Calendar of the Sun for Sunday, May 4th

Calendar of the Sun

4 Thrimilchimonath

Ilmarinen’s Day

Colors: Red and black
Element: Fire
Altar: Upon cloth of red and black set an iron anvil, a hammer, a box of intricate making within which are many golden stars, and eight red candles.
Offerings: Make something.
Daily Meal: Food that is cunningly wrought to look like something it is not.

Invocation to Ilmarinen

O great smith of the northern snows,
Swift of sleigh and skilled of hand,
You who wrought the sampo,
That which given forth inexhaustible wealth,
Guide our hands in that which we create!
Let us be flowing wells
Of the creative force,
And let us make manifest that which we need.
Teach us also, O great smith of the northern snows,
Those lessons that you learned
To your pain and chagrin:
That love cannot be truly bought with gold,
Or with the most wondrous of possessions.
That affections so bribed will not last.
That slavery brought on unwilling
For the need for affluence and wealth
Will someday be a knife in the back
Of the most comfortable bed.
That you cannot build love
Out of silver and gold.
That you cannot recreate the power
Of the sun and the moon
No matter what your skill.
That in the end, power lies not in the hand
But in the heart, and the heartfelt word.
Teach us, Ilmarinen,
Smith of the northern snows,
That we may share the lessons
That have bent your neck these many years.

(All approach the altar, and each strikes the anvil with the hammer nine times.)

 

Source:

[Pagan Book of Hours]

Current Moon Phase for May 4th – Waxing Crescent

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Crescent Moon

(waxing/45-90 degrees)

 

During this Moon phase, there is a slight slowing down of enthusiasm due to an emerging desire to produce tangible results from the energy being expended. The issue of values enters into the equation and an urge to tie together the data available so that you can utilize current opportunities. There is still plenty of forward motion, and this is a great time to continue initiating and progressing forward. This Moon phase favors gaining more information and the input of others to further your plans.

Let’s Talk Witch – Well, Let’s Talk Witch, lol!

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We have decided not to have our regular “Let’s Talk Witch” section or “The Witches Magick” section today. Don’t get upset we have something way better. We have declared today to be “SUPER SPELL SUNDAY!’

 

During the week days, we feel we do not put out the amount of spells we should. So today, we are going to give you spell overload, lol! I hope you enjoy it and if you have any special request just holler!

 

Oh, and please don’t forget our ISP Drive

Any amount is great appreciated, just as long as we are able to stay on the net. 

Magickal Activity for Bona Dea, May 4th – Make Your Own Wishing Pot

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Magickal Activity for Bona Dea, May 4th – Make Your Own Wishing Pot

 

Wishing Pot

 

Items You will need:

A small ceramic jar or pot with a tight-fitting lid

2″ square piece of parchment paper

A gold ink pen

A jar of honey

Three silver coins

Write out your wish on the parchment paper. Place the paper in the bottom of the jar. Add the coins and fill the jar with honey. Cover with lid. Hold the jar close to your heart and chant the following nine times to empower the wishing pot:

“Goddess of blessings and bountiful earth

To my wishes and dreams give birth.”

Place the pot on your altar until your wishes come true. Once you receive your petition, toss the pot into the nearest water way.

Sunday Is Ruled By The Sun

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Sunday Is Ruled By The Sun

Archangel: Michael

Candle colour: Gold

Incenses: Frankincense or orange

Crystals: Amber of clear quartz

Use Sundays for spells for new beginnings, for worldly success, to achieve ambitions and to reverse bad luck, especially financial and for health.

Where possible, use an open space in sunlight for sun spells, such as a sunny beach or shimmering plain.

The Witches Correspondence for Sunday, May 4th

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The Witches Correspondence for Sunday, May 4th

 

Magickal Intentions: Growth, Advancements, Enlightenment, Rational Thought, Exorcism, Healing, Prosperity, Hope, Exorcism, Money
Incense: Lemon, Frankincense
Planet: Sun
Sign: Leo
Angel: Michael
Colors: Gold, Yellow, Orange and White
Herbs/Plants: Marigold, Heliotrope, Sunflower, Buttercup, Cedar, Beech, Oak
Stones: Carnelian, Citrine, Tiger’s Eye, Amber, Clear Quartz and Red Agate
Oil: (Sun) Cedar, Frankincense, Neroli, Rosemary

 

The first day of the week is ruled by the Sun. It is an excellent time to work efforts involving business partnerships, work promotions, business ventures, and professional success. Spells where friendships, mental or physical health, or bringing joy back into life are an issue work well on this day, too.

