Embrace Your Hag Under The Full Moon

ImageIt has been far longer than i had realized, since last i posted here. I’m sure you all thought this blog was dead! For a time i suppose it was. Since last i posted i was inducted into the Daughters of the Sacred Grail, a women’s Avalonian group. During which i had a vision of the Horned Hunter.  And earlier this year my partner and i were able to conceive a little girl. As i write i am 8 months and one week pregnant.

  However, today i’m not here to write about my little one (you’d be surprised but one does get tired of talking about their   spawnling) During this period i took off from the blog, i began to study the “Bee Mysteries” so to speak. The past is full of priestesses who were devotees of Bee Goddesses. The topic has interested me every since seeing the remake of The Wickerman. But as of late my path has been heading in a totally different, or rather parallel, direction too Bee Priestesshood. This has left me a bit lost and confused. I kept receiving indicators,messages if you will, on a totally different wavelength.

  My road seems to be dipping down below the normal road of service and ritual. Deep down into the darkness of the Unseen places.

You take the high road,

and I’ll take the low road…

I was and am being lead down the low road. Or at least the Low Road has been made available for my travel. But, again this left me confused and a tad disappointed in my self. I have been championing the Bee Path for over a year now, and it seems to not be part of this new direction…or old direction depending on how i look at it.

  So, in hopes of divining where i’m going with all this, the past few full moons i’ve been working to figure this out in the Otherworld. All things start there and eventually manifest here, so it the best place to get direct answers. Last months whilst on the Holy Isle i became and old woman. A Hag in looks. I was shown an owl and a young child playing in a garden. I filed these things away for safe keeping in my mind.

 

  Still not satisfied, this month i sought out Dame Ragnell Her self. The Lady Ragnell and i have a history together. I assume, since she seeks me out in this world and the Other, that she is my Matron goddess. Last night i sought her under the hill in Glastonbury. Deep down in the widdershin world. The Horned Hunter ushered me to the Otherworld in his barge small white candles hanging from the tines of his deer horns. He asked me what i came to seek and i told him three times. He simply nodded and offered me his hand then helped me off the barge on the other side.

 

  From there i made my way,with purpose, too the Tor ImageAt the top I found a sort of trap door that i entered and began my decent via widdershin stares. Once i reach the bottom waiting for me was Dame Ragnell with her stark white hair and ancient face. I sat before her and watched her gnarled old hands spin her hair into thread on a bottom whirl drop spindle.

 

  In short order i told her of my trials, of my worry over the Bee Path, and not understanding the direction i’m going. She listened, but only grunted now and then to indicate her listing, or perhaps to punctuate something i was not grasping. When i was spent and had said everything i could think to say, she looked up from her spindle into my eyes. Again, as in times before, Her face would flash from old and ugly to vibrant and beautiful in a puff of smoke. Her eyes turning from beady and black to bright blue.

 

  For several seconds she just looked at me. Finally she grabbed my arm and simply said

Embrace your Hag

 

Then the spindle in Her hand shrank a little and became silver. She handed it to me and cackled out (very much like a raven or crow)

 

You’re symbol

 

I put the spindle in my Crane Bag and when i looked up She was gone…

 

  Do i know for sure what these things mean? I’m not positive, but i have a good idea. Reflecting back on my phraseology when telling Her of my worries, yes i think i understand her answer. My path is simplistically complicated. I have been looking at the parts and not the underlying current. My road is that of service, but i will always be beside and underneath what most people see. Mine is the way of the old Owlfolk, walker between places. What does this mean for the whole Bee Priestesshood, i’m not yet sure. But at least now i know where North is.

 

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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