Mabon:A walk on the first day of fall

Today marks the first day of Autumn, my favorite season. I love every thing about it, even the dreary, grey, rainy days. Today, day and night will be equals. To my pagan mind, today the God and Goddess stand together at the crossroads of life and death. I honor the Harvest God for his sacrifice and the Great Mother for all the bounty her body has brought forth. And finally i take a step back and take stock of my personal harvests this year.

It’s been a bitter sweet year for me. As many of you out there have heard my home town was devastated by an EF5 tornado that ripped through the center of town. I am thankful that i was not harmed in the storm, nor where those i love. However, the devastation caused me to go jobless for a very long time. On top of that my Partners father had a massive stroke and fell into a come not 9 days prior too the storm. Many more things have happened and are happening so this year it was hard for me to view the world with the wisewoman eyes i know the Goddess has gifted me with.

To that end i went for a walk today. my little apartment does not have the space for rituals, hell it doesnt have the space for most any thing. So i went out got my self a pumpkin spice latte and headed too my local wooded park.The weather is perfect here today a nice 70ish degrees with a cool breeze. So i found a good entry point.Distantly i could hear Ravens calling to each other and i instinctively moved towards the sound. The forest isnt thick but it is almost a straight down drop, for anyone who didnt grow up running around in the Ozark woods it wouldnt be a fun walk.

For me it was like being a kid again, i could almost hear my dads voice, “ok now put your foot their and braise your self on that tree…good job!” Slowly steadily i made my way half way down the hill and found a good comfy spot under a twin trunked oak tree, with a clear view of the creek. On my way down i could feel the forest aware of me, wondering if i had brought anyone else with me. If i was here for magic again (i found my stang in this forest in April)

I sat on the ground and anounced why i was here, it was Mabon and i had come to say my thanks and to reconnect with the Earth and her children. Above me the oak tree dropped 3 acorns, big fat ones, just a few feet infront of me. I took this as a welcoming sign so i settled in. Just then a doe made a noise about 100 yards away from me i turned just in time to watch her bound away from me into the woods. As i looked back too the creek a pair of cranes flew down stream, as the Raven started a call and answer game off in the distance.

As i sat there i wrote this poem, it is about my life as a woman my spiral:

I Am The Spiral

I spiral out

I spiral within

I remember, I rejoice

I am the woven

I am the wreaver

I remember long nights

Long trips sleeping in our car

I am the spiral

I spiral out

I grow, I change

I remember being the odd child

Knowing,seeing what others did not

I am the spiral

Spiraling out

I grow, I evolve

I remember the abuse

It made me strong

I will survive

I am the spiral

I am the spinner

I grow, I evolve

I remember the asault

The unwanted touch

A virgin now!

No man shall own me!

I am the spiral

I am the spinner

I am the weaver

I am the woven.

And some day

my sprial shall be more

than my form may contain

I shall spiral into the cosmos

Into the cauldron

Back too the Mother

Back too the Roving.

I finished the poem, read it aloud a story of my life. Both good and bad. Strength gained from adversity. As i finished the poem the wind picked up and i felt a weight lift off my shoulders.

  I decided to get up and explore a bit more below me i picked up the three acorns and the thought occurred to me to use them in a small impromptu ritual. I went too the creeks edge and named each acorn some thing i was thankful for and one things i was laying to rest and i tossed each one into the creek. Each one with a *Kurplunk* and then a few seconds later a large fish breeched the surface and dipped down.

  With that i turned to my right and began to explore further down the creek edge between the worlds of forest and water. I walked a half mile or so i would guess when suddenly i felt some thing softly touch the skin on my face, like a spidar web, yet there was no place for a spider to make a web where i stood. Looking around for one, i looked down and at my feet was the mostly decomposed body of a fox! Now before you go “eeewww” please bare in mind that magic didnt use to be so sanitary. Magic was visceral and dirty. So using a skull, half decomposed or no, is normal.

  Now why would a fox interest me? why that animal? let me tell you about a dream i had a few years back. Mind you i have dreams of this nature off and no. I call it the Divine Hotline dreams.

  In my dream i am driving down the road its your average long straight highway, the person infront of my stops in the middle of the road….they just set there, so i finally get out to ask them whats up when i see whats wrong. The road stops! just gone and where it should be is a big open field of golden,ready to harvest, rice.Instead of being shocked, i was more like pleasantly surprised. I decided to investigate and in the center of the field i found a small red resin Quan Yin statue and a hand found red book. When i lean down and pick up the book and statue they disappear and i find my self at the foot of a black and red japanese style temple and i was standing at the foot of a long stair case leading up too the temple.

 Finding no other idea coming to mind, i start up the stairs taking note of my enviroment as i go. When i reach the top there is a small thin elderly japanese man with an odd hat on smiling at me.  He bows, so i bow and ask him,

“Where did the road go?”

He smiles even bigger at me with a sparkle in his dark eyes and says,”All roads lead here.” in a matter of fact sort of way, as if i should know that.

