's hearse.

Every night and every morn
Some to misery are born,
Every morn and every night
Some are born to sweet delight.

Some are born to sweet delight,
Some are born to endless night.

We are led to believe a lie
When we see not thro' the eye,
Which was born in a night to perish in a night,
When the soul slept in beams of light.

God appears, and God is light,
To those poor souls who dwell in night;
But does a human form display
To those who dwell in realms of day.

by William Blake

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Be Thankful

Be thankful that you don't already have everything you desire.
If you did, what would there be to look forward to?
Be thankful when you don't know something,
For it gives you the opportunity to learn.
Be thankful for the difficult times. During those times you grow.
Be thankful for your limitations,
Because they give you opportunities for improvement.
Be thankful for each new challenge,
Because it will build your strength and character.
Be thankful for your mistakes.
They will teach you valuable lessons.
Be thankful when you're tired and weary,
Because it means you've made an effort.
It's easy to be thankful for the good things.
A life of rich fulfillment comes to those who are also thankful for the
setbacks.
Gratitude can turn a negative into a positive.
Find a way to be thankful for your troubles, and they can become your blessings.

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Greenland Song By Jules Verne

Dark Is the sky,
The sun sinks wearily;
My trembling heart, with sorrow filled,
Aches drearily !
My sweet child at my songs is smiling still,
While at his tender heart the icicles lie chill.
Child of my dreams I
Thy love doth cheer me;
The cruel biting frost I brave
But to be near thee!
Ah me, Ah me, could these hot tears of mine
But melt the icicles around that heart of thine!
Could we once more
Meet heart to heart,
Thy little hands close clasped in mine,
No more to part.
Then on thy chill heart rays from heaven above
Should fall, and softly melt it with the warmth of love!

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Manifestation Of The Ass

Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law.

Greetings and Gnosis from our Lord the Donkey!

I have a long story to share with you
So welcome and be at ease
Sit your ass right down
Relax into this long-eared tale
A yarn that spins out from a very long time ago
Let yourself drift back
Back into the ancient past
Into the land of Egypt
The home of the Mysteries
The birthplace of the gods

A ka dua
tuf ur biu
bi a'a chefu
dudu nur af an nuteru

Plutarch gives us his assurance
That the god Set or Seth, the muderer of Osiris
Was known to take the form of an ass
Set was a god of wildernesses and remote places
A strong god who ruled over deserts and wastes
Where the senses and determination of a donkey
could be crucial for survival

Donkeys were valued for their endurance
And for their careful, steady gait
An ass was a choice mount for an ornamented noble
Or for a pregnant woman or one with a babe in arms
Because the animal was so prudent and deliberate
That it would hardly ever make a misstep
Or take a spill

The priapic qualities of the donkey
Were also important to the worship of Set
The patent virility of the jack
All male asses are called jack
A familiar form of "John"
The patent virility of the jack
Was an emblem of powers that inspire
And powers that sustain against adversity

The cult of Set flourished
In early dynastic times
Well through the twelfth dynasty of old Egypt
But things changed in later centuries
Set became associated with the Hyksos people
Conquerors from Syria
Who occupied Lower Egypt
The Hyksos identified Set
With their god Baal
Since both were lordly, beastly, priapic gods
And Set was also a god of remote places
Distant lands, like the home of the Hyksos

After the Egyptians overthrew their Hysksos rulers
They reviled and demonized Set
Because of that association
The prudence and virility of the donkey
Was re-interpreted as stupidity and sensuality
From being a god of the wilderness
And of the hidden power of nature
Set was reduced to a figure
Of physical and moral evil
Set was made into a satan
A foe of Egypt and her gods
The true votaries of Set
Were forced to propagate his worship in secret
Excluded from the communion of official cults
The ass went underground
But he did not die

Like that of the later Roman Empire
The old Egyptian religion was very diverse
It included many and varying gods
There are few instances of the sort of rejection
That was visited upon Set
Demoted from god to devil
But one god was even more loathsome
A god who needed not only to be transformed
But to be eradicated entirely
There was a god who tried to devour all of the other gods
A god of light
A god whose truth was final and exclusive
Who would permit no other gods to be held before him
Who designed to leave no other gods after him
Who was apparent everywhere and in everything
But intelligible only to the heart of the king
The king was Amenophis IV
And the god was Aten

In the name of Aten
And by his authority
The king abolished all of the traditional cults
He banned the feasts and festivals
The sacred processions were stopped
The images of the gods were destroyed
From the sea in the north
To Nubia in the south
The names of the gods were effaced
Especially the name of lordly Amun
The king moved the capital to a new city
The king took the new name Akhenaten
A name meaning "Good for Aten"
The new god and his king
Damned the gods of Egypt
And scorned their memory

