Webs of Woven Words, Threads, Stitches and Enchantments

Monday, September 24, 2012

Time of Change

The season marches on and we enter that time where we walk between the worlds more than usual, without conscious intent to do so. We are carried away, not against our wills, but perhaps without consent. Visions, dreams, the gathering of the harvest of wisdom, these things are more fully realized now, during this season. That is the way of the witch, the sorceress, the priestess.

I am experiencing changes beyond what I had thought possible. While I have always considered myself to be a Dianic/Feminist witch - when I have had to label myself - I find now that this label may not be an accurate one.

Apollon, who has always maintained a presence, be it distant, in my life, has stepped forward, no longer willing to remain in the background of my spiritual practice. Along with Him, Ares and Hades, have reached out, into my mind, making Themselves known. And those Goddesses I am dedicated to, They are there, beckoning more strongly than ever.

A spontaneous journey brought all of this to my attention. Hekate, standing there, nodding Her head, speaking without words, telling me this is my path now, a branch from the old tree, a way through the forest that I must take. Hestia has given me a new flame to merge with the old, I cannot turn away from it, refuse it. It is not in my nature to refuse the gifts of these Artes.

All of this is causing change in the mundane world. Old acquaintances are becoming new friends; old friendships that have grown stale are drifting away like crumbs in the wind, without regret. Ideas are forming, coming together into creation; thoughts run madly all the time while sleep evades me. Of course, I know that things will fall into place, smooth out. I also know this is what must be endured if I am to make progress. I must let myself be taken, it is the way of the priestess.

Tis the time of the Season.

Blessings nine.  

Sunday, September 2, 2012

Frog Energy!

Very interesting! Today I pulled one of the Amulets of the Goddess to post on my LadySpell Artes facebook page. What did I choose? The Frog amulet!

If you read my post about our Ops ritual, we had a frog chorus raising voice through the invocations and then a frog jumped and clung to the glass terrace doors during the ritual.

Last night, actually early this morning, I was playing on Pinterest - love that - and I kept coming across frog and toad images! So I added a new board, Frogs & Toads.

Now, here frog is again! Time to speak out, my sisters. What have we all to say?

Blessings nine! 

Thursday, August 30, 2012

Happy Birthday Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley


Happy Birthday, Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley
Born August 30th 1797

At the tender age of 19, Mary wrote Frankenstein, or The Modern Prometheus. I am told the 1818 version is the one to read as opposed to the "sanitized" 1831 version. This was a time when women generally used "By A Lady" instead of their real names when publishing. Mary went on to write other novels, short stories, biographies, and travel books.

Born in 1797, she is the daughter of the early feminist, Mary Wollstonecraft, author of AVindication of the Rights of Women, who died from complications of Mary's birth. Mary eloped with poet Percy Bysshe Shelley in 1814, and married him in 1816, after his wife committed suicide. They had four children, three of whom died in infancy. After Shelley's death, she went on, in 1830, to edit a collection of his poems, among her other writings. She began a biography of her famous husband, but died in 1851, of a brain tumor, before finishing it. 

I wonder if she had any idea how famous Frankenstein would become.

Blessings nine! 

Tuesday, August 28, 2012

Moving Through Summer

Here we are, the end of August already! And... a busy month it has been; working with my apprentices, a true joy as we have become close buddies; attending to powders, potions, magickal soap, snake skin, among other items for my little business, LadySpell Artes; jam making, and the usual stitching. Time goes more quickly than ever it seems, but I am so looking toward Autumn. It is my favorite time. I really need to get out of South Florida and get to somewhere with more obvious seasonal changes.

Early last week, just before we were bombarded with a tropical storm, we were experiencing almost daily thunder storms. One particular storm was so intense, I grabbed a pitcher and set it out in one of my hedges to collect the storm water. I managed to collect a nice amount that just vibrated with that storm's energy. I added a item or two for preservation and it sits in a bottle on Hekate's altar. I still have some work to do with it, but it is coming along fine. Nothing like a little potion making to set one's soul to singing.

At the shop I have been busy with all manner of spiritual and magickal counseling; so many folks believe themselves to be cursed, haunted, and just down on their luck. I am always happy to help, but it is sometimes a little wearying. However, then, in come my gals who are just looking for love and that brightens things up. Money is the other issue, we all seem to be working those candles for that - and it seems to be working! A friend won about $5000.00 in the state lottery! She worked hard for it and I am so happy for her. Another friend, who has worked very hard to make some changes for her and her family, has come through with great blessings. She came in to thank me, saying she knows it is me, but I informed her that while I may have advised, she did the work, she made the magick happen.