The Witches Almanac for Sunday, May 4th

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The Witches Almanac for Sunday, May 4th

Sunday (Sun): Healing, spirituality, success, strength and protection.

Frost Fairs on the Thames

 

Waxing Moon

The Waxing Moon is the ideal time for magick to draw things toward you.

Moon Phase: First Quarter

Moon Sign: Cancer

Cancer: Stimulates emotional rapport between people. Pinpoints need, supports growth and nurturance. Tends to domestic concerns.

Incense: Heliotrope

Color: Orange

Merry Meet & Brightest Blessings On This Beautiful Sunday Morn’!

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Goddess, give me strength
To cope with my condition
To be brave in the face of adversity
To do my best under trying circumstances.
 
Goddess, give me courage
To go forth into a difficult world
To face the ignorance of others
To continue to strive for improvement.
 
Goddess, give me patience
With my shortcomings and those of others
With pain, frustration and setbacks
With the limitations I must deal with daily.
 
Goddess, give me hope
That I may maintain a positive attitude
That I may greet every day with renewed spirit
And that I might remain open to the possibility of miracles.
 

So Mote It Be.

Dear Brothers & Sisters It is that time of the year again….

Dear Brothers and Sisters, it is that time of the year again, our server bill has arrived. Unfortunately, it is time to pay it and it has went up. As we expand, we use up more space on the server and thus our bill goes up. We have always tried to pay this bill when it comes due on our own. Most of the time, the payment comes and goes and you know nothing about it. But this year is different. Like everyone else we are having a hard time with our finances.

During this weekend, we are going to have a drive to hopefully raise enough fund to keep us on the internet. I know some of you get angry and leave when we ask for donations. I don’t blame you I get upset when I have to come to you and ask for donations. I don’t like it at all. I like to pride myself and The WOTC on being a self-sufficient organization.  So I would not do it this time but I believe it is now extremely important that we stay on the internet. Our message is getting out and if everything goes as planned, our mission will be aired to the entire world.  We are doing the Goddess’ work. We are so very close to actually fulfilling our mission that I can almost taste it. We can’t just disappear off the net. Not now, not since we are this close to our dream coming true.

I sit at this computer every day doing the Goddess’ work. Spreading our word and our message to anyone that will listen. I do it because I believe that is what I was called to do. I love doing the Goddess’ work, if I didn’t I wouldn’t be here everyday for you. I want you to stop and think, even if our dream doesn’t come true this time, there will be a next time. It is the Goddess’ will, I know this for certain. But putting that aside, where are you going to find a site like this. A site that is so dedicated to it mission, providing information for all that seek or those who just want to gather with others. You know in your hearts, that we only have good intentions. And most of all we are dedicated to bringing our Religion back to the mainstream. We are so close. We can’t fail now. We need your help. I ask you to search your hearts, consider what I have said and what we do daily, then consider whether or not we deserve to be on the net. Do we not serve the Pagan community? As long as I have anything to do with this site, we will always serve each and everyone of you.

After you have considered everything I have said, make your mind up. Then if you feel we are meeting you needs and the Pagan community needs, then please donate what you can. To me personally, it is so important that we stay on the net, I am willing to go as far as to ask for a loan from anyone. A loan which we will glad back. It is that important to me. It is that important to our religion.

Over the weekend, you will hear this message again and again. Whether you want to donate or offer us a loan to meet our server’s bill, we will very appreciative. We have come a long way and we still have a long way to go but we aren’t stopping now. With your help, together we can continue to spread our mission. I don’t believe you would be here unless that wasn’t your goal also. Together we can do this. Donations will be great appreciated and if someone finds it in their heart to offer us a loan, it will also be greatly appreciated. Our server bill is $549.00. It seems like a lot and it is, but think of the cost if we are forced off the net.

‘THINK on THESE THINGS’ for May 2nd

‘THINK on THESE THINGS’
By Joyce Sequichie Hifler

All things in sequence, first the bud and then the flower. We can no more hold back the blossom than we can the daylight. It is inevitably there, beautifully delicate and subject to crushing. Only through very careful tending will it withstand the winds and rain and pressures of the outside.