For one short generation
Egypt suffered under the rays of Aten
An incomprehensible god
A god of pure light and pure being
A god who offered no consolation to the people
But who occupied the king's convictions
In less than twenty years
There was a counter-revolution
Aten was the one whose memory was obliterated
Amun retook his heavenly throne
The gods returned to their stations
Vowing new fealty to Amun
So that no such tragedy should ever recur
But those who had embraced the doctrines of Akhenaten
Could still nurture their consciences in secret
The light went underground
But it did not die

The Atenist episode
Laid bare the spiritual tensions
That had been growing in Egyptian religion
Some Atenist features entered into the cult of Amun
And an overall order was restored
But the rapid changes left a sense of uncertainty
The repressed cult of Set gained new energy
Other dissenters and rebels throughout the kingdom
Began to use religion as a vehicle for their complaints

From this unstable scene
Emerges a legendary figure
A saint of the Gnostic Catholic Church
We know him as Moses
From the Hebrew histories of Moishe
And Mose is a good Egyptian name
Or at least part of one
We find it even in the names of kings
Like Tahutmose, meaning "Child of Tahuti"
Of whom is Moses the child?
Our hero is a savvy Egyptian prince
His family has worshipped Set for long centuries
In the margins of Egyptian nobility
And now their time has come
He connives with the authorities
To be given recognition and full authority
Over the religious dissidents
And an assortment of outcastes
To lead them into a "land of milk and honey"
Where Egypt will be rid of them
And Sutmose will rule them as king

So these people governed by Sutmose
Were the original Hebrews
Worshippers of the great donkey god
Whose true name Set was ritually supressed
From the long habits of repression in Egypt
Instead, this god of the ancestors of Moses
Became known by the old Egyptian word for donkey
An onomatopoeic braying
IA-hOh!
Even that new name IAhOh was never spoken
Where the persecuting profane might hear it
And eventually it became a soundless word
An entity confined to the literate page
Spelled in Hebrew: "Yod Heh Vav Heh"

The most common spoken title for the Hebrew god
Came not from the Set cult
But from others among those emigrants
Led into the wilderness by Sutmose
Kindred spirits in the worship of the forbidden
The sublime ass was called Aten-Ai
"Praise Aten"

Ateh Gibor le-Olahm Adonai!
Thou art mighty unto the ages
O jack of the heavens
Light that shines in darkness!

And Plutarch further instructs us

That Typho escaped out of the battle upon an Ass
After a flight of seven days
And that, after he had got into a place of security
He begat two sons, Heirosolymus and Judaeus.

And Plutarch himself insists that this story
Is only a fabulous version
Of the actual Exodus of the Hebrews
Properly associated with Set and the ass

Now the heirs of Sutmose and his crew
Were a fierce and treacherous people
They fought for land
And they conquered tribes and cities
As they settled in to rule
They found that they had sympathy
For the gods of Canaan
And the other peoples they had defeated
Whether or not they knew that their own god
Their sacred ass
Was a close cousin of Baal
Whether or not they consciously missed
The pleasures of the Egyptian feasts and festivals
They settled in to an increasingly diverse
And fecund set of observances
The divine donkey might be eclipsed by the moon goddess
Or enjoy himself with the holy cow of heaven
Baal too, and other gods and goddesses
Found places in the popular religion
And sometimes in the cults of the rulers

The Hebrew scriptures are full
Of accounts of these trends
And the prophets that denounced them
And the punitive jealousies of IAhOh or Aten-Ai
Those scriptures were written later
By Judaeans in exile
Hebrew aristocrats held captive in Babylon
At the mercy of the Persian Empire
These exiles learned from their captors
About the importance of unified religion
For political and military ambition
They wrote their scriptures to preserve history
But also to present it in a particular way
One that would unite the Hebrew people
One that would create a IAhOh
As intolerant as Aten

They succeeded in their design
And from Zerubabbel to Herod
IAhOh did not lack a sanctuary
But that Atenist approach
Excluding all other objects of worship
And confining the gnosis
The true knowledge of the ass
Among a priestly elite
That Atenist approach
Created stress on the people
And within the Judaean leadership
There were those who longed for the earlier days
When public religion
Meant riotous festivals
Instead of pharisees on streetcorners

So it was that the Hebrew Iohannon
Became Jack the Baptist
Giving the people a part
In the spiritual life of the society
And his successor and cousin Iesous
Who had spent his childhood in Egypt
He rode into Jerusalem on an ass
In a procession of triumph
Like the old Egyptian festivals