Speaking of money, the apprentices and I honored Ops on Friday night, a day before Her actual festival. We asked Her blessings on candles for various works, our creative and work-related endeavors, love and health, and of course, prosperity. Due to rain, we worked indoors, but with terrace doors open letting in the storm energy. Funny, the frogs outside rose up such a chorus at certain points in the ritual. I invoked my matron goddess, Hekate and they seemed to go crazy.  The energy during the ritual was intense, bringing emotions to the surface, and sealed our connection to each other and the Goddesses.

At one point during the rite, a frog jumped onto the the glass terrace door, bright green, and just hung there throughout the rest of the night. An omen, I think. It reminded me of the Frog amulet in Nancy Blair's Amulets of the Goddess. The frog is a favorite witch's familiar, and, according to Nancy, was sacred to the Egyptian goddess, Heket, known as the midwife to the gods. Nancy also mentions in her book that the word toad, in many languages, means witch or prophetess - interesting. She is thought to possibly correspond to Hekate, as well, so the appearance of the frog while invoking Hekate is certainly telling us something. The Frog amulet, when chosen, is about speaking out, speaking your truth, expressing yourself; who you are is important; a wise woman doesn't remain silent to protect others' shortcomings - rock the boat, make waves. The Frog amulet represents a vessel of transformation and that is certainly what has been happening in all three of our lives. More and more interesting.

On a mundane level - the jam making, or more specifically, fruit butter making is progressing. I snagged some wonderful peaches and made a lovely batch of spiced peach butter, nine half pints - oh yummy. Of course, I blessed as I stirred and added my Reiki symbols for good measure. That jam will make nice gifts at the Winter Solstice, although we've already dipped into one jar. That endeavor took place on Tuesday, then I worked some extra days at the shop the rest of the week, but planned to stop and get some plums I had spied while at the grocery store earlier in the week. I had planned to make the plum butter Sunday, but we got news of a tropical storm, Isaac. Well, I had some preparations to make, but most of the hurricane readiness was done back in early June; we aways prepare for the season. I decided to wait for the storm to pass since I didn't want to get stuck half way through the process if the power went out. Well, Sunday and Monday it blinked a few times as the storm pounded the windows and the wind whipped around Toadstool Condo, the cable went out - there went internet access, but we've come through just fine. It rained a pounding rain all day and night Sunday and even early Monday. My consort hasn't been out to check the strega-mobile and his truck for any damage as he is coming down with a cold, but I don't expect any issues!!! A cold, one of those summer colds, during a tropical storm! In any event, plum butter making shall commence tomorrow, actually later today.

On the stitching front, a tribute to Hekate is being stitched, and I am finally able to work on Salem Remembered again. I had lost one of the chart pages and couldn't find a replacement anywhere. You may recall my mentioning last year that the designer, Lisa of The Primitive Needle, died when swept away in a flash flood. I was working on another of her designs at the time - I have many - and it was difficult finishing that piece. I finally tried a few months ago to replace the chart, but no luck. A very nice gal at a needlework shop I had never purchased anything from, offered me hers when I told her what had happened. I will now be able to get that done and am very grateful to the generosity of this needlework shop.

Now... the blue moon! I have another rite for that, then the Autumn Equinox and my version of the Greater Eleusinian Mysteries!!! Ah, the apprentices are in for a magickal ride! (cackling madly!!)

Blessings nine!


Wednesday, August 1, 2012

Archeologist finds 600-year-old bras

Who knew? An interesting footnote in the history of women's undies!

Archeologist finds 600-year-old bras

Blessings nine!

Wednesday, July 4, 2012

Happy 4th of July!


Goddess Bless America and all of us!
Have a safe and happy 4th!

Blessings nine!

Sunday, July 1, 2012

Hekate's Labyrinth

I found this while browsing through some research results and thought some of you might find it interesting.


Blessings nine!

Wednesday, June 27, 2012

The Lady of the Sioux




I recently came across another "Mary Story" - as I call them. These are  stories, in my mind, where the Blessed Mother, Mary is greatly honored, but that reverence in likely rooted in the original traditions of the culture into which she has been incorporated by the conversion to Catholicism.

The Sioux, or Lakota, according to a source at Our Lady of Lourdes Mission in the hills of Sioux/Lakota territory in South Dakota, are very dedicated to the Blessed Mother, Mary. The members of the mission and  the children who attend St. Joseph's School, gathered regularly to recite the rosary. Various holidays, during the Marian year, are celebrated and special dedications are made. The Feast of the Immaculate Conception is one such celebration, another is the crowning of the Lady's statue which includes presentation of paper flowers by the children and the singing of hymns to Her such as "O Mary, We Crown Thee With Blossoms Today - Queen of Angels, Queen of the May." Pilgrimages to Our Lady on the hill were made on Thursdays for various intentions. The rosary was recited and hymns to Mary were sung. The statue was adorned with flowers and kept clean by the children. I am not sure if these traditions are still kept at the school and mission. Some of this reminds me of various goddess-honoring traditions found throughout the world. Most recently, some of us celebrated the Vestalia which included cleansing of Vesta's statue as well as the presentation of offerings and a libation. I do the same for Aphrodite, Athena and other goddesses. Cleansing Their statues, generally in rosewater or other appropriate solutions, then making offerings and reciting invocations, hymns, and other prayers.

