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When Divinity Taps

When Divinity Taps

Author: Devon, The Maid Of Epona

The ways of Divinity are varied and confounding. Many times they send you signs and you have no idea what the sign means or what you are to do with them—-until much later!

Epona tapped me on the shoulder not too long ago causing great confusion in my heart until I discovered what the true meaning of the sign was. It is, I think, an amusing story so please put up with me while I go into further details for this example.

Last fall my hubby and I attended a trail ride/drive sponsored by our local Haflinger Horse club through some of the more scenic parts of rural Pennsylvania near us. We chose to take my hubby’s small but mighty stallion, Alex, and his taller brother, my gelding, Tassletop.

Usually on these events, we split into two groups, one of riders who can go off road and cross country, through the woods, streams and hills and another group composed of carriages who must, of course, follow the roads. The turn out was small due to other conflicting events like 4-H shows, so there were maybe three carriages and four riders so we all ended up having to follow the carriages and take the roads.

My hubby and I were a little disappointed by this. Stuck behind a bunch of slow moving wagons! When were we going to be able to blow out our guys’ carburetors and gallop? Not on this outing! Yippee Ki-Yi-Yeah! Ugh.

Unbeknownst to us, that was just the way Epona wanted it!

Halfway through the ride I had a fussy, moody woman’s moment and dropped back behind everybody. (Yes, I am sadly afflicted with such things!) About twenty minutes later my hubby noticed me missing and rode back to see what had happened. I had simply gotten tired and fell back.

Tassletop was none too thrilled with being separated from the herd and fussed back at me. But once he saw his brother appear around a bend in the road, all was well with the world again.

I rode on, cross at my hubby for not noticing his poor wife’s predicament sooner. As I have said before, I was being terrible right then! We came around the bend and Alex let loose with a loud neigh that pretty much said in horse talk, “I smell pretty woman!” I rounded the bend and saw what he meant.

The road made a large u before coming up to a one lane bridge. The curve of the road wrapped around a beautiful, old Pennsylvania farmhouse and an even larger, red, in-ground barn. The left side of the road bordered a large paddock, knee deep in grass complete with a wide stream winding through it. There was a brown and white paint mare and a brown mule looking at us. Then a horse got up from where it was napping and completely hidden in the long grass.

A BLUE horse!

This blue horse was followed by another newly awakened horse and another until there were four horses looking at us and one little foal at his mama’s side. All of the newly awakened horses were blue!

Now when I say the horses were of a blue color, I mean they were what horse people term as a blue roan. A blue roan is a color where the horse seems a weird shade of gray with darker toned legs, head and a black mane and tail. Some are darker and some are lighter.

Unlike white or “gray” horses, blue roans are born blue and stay that way until the day they die whereas gray horses are born solid black in color and gradually lighten until they are pure white at about ten years of age.

Blue roans really do look blue! They’re that strange shade of gray that could be actually blue or gray. They’re kind of the same shade as slate rock or well-aged asphalt.

We spoke briefly with owners of the farm who told us they were a kind of a mustang and then we had to catch up with the others.

I could not get these blue horses out of my head! I managed to convince my hubby to take a drive back to the farm the next day and find out more information. Meanwhile half of my brain was pestering me to just let it be.

We had a nice, long, pleasant conversation with the owners of the farm. It seemed the horses were their son’s hobby. He was away in college in North Dakota. While there, he had fallen in love with this type of mustang called a Nokota.

Nokotas are descendants of the herd that Chief Sitting Bull’s people raised and used. Every time their son came home, he brought some Nokotas home from the ranch, some to keep and some to sell.

We were able to go into the field with the horses and the herd came right up to us. One vastly pregnant mare was a little standoffish so we let her be and cooed over the other mares.

One of the more friendly mares was the one with the foal. She was a very dark, almost black, blue roan and her colt, Night Storm, was a shade lighter. The colt was extremely friendly and very trusting of humans. I was at first shocked that I was able to touch a baby mustang! And then tickled when I found that he loved the attention and the handling.

I could hug him without him getting upset, scratch him all over and even crinkle his ears. He just soaked it all up like a little, furry sponge. I was amazed and intrigued!

We left with a brochure on Nokotas. The brochure took up residence on our computer where I stare at it whenever I check e-mail.

Then the sensible side of my brain began to pester me. Why was I so interested in these “Nokota” horses? I already HAD my chosen breed. I didn’t have the money to invest in another breed, nor did we have the room for another horse.

I couldn’t train a baby; in fact I had no business training young horses let alone a barely touched mustang! I was a trail rider who belonged on old, plug, babysitter horses! We didn’t even have a round pen to work a young horse in. I wasn’t REALLY interested in buying one, was I?

Why did Epona lead me there?

I fussed and hemmed and hawed about the meaning of this. I had no idea what to do!

