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Aug. 12th, 2004 09:07 amA hidden sign upon a door
When I know you are behind it
I pause and wonder
And touch nothing
When I know you are behind it
I pause and wonder
And touch nothing
Aug. 12th, 2004
A very interesting evening of Stabface (AD&D3) yesterday, but I am very tired, today is going to be long and hot and I'm travelling to London sometime around 6 tomorrow morning.
I had a dream last night which prompted the free verse below. Can't remember the dream, only the feeling.
The feeling is most odd.
I had a dream last night which prompted the free verse below. Can't remember the dream, only the feeling.
The feeling is most odd.
At least I understand why I woke with such a sense of the mysterious this morning. Those who are irritated/bored by pagan doings had better not read any further!
As most who read this will know, I am a pagan, or more accurately, a pantheist. I feel there is a source, but I also believe in the ability of god/dess to manifest in an infinity of forms and ways. I have felt sanctity in churches and in forests, among standing stones and in cities. My personal sacred places tend to be near the sea.
A pagan chum of classical bent is hosting a ritual tomorrow night, and has just phoned me to ask if I would do the whole priestess thing and give an oracle of Hecate;
'She who is crowned with oak-leaves
And the coils of wild snakes.'
- Sophocles (496-406 BC)
Hecate is the classical goddess of magic, of ghosts and torches in the dark, of the crossroads and of madness. An orphic invocation to her is behind the cut:
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She's called 'tender-hearted,' because she helps Demeter in her search for her daughter, and 'Phosphorus,' Lightbringer, but one of her epithets is 'Terrifying, Angry One,' and you just don't want to mess with her. The feasts of Hecate are feasts of the dead and many fearful creatures of the night walk in her retinue. Strange lentil-honey cakes flavoured with lemon and cooked until very hard, were left out for her. You made sure her servants had plenty to eat, or they might take members of your family. And yet, she was a friend to the young, the very poor (who would come and eat the food left at the crossroads), the forlorn, the tom o' bedlams, wandering nutters, beggars et al.
I respect the dishevelled goddess, she of the compelling countenance, but I don't know or understand her that well, and crazy women have not been good for me in the past. Every source has something new/old/unknown/contradictory to say about her. Hecate is my friend's patron goddess. I am flattered if a little surprised that she asked me to do this.
It'll be chilled. Or interesting. Or something!
As most who read this will know, I am a pagan, or more accurately, a pantheist. I feel there is a source, but I also believe in the ability of god/dess to manifest in an infinity of forms and ways. I have felt sanctity in churches and in forests, among standing stones and in cities. My personal sacred places tend to be near the sea.
A pagan chum of classical bent is hosting a ritual tomorrow night, and has just phoned me to ask if I would do the whole priestess thing and give an oracle of Hecate;
'She who is crowned with oak-leaves
And the coils of wild snakes.'
- Sophocles (496-406 BC)
Hecate is the classical goddess of magic, of ghosts and torches in the dark, of the crossroads and of madness. An orphic invocation to her is behind the cut:
( Read more... )
She's called 'tender-hearted,' because she helps Demeter in her search for her daughter, and 'Phosphorus,' Lightbringer, but one of her epithets is 'Terrifying, Angry One,' and you just don't want to mess with her. The feasts of Hecate are feasts of the dead and many fearful creatures of the night walk in her retinue. Strange lentil-honey cakes flavoured with lemon and cooked until very hard, were left out for her. You made sure her servants had plenty to eat, or they might take members of your family. And yet, she was a friend to the young, the very poor (who would come and eat the food left at the crossroads), the forlorn, the tom o' bedlams, wandering nutters, beggars et al.
I respect the dishevelled goddess, she of the compelling countenance, but I don't know or understand her that well, and crazy women have not been good for me in the past. Every source has something new/old/unknown/contradictory to say about her. Hecate is my friend's patron goddess. I am flattered if a little surprised that she asked me to do this.
It'll be chilled. Or interesting. Or something!
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