Author Silver RavenWolf, who has brought us such books as “Teen Witch,” “To Light a Sacred Flame” and “To Stir a Magick Cauldron”, to name just a few…has delighted us with Halloween.
Come and explore how the Old Word Traditions of Samhain and Halloween began. As you read the pages, you will be transported in time from the Old World into the New. Discover why Samhain is such a wonderful and important Sabbat.
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from the valley floor
i watch as the first
green-gold rays
a hint of glory to come
burst victoriously from
behind blue mountains
capped with blinding white
in the distance
dim and barely heard
the crow of a rooster
lowing of cattle
snowbirds begin
their daily hunt
searching for seeds
berries to break nights fast
overhead eagle wheels
silent in brightening sky
the clouds now rosey
with morning
eyes focused on the river
hoping to spot the first
seabound salmon
coyote barks her last
song of night
gathers her brood
and sleeps
horse whickers and blows
stamps hooves
on crystalline snow
breath clouds of steam
which freeze, sparkle falling
quail thunder
from beneath sage
escaping, threatened
by my proximity
elk grazing nearby
in oatfields unconcerned
know, today,
i do not hunt
daybreak breeze
whispers through naked
branches of spring trees
sends them trembling
as with cold
scatters powder snow
from evergreens
reminds me
i walk alone
but not Alone…
i sing a song
of renewal, worship
and dream
of a cup
of cocoa
and home
Coming to Birth thru the material
Born to the planet thru meat
Open wide gates of the female
I am born cosmic joker.
Pan-God of the universe supreme
Promise of invention reassured
As I, Sun, of the newborn
Come alive from the dark.
King of the unseen, I declare,
Conquerer of the unknown, I do say,
Traveller of the cosmic voyage
I come to be born anew.
I, at the beginning of the journey,
Come full force like a spring
Metal needle standing up
Like a prick of steel
Male protrusion from the universe
Womb of all existence
I come forth, declaring
I AM
Seal of eternity on my lips
I give forth all
Inside to the outside
Macro to the micro
Seal of power
Washed upon the shores
Cosmic universe
Lapping at my feet
Article by Charly
The first stirrings of Spring
1-2 August
Imbolc translates as “in the belly”. This is one of the most subtle sabbats and the only strictly feminine festival. It is the ‘quickening’ or stirring, the promise of Spring to come, for life once again begins to stir in the barren and sleeping land.
I call the light of golden rays
I seek protection thus,
I pray for heavenly forces at my side
angels, sages, spirit guides or wolves
who walk with cunning skill
Come to my aid!
Come at my will!
Black bird soaring light my path
so I am victim to no one’s wrath!
And when my journey knows success,
all those who aid me Goddess bless!
by Andrea Higgins and Dale Grote
Though little information survives about him, Ixion is a fundamental character in Greek mythology. The most complete account of Ixion’s tale comes from Pindar in his Pythian Odes. Ixion was the son the Phlegyas, descendent of Ares, and king of the Lapiths in Thessaly. He is significant in many respects, but is chiefly known as the first human to shed kindred blood. This occurred when Ixion invited his father-in-law, Deioneus, to come and collect the price that Ixion owed him for his bride. Upon his arrival, Deioneus fell into a pit filled with burning coals Ixion had camouflaged.
by Alernon
Come to us: Eagle, Wolf, Bear and Cougar.
Dance we now The Power dances.
Eagle soaring above the peaks,
Share with us freedom, majesty and fighting skills.
Teach us lessons we need to learn.
Dance with us The Power dances.
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Thrill with the lissome lust of the light,
O man! My man!
Come careering out of the night
Of Pan! Io Pan!
Io Pan! Io Pan! Come over the sea
From Sicily and from Arcady!
A Druid came upon a place, they say, were magic lived
He looked in awe and reverence upon this site he’d found
And called upon all brethren
To come and gather round
Come see the magic, feel the air
It tingles in the dew
Its here we build our temple friends
The rocks and stones we’ll hue
And so it was with hands and backs
The Druids set to labor
For years they toiled and sweated much
To build for Gods they favour
The others looked in disbelief and said these men are mad
But Druids knew their cause was just and must always be defended
So on they toiled and toiled both day and night
Until their task was ended
They died a long long time ago
But their legacy remains
Although its now in ruins
We know it as Stonehenge
Aecoll 08-10-2007
Witch's Well 