A month later I attended a Samhain celebration. Or I THOUGHT it was a Samhain celebration. What I actually ended up doing was crashing a Samhain Wiccan wedding! Whoopsie! Good thing I already had a covered dish with me!

I knew exactly three people at this wedding, the two head druids of a group from Baltimore we frequently socialize with and an acquaintance from massage school that I had lost track of named Chezhnian. Chezhnian is this red haired, firecracker of a woman who was distributing home brewed mead to the wedding guests and later ended up belly dancing around the fire as the drums played.

This school acquaintance and I ended up spending the whole wedding reconnecting. She had been raised with horses and was eagerly looking forward to getting involved with horses again. I invited her to our first Sacred Herd event at our place. She gladly accepted the invite.

We kept better track of each other in the following months. She ended up coming along for the ride when we went to the Harrisburg Draft Horse auction. We were NOT expecting to come home with another horse!

But we did!

Well, buying this horse presented us with some problems. We had bought a young gelding that was barely trained. He still needed a lot of work before he would make a good mount for my hubby.

Chezhnian offered to train our “Indy” for us. The money we paid her she would save to buy her first horse with. That way she could start putting the energy out there to attract a horse to her.

This worked out splendidly! Indy aka “the Brautwurst” really blossomed under Chezhnian’s tutelage. Even when he was being disciplined, he was thoroughly enjoying being the center of attention.

He went from nipping people to knowing that was not allowed. He realized the stirrups on a saddle were not really out to get him. He went from trying to kill the farrier, to only wiggling slightly.

He stopped being panic stricken when the clippers were taken to his face, to falling asleep on the cross ties while I buzzed his bridle path and prospector’s beard. He’s really come a long way in such a short time!

Then I offered to help Chezhnian find her next horse.

Now I’ve offered to help a lot of people find horses. They always seem to come to them on their own with no help from me. I asked her what kind of breed she was looking for.

Well, she didn’t care for chestnuts so I couldn’t convert her to Haflingers! (No problem! I don’t think two redheads would combine too well. Both are way too spirited! ) She didn’t care for drafts, or warmbloods. But she liked Arabians, she had a very soft spot for Morgans because that had been her first horse and she liked mustangs.

It was then that the light bulb went off in my head.

Mustangs eh??

What about a Nokota?

“A Nokota? What’s that?” was the answer.

So I told her. I told her all I knew about them. (Which wasn’t much!) I also told her that if she went to check out this farm, she really needed to check out the baby they had.

A week later she told me that she was going horse shopping that Saturday before she would come to our place to work ‘the Brautwurst’ and have dinner with us. She told us that she was going to check out the Nokotas.

She walked in the door that night smiling like the cat that swallowed the canary!

“What did you do?” I asked, already suspecting.

“I bought him! I bought Night Storm!” was the answer.

Happy dance time!

It was then I remembered. I remembered my consternation over why I had become so fascinated with this strange breed of blue horses. I had to know about them because I was going to meet Chezhnian. I had to know so that I could tell her about them. I had to discover them so that she could buy Night Storm.

The Gods work in mysterious ways!

I guess Epona’s message to me was never bitch because you’re stuck behind a bunch of slow moving wagons! There was an indigo gem just waiting to be discovered. And we would have never seen it if we had gone cross-country. We would have never known that there were blue mustangs in Pennsylvania right down the road from us.

And Chezhnian would have never lost her heart to a blue, baby, Nokota horse, a horse that was bound to change her life forever.

Never question the message. Sometimes we are entrusted with a sign for a reason, either for ourselves or for somebody else.

Epona was trying to tell me to pay attention and listen. Magic was afoot!

I’m so glad I listened!

* Note* Night Storm has now been re-named N.S. Indigo.

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Your Animal Spirit for August 28th is The Beaver

Beaver

Beaver may be one of the hardest working animals on the planet. Beaver is attuned to both earth and water medicine, and is strongly attached to home and family. Beaver appears in your reading to remind you that sometimes there’s no substitute for hard work. Make a plan, create a solid foundation, then take  the next indicated step.

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Your Animal Spirit for August 17 is Beaver

Your Animal Spirit for Today
August 17, 2013

 

Beaver

Beaver may be one of the hardest working animals on the planet. Beaver is attuned to both earth and water medicine, and is strongly attached to home and family. Beaver appears in your reading to remind you that sometimes there’s no substitute for hard work. Make a plan, create a solid foundation, then take  the next indicated step.

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Did You Gasp With Horror?

If you didn’t, you’re not human. I am talking about the horrible news of the British solider being hacked to death in the middle of the street. I could not believe my ears. In the middle of broad daylight, one report I heard was individuals were watching! What in the holy hell is wrong with these people? To stand and watch another person get hacked to death right before their very eyes. My Goddess, is there no hope for this planet?