Sequence is the order of human life. God intended us to unfold as the flower: first the seed in fertile soil, the birth, the growth, the learning, the discoveries, the knowledge, the desires, the fulfillment as each phase of life follows its own sequence. We hold back the flowering of life only if we want it to be nonexistent, for it must progress. And in some of the most tender spots progression must be slow, easy, and reverently handled, for it can be as fragile as the flower.

There is within us a delicacy of thought which entwines itself throughout our beings, crossing from phase to phase, creating within us conflicts not easily understood. Something out of sequence in one phase may postpone the flowering of another phase. The very roots of our souls must be watered with reverence to successfully follow the sequence of life. If no other human understands or cares to understand, if we do, then continue – first the bud and then the flower.

Of all the intricate and complicated creations in the world, humanity occupies the first place. Our lives are made up of such flexuous combinations of body, soul, and spirit that we do not even understand ourselves.

We all desire to know what makes us tick and how to go about making ourselves tick better. Whether we realize it or not, we are in search of the truth of our own being. Why are we here? What step should we take next? One problem after another, questions after question brings us to this place again and again.

They are our personal problems and the wisest of persons cannot give us the answers. We will always need help to encourage us in our search, but we must go within ourselves to cure, to live, to feel, to believe.

We must win our own hearts before we can find happiness with others. We must know what we want and be willing to share it with others, for it is written that life is made up, not of great sacrifices or duties, but of little things, in which smiles and kindnesses win and preserve the heart.

English divine John Mason wrote these words, “By these things examine thyself: By whose rules am I acting: in whose name; in whose strength. In whose glory? What faith, humility, self-denial and live of God and to man have there been in all my actions?”

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Elder’s Meditation of the Day May 2

Elder’s Meditation of the Day May 2

“Think only about what is holy. Empty your mind.”

–Archie Fire Lame Deer, LAKOTA

If we let our minds wander, we will come up with a lot of junk: maybe bad thoughts about a brother or sister, maybe angry thoughts, maybe self-pity thoughts. Our minds are not the boss. We can instruct our mind to think about whatever we want to think about. We cannot stop thinking, be we can choose what to think about. The Elders say we move towards what we think about. That’s why they say, “Think about what is holy, think about the Grandfathers, think about culture, think about values, think about ceremonies, and think about good.”

Great Spirit, today, empty my mind and let me experience what it would be like to think about what is holy.

May 2 – Daily Feast

May 2 – Daily Feast

It is true that if we get past this one hard place, all our problems will be solved? But each day has its share of such places – if not in our lives, then in the lives of those we care so much about. We are so interchangeably connected that whatever touches one of us touches us all. A ne lv to di, one strong effort, one day at a time, one step, one question, Are we reliable? Or do we get other people to cover our tracks so that we can go on doing what we want to do? When a hard spot, a habit, an addiction dogs our tracks, it is because we have not made up our minds to turn around and face it. Trying to make it acceptable only robs us of what we need most of all – to love ourselves and to respect ourselves. But we cannot do it alone. Only the Great Holy Spirit, and He alone, can give us the power.

~ The Great Spirit does right. He knows what is best for His children. ~

SENECA

‘A Cherokee Feast of Days’, by Joyce Sequichie Hifler

The Daily Motivator for May 2nd – Honesty of being

Honesty of being

Instead of striving to figure out what to do, just do. There is no need to program or plan out every last detail of your success when you are simply and elegantly living it.

Rather than putting a lot of effort into understanding yourself, be yourself. Instead of collecting mere tokens of your desires, spend your time living and fulfilling your actual desires.

Don’t frustrate yourself seeking some arbitrary ideal of perfection. Fulfill your best possibilities in each and every moment through the simple, direct honesty of being.

Rather than striving for a specific result, put your energy into what you truly love. With authentic love as your motivation, the results you get will be very much to your liking.

Stop trying and start being. Stop trying and just start doing.

You can do truly amazing things when you give up the burdensome need to be amazing. Be, do, and live the wonder.

— Ralph Marston

 

Source:
The Daily Motivator

The Daily OM for May 2nd – Begetting Change

Begetting Change
Same Choices, Same Results

by Madisyn Taylor

A change in perspective, behavior, or response can do so much more to help us move past issues left unresolved.