The Christian Tertullian records with horror
An anecdote from ancient Carthage
Where an apostate Jew one day appeared
Carrying a figure robed in a toga
With the ears and hoofs of an ass
And bearing a placard that read,
DEUS CHRISTIANORUM ONOCOETES
Which is to say, "the Christian God begotten of an ass"
Tertullian further admits that
"the crowd believed this infamous Jew"

On an old Gnostic gem
We can see the image of an ass-headed person
Instructing two pupils
And robed in the pallium
A distinctive garment of Christian leaders

Even in the pagan Mysteries
Of Greece and Rome
We find the proximity of the donkey
To the essence and vitality of religion
The Metamorphoses of Apuleius
Is a text better known as The Golden Ass
Because its protagonist Lucius
Attains to the mysteries of the Goddess
After being magically transformed into a donkey

With the hermetic stirrings of the Renaissance
The ass appears yet again
Although the vulgar take the donkey
As a symbol of ignorance and stupidity
Occultists and magicians know better
Cornelius Agrippa, in his "Vanity of the Arts and Sciences"
Praises the ass as a paradigm of virtue
Giordano Bruno, whose heliocentrism
Was wedded to his hermetic magick
Made the donkey a symbol
Of the highest mystical state
In his personal cabala
Declaring it to be the Triumphant Beast

Finally, Saint Friedrich Nietzsche
In his magnum opus Thus Spake Zarathustra
Makes the ass the focus of a festival
Created by the higher men
A festival that apes the Christian eucharist
And one that provides an affirmation
Of the strength and beauty and potential
In nature and humanity

If an ass inspires us to create,
"Let us create without fear
For we can create nothing that is not GOD!"

In the name of IAhOh!

Hagios, Hagios, Hagios! IAhOh!

Love is the law, love under will.

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Celtic Myths Influence In Britain And Ireland

Book: Celtic Myths Influence In Britain And Ireland by Sean Seymour

With recent discussions Concerning the validity of classical writings documenting early Celtic society, the Relationship between Celtic Myths and the legends and folklore of societies that followed have come into question. This paper will discuss how Celtic myth relates to the history of the societies in the region of Britain and Ireland and the lasting influence of the Celtic myths on the region.

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Invocation Of The Crone

Behold the Crone...
Dancer of Time
Completion of the Sacred Cycle

She Who is Wisdom
Beloved, respected and feared
Honored as Grandmother, Ancestress and Hag

In the end ~ there is beginning,
Death brings Birth, Life renews through Her

Behold the Crone, Dancer of Time
Mother of worlds, Maiden of re-birth,
Child of the next generation

Dancing through Time
She Who cuts the cords…Of life and death,
Grandmother of all

The Crone comes……..
Silently, powerfully, relentlessly
Crossing space and time,
Holding the threads of life and death,
Mistress of endings and beginnings

Speaking through elders
I am the Crone….
The Grandmothers….The Wisdom of Age….

I am Hecate, I am Kali, I am the Eternal One

I cross space and time,
Holding the threads of life and death,
Mistress of endings and beginnings

I am completion of the Cycle
Maiden….. Mother….. Crone.....
I have come as the Goddess,
And in me... all life renews
All things are possible

The Crone comes dancing
Silently, powerfully, relentlessly,
To all

by Abby Willowroot

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Eddic Mythology

Book: Eddic Mythology by John Arnott Macculloch

When this Series was first projected, Professor Axel Olrik, Ph.D., of the University of Copenhagen, was asked to write the volume on Eddic Mythology, and no one more competent than he could have been chosen. He agreed to undertake the work, but his lamented death occurred before he had done more than sketch a plan and write a small part of it.Ultimately it was decided that I should write the volume, and the result is now before the reader.

Throughout the book, the names of gods, heroes, and places are generally given without accents, which are meaningless to most readers, and the spelling of such names is mainly That Which accords most nearly with the Old Norse Pronunciation. “Odin,” however, is preferred to the less usual “Othin,” and so with a few other familiar names, the spelling of which is now stereotyped in English. Several of the illustrations are from material which had been collected by Professor Olrik, with which the publisher supplied me. The coloured illustrations and those in pen and ink drawing are by my daughter. I have to thank the authorities of the British Museum for permission to use their photographs of the Franks’ Casket and of Anglo-Saxon draughtsmen; the Director of the Universitetets Oldsaksamling, Oslo, for photographs of the Oseberg Ship; Mr. W. G. Collingwood, F.S.A., for permission to reproduce his sketches of Borg and Helga-fell; and Professor G. Baldwin Brown, L.L.D., of the Chair of Fine Art, University of Edinburgh, for photographs of the Dearham, Bewcastle, and
Ruthwell Crosses. - J. A. MACCULLOCH

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