 

To add salt to an already very open and raw wound, the terrorist or murderer is tape recorded. I wanted to crawl through the TV at him. Blood still on his hands and shouting, “None of you are safe anywhere, we are going to kill you all!” You do know who that means don’t you?  The innocent ones, our sons, our daughters, our brothers, our sisters. These terrorists don’t care. As long as you do not belong to their religion, you are marked for death. They don’t care if you are a solider or not, you’re dead.

 

You’ve been warned, not by me but by the maniac waving his bloody hands in the air yesterday. Just imagine how many more maniacs there are like him out there.

 

Ever since 9 – 11, the Americans have been fed up. We took a stand that day on the Flight that went down in Pennsylvania. We decided if they are going to kill us, then we are going down fighting. I can never believe an act like what occurred in the England yesterday would happen here. We are fed up. We would have been out there in that street with ball bats, pocket knifes and who knows what else. We are not going to tolerate terrorism anymore. They are out to kill us. Don’t that make you sick at your stomach? They want everyone of us wiped off the face of the planet. I haven’t don’t anything to them. Have you? I would imagine that poor man hacked to death yesterday hadn’t either. His only fault, he had on a uniform. It could have been anyone with an uniform on. These people don’t care. All they care about is killing as many of us as possible.

 

It sort of reminds me of the Witch hunts of old. Except this time, it is everybody being hunted. I am an old soul. I know for a fact, I didn’t go down then without a fight nor will I now. The Burning Times have returned. But instead of the Burning Times it is the Killing Times. Are we going to stand idly by and watch this happen? As for me, I’m not. I hope you won’t either.

 

I believe it is time we call on two of our Greatest Goddesses that exist. Hecate and Morrighan. With our Almighty Great Hecate, we petition for Her to seek out all those that wish to do the Innocent harm. Show them swift and unmerciful justice. Our Almighty and Dark Queen Morrighan, we petition Her to protect the Innocent. Watch over them, protect them from all the blood thirsty maniacs till they can properly dealt with.

 

We are Witches. They want to kill us just like everyone else. Truthfully, since we are witches probably more so. But we will not stand idly by, we will take up arms. We have our Almighty Goddesses to help us and aid us in our quest to end this bloody madness. Let us use the power we have been given for now is the time. To call upon the Great Hecate and the Dark Queen Morrighan. Please for the lives of our children, make your petitions now.

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A Little Humor For Your Day – ‘Relationships’ (Be warned, a teeny bit dirty)

Relationships

by Anon

LOVE – When your eyes meet across a crowded room.
LUST – When your tongues meet across a crowded room.
MARRIAGE – When you try to lose your spouse in a crowded room.

LOVE – When intercourse is called -making love.
LUST – When intercourse is called -screwing.
MARRIAGE – When intercourse is a town in Pennsylvania.

LOVE – When you argue over how many children to have.
LUST – When you argue over who gets the wet spot.
MARRIAGE – When you argue over whose idea it was to have kids.

LOVE – When you share everything you own.
LUST – When you steal everything they own.
MARRIAGE – When the bank owns everything.

LOVE – When it doesn’t matter if you don’t climax.
LUST – When the relationship is over if you don’t climax.
MARRIAGE – When … uh … what’s a climax?

LOVE – When you phone each other just to say, “Hi.”
LUST – When you phone each other to pick a hotel room.
MARRIAGE – When you phone each other to bitch about work.

LOVE – When you write poems about your partner.
LUST – When all you write is your phone number.
MARRIAGE – When all you write is checks.

LOVE – When your only concern is for your partner’s feelings.
LUST – When your only concern is to find a room with mirrors all around.
MARRIAGE – When your only concerned as to what’s on TV.

LOVE – When you are proud to be seen in public with your partner.
LUST – When you only see each other naked.
MARRIAGE – When you never see each other awake.

LOVE – When your heart flutters every time you see them.
LUST – When your groin twitches every time you see them.
MARRIAGE – When your wallet empties every time you see them.

LOVE – When all the songs on the radio describe exactly how you feel.
LUST – When the song on the radio determines how you do it.
MARRIAGE – When you listen to talk radio.

LOVE – When breaking up is something you try not to think about.
LUST – When staying together is something you try not to think about.
MARRIAGE – When just getting through the day is your only thought.

LOVE – When you’re only interested in doing things with your partner.
LUST – When you’re only interested in doing things TO your partner.
MARRIAGE – When you’re only interested in your golf score.

LOVE- When a rainy day means more time to stay inside and talk.
LUST- When a rainy day means more time to stay inside and have sex.
MARRIAGE- When a rainy day means it’s time to clean the .

LOVE- You only leave the house to  and doughnuts.
LUST- You only leave the house to buy condoms and Vaseline.
MARRIAGE- You only leave the house when you’re allowed.