The mission compound was built in 1926. The story of how the mission and its dedication to Mary came to be has never been historically verified. Supposedly, also, there was a famous painting of the Lady in the grotto, but the only painting in the mission is one of Our Lady of Lourdes, likely painted by one of the old Sioux Indians, according to the information available.

The story of the Lady of the Sioux was supposedly told by the granddaughter of an old Indian woman. Her grandmother, she told, was walking along the road past the mission one day. Upon seeing the grotto on the hillside, she remarked: "Oh, I see the Lady is still there." When asked what she meant by "still there," she told how years ago, long before the mission and grotto were built, she was coming along that road and saw a lady in white standing up on the hillside exactly where the grotto now stands, looking just the same.

Unfortunately, according to the source at the mission, the granddaughter, like many Sioux, has moved away from the reservation, her name is unknown and the story cannot be verified. Not much was ever made of the story by the church, however, it continues to be told.

Our Lady of the Sioux grotto is located at St. Joseph's Indian School in Chamberlain, South Dakota. They have cared for and educated many children who were undernourished and ill when they first began attending the school in 1927. Today, children of many faiths attend the school, the majority, 61%, being Catholic, and include children who are victims of abuse and poverty. The school serves nine South Dakota reservations and other states, as well. The children are taught, in addition to the usual curriculum,  the Lakota language, traditions and culture.

In the mission chapel there is a series of stained glass windows which honor Native American and Catholic traditions. Windows include depictions of Kateri Tekakwitha, the first Native American nominated for sainthood, a woman who died in 1680; the Oblate Sisters, the only Native American community of sisters in the US, founded in 1935, among others. There is also a series of 8 additional stained glass windows , The Sacred Pipe and the Seven Sacred Lakota Rites.

It is interesting how this place has been able to return to teaching and honoring Lakota culture while continuing the traditions of Catholicism, which many Native Americans practice. 

The windows can be seen here:
http://www.stjo.org/site/DocServer/Stained_Glass_window.pdf?docID=301
Unfortunately, the pictures are quite small, however one can clearly see them and there is a brief explanation with each.

artist unknown

After reading about this, I wondered if the "White Lady" seen by the old grandmother was really White Buffalo Woman. White Buffalo Woman is sometimes described as wearing all white and others as wearing rainbow colors. Here again, as in many cultures where Catholic missionaries traveled to and lived, we can see a blending of both traditions, the substitution of a goddess with the Blessed Mother, Mary. As in Catholic/Christian culture, the Sioux were patriarchal. An example of this is that women were not to walk in front of men - sound familiar? Yet it was White Buffalo Woman who gave the sacred buffalo calf pipe to the Sioux and taught them how to live. "Before she came, people didn't know how to live. They knew nothing. The White Buffalo Woman put her sacred mind into their minds." (Crow Dog, a medicine man) White Buffalo Woman first appeared in human form, it is told, but also appeared as a buffalo - an albino buffalo. Here we have the "white lady" seen by the old grandmother. Patricia Monaghan includes White Buffalo Woman in her list of Mother Creator, Great Goddesses, which seems appropriate,  teaching her children how to live is exactly what a mother does. Here, in a patriarchal culture infiltrated by another patriarchal culture/religion, we see a great honoring of the feminine, the Mother Goddess.  It is not surprising, considering the extreme reverence paid to White Buffalo Woman, that the Sioux would adopt and show the Blessed Mother, Mary, that same reverence.


Sources: CatholicCulture.org
                    stjo.org (St. Joseph's Indian School)
                    http://www.merceronline.com/   -  The White Buffalo
                    The Book of Goddesses and Heroines, Patricia Monaghan


Blessings nine!

Saturday, June 16, 2012

MidSummer Approaches!

This is a small section, showing the Muses, of the painting, The Parnassus, by Andrea Mantegna, painted in 1497. 

Ah, this magickal time! MidSummer approaches and with it the turning of the year, the Waning time. I almost breath a sigh of relief. I am very much then waning witch. So, here is to the shorter days, the darkness coming sooner, the dark magick coming more fully alive!

The Queen of the Fay

by Jane Yolen

Four and forty are the braids
That twine about her head.
Four and forty are the maids
That wait upon her bed.
Four and forty are the bells
Upon her horse's bridle,
Four and forty are the jewels
Upon its leather saddle.
Four and forty are the babes
That she has stole away,
And countless are the princes' hearts
That she did break today.

Are you ready for the magick and the mystery? So... let it begin!

Blessings nine!