From there he procceded to show me around his temple. there where bags of rice here and a statue of a fox there ect.. Finally just before i woke he told me to read the 22 chapter of the Dao De Ching. when i did it said this:

Chapter 22

Yield and remain whole
Bend and remain straight
Be low and become filled
Be worn out and become renewed
Have little and receive
Have much and be confused
Therefore the sages hold to the one as an example for the world
Without flaunting themselves – and so are seen clearly
Without presuming themselves – and so are distinguished
Without praising themselves – and so have merit
Without boasting about themselves – and so are lasting

Because they do not contend, the world cannot contend with them
What the ancients called “the one who yields and remains whole”
Were they speaking empty words?
Sincerity becoming whole, and returning to oneself

Later i kept seeing foxes when i was out and about. I had never seen them before,but it made me wonder. So i looked into a japanese god who had a red and black temple and associations with rice and foxes…to my dismay there was such a god! his name is O’Inari. His messenger is the Kitsune a 2 too 9 tailed fox.

and this was his temple. its physical location is Kyoto japan.

Later, to confirm my idea i had a dream i was visiting a japanese garden, and in side was a small altar too Inari,under my breath i said “Un-airie” which was how i thought his name was pronounced to my shock a handsome young japanese man appeared behind me and said, “you’re saying it wrong my dear, is Enaree.” he smiled and i woke up. I later confirmed it via the web that that was the proper pronunciation.

So, the fox is my totem i believe, when looking into the fox medicine information it seems to fit. My totems have changed and been added too over the years. And i welcome this addition so i plan to turn the fox skull into a fetish once i have allowed the rest of the skin and meat to rot away.

I thanked the forest and the fox’s spirit, but did not take the skull yet. i won’t until tomorrow when i have an offering to leave. From there i turned into the forest and called upon the Horned Hunter by word and sign. I asked that he be with me as we moved through the darkness and thanked him for calling me to his service.

Now, im home and plan to back some apple scones and pumpkin bread… i had taken several pictures but now my darn phone won’t let me upload then *sigh* i guess the things i saw were for my eyes only.

I hope everyone elses Mabon was as good as mine!

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The Road To Avalon

I mentioned in my first post, as well as my bio, that i study the Avalonian Tradition . I have studied this path off and on for many years, since about 1997 or so i think. At that time i was following the doings of a group called the Sisterhood Of Avalon . At this time they were just a single page with a message board. I eventually joined their group, but did not find it to my liking.

Now before i continue on my story, let me clear up a few things: 1. i do not necessarily think Avalon was like in the book Mists of Avalon, 2. i firmly believe in doing proper historical research, 3. i am not into role playing … just had to add that one… also this is about my journey and is in no way shape or form as scholarly as it can get for that kinda thing visit Parting The Mists a hearth sisters blog.

Too my mind, it is entirely possible that the Isle of Glastonbury housed a priestess cloister of some kind. These women, and similar groups, were described in several texts both historical and semi-fictional. How i choose to practice this path is with a heavy does of celtic reconstructionalism in mind. However, i view this as a new and vibrant path so i also add bits of modern celticism,dianic wicca,and modern shamanism.

But until recently i had dropped this path completely. I was disillusion with the previous group i had been involved in and wasn’t even aware til a few years ago, that there were other Avalonian groups out there! A few months back a local Avalonian Hearth invited me to join them. I have since found a wonderful group of inspired women, who are a nurturing force in my life. Right now i am studying with them as a seeker.

This january i hope to start in the path to become inducted as a sister. To this end i have ordered my self a Chalice Well seal necklace that i am going to fashion into, what im calling, my maiden necklace. im going to use moonstones and white beads on it and hope to make an official “Here’s what im doing Mother” ceremony some time after Samhain or on samhain.

Now i am still a primitive witch…or conjurewoman. I view my self as the tribal priestess who was trained in Avalon then returned to her village to tend to the peoples spiritual needs. Upon reaching Sister statues next samhain i hope to get my self a silver chalice well pendant and from it im going to fashion my mother necklace from garnets and red beads.  If i should ever mentor another seeker/sister i will pass my maiden necklace on to her.

These are personal amulets, or totems to help me remember my path and remember my goals. To help align my self with the energies of Avalon

A New Home For The Conjurewoman

Well, as of the first week of October my self and my partner will be moving into a new home. This is some thing we are both ever so glad for since the apartment we have been in is well, a hell hole. We actually plan on tipping off the city and state housing inspectors about the property once we move. So for a while now we have been looking for a new home, when this one just sort of fell in our laps (Thank You Mother and Lord Hunter for pushing us in the right direction!)

This will mark my 140th move into a new home. I grew up practically as a gypsy. Something my mother to this day jokes about. My grandmother use to say , “Girl, i aughten’ud let those damn gypsy sprinkle that dirt yur shoe heels.”

As an adult witch though, i have learned there is a process to moving and having a happy home once one has done so. So now i make my check list: Greet spirits of the land (already done so), bring offering of honey,wine,and corn meal. Make the home clean and free of previous negative interactions, Bless the home and ask the blessings of the Might Dead upon our new home. Movie in, then ward like hell.

My partner and i will also be living with my some-day-to-be-mother-in-law. So i plan on warding the house against drama (from her ex) and my Partners lovely family and friends. An Anti-drama/gossip spell will the placed on the home as well as a general good luck and protection ward.

Im very much looking forward to moving. This home has a wood stove in both the house and garage. I’m looking forward to seeing what the Fates choose to show me in those flames late at night, when everyone else sleeps. The property also has several large old Oak trees, dear sisters of the branch and bud, i look forward to getting to know them.

It also has several large, already prepared, flower beds. I can’t wait to grow some herbs and veggies next season. I look forward to several seasons in this new home, several moons, speaking with the ancestors, and getting to know the land there better.