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The Witch Hunts of Old Hit Home

I have been thumbing through some of my books. Truthfully as I look through them, I can’t find anything at all that interests me to talk about. Except one thing that I learned about not to long ago that happened in my hometown.

All of my family came out of the mountains of Eastern and Central Kentucky. Most of the men were coal miners and the women were homemakers. I remember my father had come from a family of 13 children. There would have been 15 but two of them died as babies. My mother came from only a family of 3 children. Her baby sister passed on when she was 12 from lockjaw. She stepped on a rusty nail and there was no cure at the time. My father and mother met, married and moved to Western Kentucky. I grew up in this area and have lived here all my life. I always thought it was a very peaceful and lovely place to live. All those thoughts were scattered to the wind the other day. I learned of something terrible that had happened here. Down where the floodwall now stands on the other side of it, three witches were hanged. I cried.

The thought of those women or so called witches has been weighing on my mind. The is the first time, I had ever heard of the witch hunts and executions coming this far south. The details of the hanging are unknown to me. The names of the victims and what they were accused of is also. I want to know about these women. I feel a yearning to know. Perhaps it is a sisterhood or perhaps there Spirits are calling to me, I don’t know. But I want to find out.

I haven’t mentioned any of these to my husband yet. I know what he will say, “leave it alone. Don’t go snooping.” I had an aunt on my father’s side to just disappear. No one in the family ever talked about her. The only reason I know is because I did a little genealogy on my own. She showed up in the censuses and I also found a birth record of her. I even asked my sister about her and she had never heard of her either. It was always public knowledge that women on both sides of the family practiced healings and witchcraft. It makes me wonder if one of those women could have been my aunt.

I cannot even begin to think how to go about researching something like this. I know my husband runs across transcripts of Witch Trials no one had ever heard of before. He gave me one not to long ago about a trial in Pennsylvania that I have found no record of anywhere. I would love to find out more about these women. I would especially like to know if one of them was my aunt.

Perhaps this explains the strong feelings I have in regards to the Burning Times. Perhaps it explains why I am always talking about our Ancestors. I know I had several stoned and hung, distant ones not like an aunt. To me, an aunt is blood, real blood. I feel a responsible to find out what happened to her. Then I stop to think, if it was my aunt could I honestly handle the cruelty that I found out she suffered. Who knows if she was an actually practitioner? She might have been one of my relatives that was completely innocent. The thought of that makes me sick. The thought of her being tortured and no telling what else, just to make her confess. Then taken out to a gallows or even a tree and hung, it makes me cry. It is different when you read and heard about the old ones back in the 1600′s. But when you wonder if one of these women could have been your  aunt hung back in the early 1900′s. It hits home. It hits you square in your heart and soul.

The cruelty of people. How could people treat any of them the way they did? Did these people have any regrets? Didn’t they have any compassion for another human being? What happened back then, did the world go mad? I guess due to my tolerance and compassion for others, I will never understand it.

All I know is I want to know who these women were. Whether any of them were my aunt or not, I pray the Goddess gave them peace and comfort. I truly pray they were reborn into a much kinder and gentler world from which they came.

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Your Animal Spirit for September 2 is The Beaver

Your Animal Spirit for Today
September 2, 2012

 

Beaver

Beaver may be one of the hardest working animals on the planet. Beaver is attuned to both earth and water medicine, and is strongly attached to home and family. Beaver appears in your reading to remind you that sometimes there’s no substitute for hard work. Make a plan, create a solid foundation, then take  the next indicated step.

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SPELL TO BIND AN INHERITANCE

SPELL TO BIND AN INHERITANCE

First, you must obtain a porcupine quill. Granted, this isn’t an easy thing to do in this
day and age, but unfortunately, it is the only way.
Once you have the porcupine quill, the remainder of your spellwork will be a breeze.
Rub the porcupine quill with essence of Mir, which may be obtained without a prescription
from any apothecary. While stroking the quill with essence of Mir, intone the following:
Goddess of Mir, Queen of Night,
Confound mine enemies;
Prick (person’s name) with compunction,
Baffle (him/her) with blood.
(Prick your thumb with the quill and squeeze out a few drops on a smoking brazier)
Queen of Night, fair Proserpine,
Confound mine enemies;
Open (name’s) eyes so that (he/she) may do My bidding.
(Spit upon the brazier)
Artemis, brave Huntress,
Confound mine enemies;
Let the arrow find its mark.
(Blow upon the coals of the brazier until they glow fiery red)
Aphrodite, ruler of Hearts,
Confound mine enemies;
Let justice rain down from Heaven.
(Pour a libation of rainwater upon the brazier until it is extinguished; lay the porcupine
quill upon the extinguished coals.) So mote it be!
(After ensuring that the coals are extinguished, nail a live salamander to the wall)
This is a totally binding spell, so be sure that this is what you really want.

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