Repeated bouts of adversity are an unavoidable aspect of human existence. We battle against our inner struggles or outer world forces, and in many cases, we emerge on the opposite side of struggle stronger and better equipped to cope with the challenges yet to come. However, we can occasionally encounter trials that seem utterly hopeless. We strike at them with all of our creativity and perseverance, hoping desperately to bring about change, only to meet with the same results as always. Our first instinct in such situations is often to push harder against the seemingly immovable obstruction before us, assuming that this time we will be met with a different outcome. But staying power and stamina net us little when the same choices consistently garner the same results. A change in perspective, behavior, or response can do so much more to help us move past points where no amount of effort seems sufficient to overcome the difficulties before us.

Whether our intention is to change ourselves or some element of the world around us, we cannot simply wish for transformation or hope that our lives will be altered through circumstance. If our patterns of thought and behavior remain unchanged, our lives will continue to unfold much as they have previously. Patterns in which fruitless efforts prevail can be overcome with self examination and courage. It is our bravery that allows us to question the choices we have made thus far and to channel our effort into innovation. Asking questions and making small adjustments to your thought processes and behaviors will help you discover what works, so you can leave that which does not work behind you. To break free from those unconscious patterns that have long held sway over your actions and reactions, you will likely have to challenge your assumptions on a most basic level. You must accept once and for all that your beliefs with regard to cause and effect may no longer be in accordance with your needs.

Stagnation is often a sign that great changes are on the horizon. Courting the change you wish to see in yourself and in the world around you is a matter of acknowledging that only change begets change. The results you so ardently want to realize are well within the realm of possibility, and you need only step away from the well-worn circular path to explore the untried paths that lie beyond it.

Source:

The Daily OM

INQUISITION

INQUISITION

Again the burning came,
She felt the heat, the searing pain
a cry lanced through her heart
“Why, My Lady, Why”

She lay quietly, remembering
lost within the labyrinth of the past
and the future
she did not feel the bite of the cruel blade.
Bleeding, moaning, she saw the man
his face, and heart masked with black
she knew his choices and his pain
Oh, to cause pain, to accept his own
if only she could Touch him, Heal him.

“I love you” she whispered
dark eyes calm, yet full of pain
“Don’t ” cried the man “I want to see you die”
“I love you and forgive you” she said
tears rolled freely down her cheeks

Again, and again the searing pain
As the man applied the red hot blade
“Do you still love me, and forgive me” he screamed?

Despite the pain she answered strongly
“I do”, She smiled
“Blessed be” she whispered.

A wave of pain sent her among the stars.
“My Lady” she cried “I’m frightened”
Strong arms held her close
“You have done well my child, rest now”

The man watched as the blade grew cold
As the young body before him cooled
tears streamed down his face
and he whispered
“Forgive me”

LEST WE NOT FORGET

LEST WE NOT FORGET

The year is 1500. Thousands of your friends, relatives, and even enemies are being tortured, hung, burned and worse. Your local church says that it’s in the name of God to protect others from the devil’s ways, but you’re not sure you totally agree with what’s going on. Now stop for a moment. Answer these questions.

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1.) Do you have a birthmark, mole, disfigurement, or do you even have a pimple?
2.) Are you a liberal type?
3.) Do you like to dance?
4.) Do you have a pet cat, mouse, snake, goat?
5.) Do you own a broom?
6.) Do you speak out against what you don’t believe is right?
7.) Do you sometimes give your husband or mother grief or do you “obey his/her every command like you should?”
8.) Have you ever had any enemies or just someone who didn’t think highly of you?
9.) Have you ever lived near someone that lost their job? Had a pet that died? Had a bad crop? Had a family member that died? That got sick?
10.) Have you ever gone out for a walk by yourself after nightfall?
11.) Has there ever been a hail storm or even a wicked thunder storm in the same area that you live?
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Answering yes to just one of these questions would have gotten you tried, persecuted, tortured and either hung or burned at a stake between the dates of 1100-1700. Men, women, children, the elderly, the crippled and even pets, all ended up as victims during the Witch Craze (aka The Burning Times and Witch Hunts/Craze). More middle-aged women than any other were tortured and killed though.

During the times when man was just discovering and concurring “new frontiers”, fears began to develop of the unknown that lie ahead in these “new worlds”.

These fears lead to the largest global killing spree on any scale. Many refute that the Burning times all started with the two girls who claimed they were “bewitched”.

But in fact, the start of the hatred towards Pagans, Wiccans, and Witches started far, far earlier during the renaissance period. When the Christians first arrived on the British shores, they encountered the Pagans and their rituals.

