Sunday, 9 October 2011

Elucidations Past & Present

“It is only when you are lost, that you are truly found”

The quote above resonates ever so clearly on the frontier of thought and contemplation, like the reverberation of ebon-thunderous clouds rolling over landscapes transfixed in seizure, of what were once emerald valleys abundant with lucid contemplation gilded dreams of  spiritual illumination and peaceful notions... now beset by the hooves of tempest and problematical deliberation. For quite some time I have attempted to write this post, placed it aside, tinkered with it and even criticized it with a mode of logical and illogical questioning; was I in fact being too harsh on current impediments and not observing it in a more conventional manner or not indifferent enough to the situation which has forbiddingly loomed over my head for the past few months- allegorically... resembling the visual illustration in fugue, of raven’s wings where their blackness became much like a crown, clouding better judgment. I tend to review my own writings of a more personal nature over a period of time, as to reflect upon them and take in from my own words what it truly is I require most—so excuse me if I seem to be rambling on and moving in circles as this composition of opinion, philosophy, forethought and emotion is an accumulation of past and present experience, theory and belief that has surfaced over these past couple of months. In a sense it has brought me into my own ‘becoming’ and ‘awakening’—a sense of realization that I have cheated myself of my own personal growth by not following instinctive intuitions and the writing on the wall.

Without going into too much depth, in the past, I have found myself in the company of some rather negative influences that came into my life in the glory of friendship, acceptance and even open-mindedness. With this faux company, I had discovered that no one was worthy enough; nothing was good enough, no lifestyle opulent enough, or gave enough to be warranted equal status. Other Pagans and Witches were not considered valuable or precious enough to be juxtaposed to this person’s presence... and I found myself taking on the same unconstructive and pessimistic values of materialism, selfishness and vanity so proudly and openly discussed and displayed. But worst of all judgmental and critical of appearances and lifestyles, this reflected negatively not only on me as a person but also the relationships around me. Shameful enough to be subjective and influenced by ‘conditional’ friendship, eventually all that I had strived to achieve dwindled away into distrust and emptiness, rendering naught but a nefarious residue of all that had been lost due to foul remark and lack of rational conclusion. The behaviour and demeanour of this person grew from negative to contaminated odium, filled with resentment, attention seeking, sympathetic ploys to gain favour from friends and acquaintances while trashing others lifestyles, relationships, personal appearance, hygiene and occupations behind their backs and declaring to be of the Goddess, standing in love, truth, forgiveness and sacredness.  Little does this person know or realize, is that our sacredness doesn’t resume itself in the house we live in, the clothes we wear or any materialism outside of pure spirit- it rests inside of us, and everyone is entitled to their own sanctity of sacredness free of judgment and scorn without one instigating another Witch Hunt.

Monday, 28 March 2011

The Sign Shall Be My Ecstasy

'Neath the opalescent Moon, basking in the silvery brilliance of that omnipotent radiance. The Priestess, the beloved, the dedicated servant and daughter of the beauteous one, the Great Mother of the Primal: "Who am I to be seen in your eyes? Who am I to be seen in my eyes? What shall be the symbol of such fondness, this adoration I express for you?" So she, The Creatrix of Life, Mistress of Death... answered her daughter, her most sacred of children. Bending down, her cold lips gently pressed to the ear. A radiant opalescent flame of rhombus-diamond tendrils- like vines of everlasting affection for all of Nature embraced within those earthy hands upon the ground shrouded by the essence of night.
  
Her bountiful physique in convex to accept respect and veneration, for the love of lovers & the soft tender velveteen white roses whose thorns never perforated the flesh, nor caused sanguine drops through flesh like the fountain of life that could spring from her veins, rubies of rain. Her mellifluous step not hurting the delicate vegetation beneath her soft step: "You know who you are within my eyes for the image is the same as you see within yours! We are one and one the same, one heart, one soul and one mind. The sign shall be my dark ecstasy, my blazing torches shall adorn your way- the awareness of the permanence of continuation, the omnipotence and embodiment of my body, my blessed Universal womb which houses all life and cradles all of darknesses in order for it to be born into the light".

Hekate Apothecary: The Scent of Reverence

You will require:  ¼ cup of each of the following ingredients and approximately half a cup of the wood (should there be any mentioned) We must remember that wood is actually sacred to Hekate and that during certain festivals held in her honour it is actually regarded as disrespectful to Hekate. The following is based from an old recipe passed down through my family and I share it with you only to enhance and bless your own rites as they have served in the past, in honour of Hekate. Please use them with revere and only in veneration only to our Dark Mother, Hekate- Queen of the 'Y' Crossroads.

Made: On the night of the Dark Moon.


To make the paste for these incenses: Gum mastic is used because it is sacred to Hekate, which stems back to Ancient Greece, Hekate’s though place of origin. Worship, thanks and blessings.

You will need a tablespoon or two of the powdered gum. Use a sterilized clean glass or crystal bowl (never metal) with 1 cup of warm water (not hot). Sprinkle the powder over the top of the water and whisk until the gum is totally dissolved, skimming off any foam that develops. It should only take a few minutes. Leave, and allow the gum to absorb the water until it forms into a gelatinous paste. Cover the bowl with a damp cheesecloth covering and allow the thickening process to complete, a couple of hours. You may mix in more gum or water to adjust the consistency to your preference.

Poppy Seeds
Cardamon Pods
Lavender Flowers
Whole Almonds
1 dried Fig
3 tablespoons of Honey
1 tablespoon of Pomegranate Juice
4 drops of Black Musk/Dark Musk
6 drops of Poppy
Mastic Gum
2 tablespoons of Red Wine
Pinch of Dirt from the Crossroads