At first they worshipped side by side, but in time the Christians realized that the Pagans had a much larger following than them so they decided that something needed to be done to get more followers of Christ in their churches. Pagan Sabbats were starting to be broken up by groups of people against their ways.

Pagan temples were being destroyed. And eventually all of the beautiful ways, practices and the worshipping of the Old Gods was outlawed. The Pagan God was perverted into the depiction of the Christian Devil to scare away others from “the temptation of those heathen practices”.

Celebrations that turned into Christian Holidays were conveniently dated close and even on the same date to Pagan Sabbats to further deter others from going to the gatherings. Pagan followers had to practice in secret and seclusion.

They were no longer sure of who they could trust with their true feelings. Eventually, the old clans split up in fear of being caught and they moved far away from the newcomers.

The Christians had the law on their side and they kept a very watchful eye on their congregation. Anyone with thoughts, notions, or opinions different than that of the teachings of Christ were shamed, teased, persecuted and forced to leave or be jailed.

Fear and hatred started to breed…one thing lead to another and the Witch Craze was starting to happen.

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The most infamous Witchcraft Trials was the Salem Witchcraft Trials in Salem, Massachusetts in 1692. Although only 30 were killed there, it was ironic how a “fresh start in a New World” ended up as a killing spree on innocent victims.

Reasoning in the trials in the New World included political tensions, land related grievances, disease and religious repression. Because of the strict religious society of the time, with it’s adamant upbringing of children to follow the Bible, it created a very strong belief in the Devil.

(By this time the Christians and Catholics has already done a “great job” of spreading the word that the Pagan God was actually the Devil in the Bible.)

So it only took the hysterics of two young girls ( Elizabeth Parris and Abigail Williams),one of them was the daughter of Rev. Samuel Parris, to start off the madness of the Witch Hunts there.

The two girls became interested in the magickal culture of a West Indian slave named Tituba, who was incidentally was “owned” by Rev. Parris. They started doing divinations about future husbands, and various other things.

When some of the towns people caught them in the act of doing some of the divination techniques on their own, they quickly claimed they were bewitched to do it to save their butts.

Tibtuta, Sarah Good and Sarah Osborne were the first named by the two girls and arrested as the perpetrators of their “bewitchment” on February 29, 1692. From that point on, neighbors and friends instantly became back-stabbers and foes.
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In the year 1233, Pope Gregory IX instituted the Roman Catholic Inquisition in an attempt to gain popularity for Catholicism and his church. In 1320, Pope John XXII requested that the church officially declare Witchcraft ,and the Old Religion of the Pagans, as a “heretical movement” and a “hostile threat” to Christianity.
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The single most influential piece of propaganda that fueled their campaign was commissioned by Pope Innocent VIII in 1484 . He instructed the Dominican monks, Heinrich Kraemer and Jacob Sprenger, to publish a manual for Witch-hunters. Two years later the Malleus malificarum, or “The Witches’ Hammer” was produced. The manual was used for the next 250 years in the church’s
attempt to destroy the Old Religion.
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A clip from the book of Exodus states ,
“Thou shalt not suffer a witch to live”. This quote, alone, sealed the fate for many of the accused as well as the true followers of the Olde Ways.

However, this is a false translation. What has been translated as “witch” comes from the Hebrew chaspah, a “poisoner” or murderer. The verse can be reinterpreted to mean not to tolerate people who poison–or murderers. This is very different from condoning the brutal murder of witches. Regardless, the witch hunters were able to claim the backing of God in their tasks, and the
support of towns folk that would not question their methods.

The reasoning behind why the Witch Hunters were so interested in their “work” was largely due to their financial gain. The estate of a convicted witch was confiscated, and so more witches would mean more wealth.

Torturers, executioners, and others involved in the persecutions benefited as well. The costs of torturing, imprisoning, and executing the accused came from the accused’s own purse. Additional money was made from the selling of charms and amulets to ward of the curses of witches; and even a person who did not buy such a trinket would fall under suspicion.

Finally in 1711, the General Court reversed twenty-two of the thirty one convictions. It was not until 1957 that the Commonwealth of Massachusetts reversed the remaining guilty verdicts finally acknowledging the errors of Salem Witchcraft Trials. Unfortunately, when the persecutions finally ended in the 18th century, the stereotype of Witches, Wiccans and Pagans as devil worshippers, murderers, etc sadly remained for those who practiced within the true teachings of Witchcraft.

NEVER AGAIN THE BURNING

NEVER AGAIN THE BURNING

It is always the morning of my execution……

….I know they will come for me today.
Last night the jailer, pulling up his trousers,
Sneered, “Perhaps you’ll fancy the poll
They give you in the morning more then mine,
Stubborn bitch.”   I think
He liked it better when I had strength
And spirit enough to fight him.
He is too stupid to lie just to torment me.
I will welcome death, though the dying scares me…
I was a healer…. how long ago? Oh Gods,
I cannot think straight anymore! And I know
That their gross insults to my body will never mend.
And the pain is constant, and they have sworn me
That I will go to the fire conscious and aware.
My Goddess, I am sick to my very soul with shame;
At the last I gave them screaming what they wanted,
Mouthed any obscenity they asked, told them
What they told me to say. My sanity remains
Only because Your names to with me to the pyre,
And the grave beyond, and only there.
Oh, Beloved, if I could only see you
One last time, that your clean spirit’s fire
Could rid me of this filth and fear….
The crowd gathers now.
I hear them outside, laughing, festive….
Gods grant I will be entertaining enough….
I wonder if those pious souls who in the past
Have asked my help will mourn me?
Well, I shall be glad to quit this stinking cell…
The rats grow bolder as I decline…
Oh, Mother, give me strength!
I hear the guards outside.
“What,” I taunt, “three of you
All for one small half-starved wench?
Indeed, terrible I must be!”
They have the grace to look ashamed,
The youngest one grown pale and horrified
At the light of me; I delivered his wife
Of a fine strong one not many weeks ago.
But now I dare not ask how the child fares.
“Nay, you must carry me or drag me,
My fine bravos….these ruined feet will never
Bear my weight again. I fear I danced too long
With your good priest and his fine Spanish boots.”
They haul me to my feel and the pain….
I will not scream again for their amusement!
I must go naked, then, to my death before these fools?
I would not have them see me so, who danced
Naked for the Goddess, graceful and free,
On winged feet without a trace of shame.
Their avaricious eyes defile me; as their
Twisted priests defiled my body’s temple….
There are many strangers here in the square,
Churchmen and villagers from all the country round….
I am to be a marvelous, far-felt lesson, I see.
They bind me to their stake, too tight, more agony…
The splintering pole claws my raw back,
My shoulders wrenched and cramping, the rough rope
Burning my wrists. My legs will not support me,
And I sag in my bonds, and I fill with terror,
As a pitcher with muddy water. A priest approaches….
Oh, Goddess, must I suffer them even now?
The crowd protests the cup in his hands.
He exhorts them gently; his sect bears mercy towards all,
Malice towards none, and might not even such as I
Be saved at the bitter end?
I don’t know this one. I fight to raise my head,
To spit in his face, for one last shred of defiance….
Mother of All, no! Not you…. here!
How have you come, Beloved,
To trade your green robes for their black,
Your antlered crown for their cross?
Surely I dream, I dream…..
But now I smell your clean scent,
And your dear presence cloaks me in peace.
Rage fires in your eyes, but your pure love
Sustains me, strengthens me and warms me.
You brush the hair back form my face….
The cup you hold gently to my bruised lips I gave you
At our handfasting…. softly you whisper,
“Drink deep of salvation, my dear love,”
And your voice, harsh with unshed tears,
Rips at my soul and my own tears begin, and fully
Do I drink of your deep eyes and the chalice,
And the taste of the flying herbs bursts upon my tongue,
Belladonna, aconite, dark sweet dreams….
They are coming now with the fire.
Almost you linger too long, haunted eyes on mine,
But as sleep steals over me, I see you melt
Safely into the throng.
I am drifting now; I hear my mother singing, far away….
The pain is gone. I am a little girl again…I am safe,
My mother is calling me and I run gladly into her arms….
But in the room I have left behind, someone has been careless
With the supper, Mother, they must turn the spit faster,
For I can smell the roasting meat burning,
And the dinner guests are shouting….

I wake in cold sweat, and cannot drink
From the glass you bring me. Oh, sisters, hear:
Our daughters must not dream these dreams!
We must defend ourselves, stand with out brothers,
And make the arsonists let us be.
Oh, sisters, hear: Never again,
Never again the burning.

Gale Perrigo (1985)