If you can imagine Bambi, you can imagine the message Deer brings to you today—a message of sweetness, innocence, and gentle spirit. Be delicate today in your communication with other and with yourself. This is definitely not a time for being critical, mean-spirited, or sarcastic. Just as Deer’s heart can be easily wounded, so can the heart of your friends, co-workers, or family members.
If you can imagine Bambi, you can imagine the message Deer brings to you today—a message of sweetness, innocence, and gentle spirit. Be delicate today in your communication with other and with yourself. This is definitely not a time for being critical, mean-spirited, or sarcastic. Just as Deer’s heart can be easily wounded, so can the heart of your friends, co-workers, or family members.
CALL OF THE GODI am the radiant King of the Heavens, flooding the Earth with warmth and
encouraging the hidden seed of creation to burst forth into manifestation. I
lift my shining spear to light the lives of all beings and daily pour forth my
gold upon the Earth, putting to flight the powers of darkness.
I am the master of the beasts wild and free. I run with the swift stag and soar
as a sacred falcon against the shimmering sky. The ancient woods and wild places emanate my powers, and the birds of the air sing of my sanctity.
I am also the last harvest, offering up grain and fruits beneath the sickle of
time so that all may be nourished. For without planting there can be no harvest;
without winter, no spring.
Worship me as the thousand-named Sun of creation, the spirit of the horned stag
in the wild, the endless harvest. See in the yearly cycle of festivals my birth,
death and rebirth – and know that such is the destiny of all creation.
I am the spark of life, the radiant Sun, the giver of peace and rest, and I send
my rays of blessings to warm the hearts and strengthen the minds of all.
If you can imagine Bambi, you can imagine the message Deer brings to you today—a message of sweetness, innocence, and gentle spirit. Be delicate today in your communication with other and with yourself. This is definitely not a time for being critical, mean-spirited, or sarcastic. Just as Deer’s heart can be easily wounded, so can the heart of your friends, co-workers, or family members.
Time of deepest darkness
The God is born anew
Seedling in the frozen earth
Awaiting springtime dew.
The ground, an icy wasteland,
Though neighbors hearts are warm
We share our goods with everyone
So no one comes to harm.
Snow lies on her shoulders
Frosted mantle for her hair
Winter’s Queen is giving birth
The Goddess, always there
The sun is growing brighter.
It happens every year
Promising return of light
For sod and oak and deer
Stag King, his mighty antlers
Rising from a drift
Leaps for the hunter’s arrow
Just as strong and swift
He knows his time has ended
He is heading to the plain
Where joy caresses memory
Like softly summer rain
New fawn takes his first step,
The buck he will become.
After the time of knowing
A new year has begun.
(poem by: Zephyr Lioness )
Santa’s reindeer most probably evolved from Herne, the Celtic Horned God. Eight reindeer pull Santa’s sleigh, representative of the eight solar sabbats. In British lore, the stag is one of the five oldest and wisest animals in the world, embodying dignity, power and integrity. From their late Autumn dramatic rutting displays, stags represented strength, sexuality and fertility. As evidenced by multiple prehistoric excavations of stag antler ritual costumes, the wearing of stag antlers in folk dance recreated the sacred male shaman figure called Lord of the Wild Hunt, Cernunnos, or Herne the Hunter, among others–he who travels between worlds, escorting animal spirits to the afterlife and sparking wisdom and fertility in this world. Likewise, the stag’s branching antlers echo the growth of vegetation. In America, the stag represents male ideals: the ability to “walk one’s talk,” and powerfully, peacefully blend stewardship and care of the tribe with sexual and spiritual integrity.
In Northern European myth, the Mother Goddess lives in a cave, gives birth to the sun child, and can shape shift into a white hind, or doe. Therefore, the white hind was magical, to be protected and never hunted. In myth, graceful running women of the forest–who were actually magical white hinds–brought instant old age or death to hunters who chased them.
To the Celts, all deer were especially symbolic of nurturing, gentle and loving femaleness. White deer hide was used to make tribal women’s clothing. White deer called “faery cattle” were commonly believed to offer milk to fairies. In Britain amongst the Druids, some men experienced life-transforming epiphanies from spiritual visions or visitations by white hinds, balancing and healing their inner feminine energy. In Europe white hinds truly exist, and are many shades of warm white cream-colors, with pale lashes–otherworldly in their peaceful and modest behavior. To many Native American tribes, deer are models of the graceful and patient mother who exhibits unconditional love and healthy, integrated female energy.
5 Blutmonath
Herne’s Day I: Prey
Color: Brown and green
Element: Earth
Altar: On a cloth of brown and green lay dried leaves, pine incense, a vase of dead branches with dry leaves attached, antlers, and figures of deer. The room is dark, lit with a single green candle.
Offerings: Cobs of corn. Willingness to face a fear that is pursuing you.
Daily Meal: Vegetarian.
Invocation to Herne I
Hail, Lord of the Forest!
The deer are gathering
In these your deepest woods,
Great stag with antlers wide and proud,
Soft-eyed doe for whom
The warriors clash their horns,
Delicate fawn mottled as the underbrush.
The hares are finding
Their winter burrows,
The squirrels collecting
Their hoards of fodder,
The pheasant and quail
Readying themselves for the season
Of death on many sides.
You who understands
The desperate chase,
Heart pounding, feet pounding,
Knowing well that death
Is your destiny,
Help us to make peace
With the oncoming challenge
And to know that it is only
One of our many moments
In the cycle of life.
Chant:
Horned One, Lover, Son,
Leaper in the corn
Deep in the Mother
Die and be reborn.
(As the last sound of the chant dies away, all bow to the altar and leave room in silence.)
If you can imagine Bambi, you can imagine the message Deer brings to you today—a message of sweetness, innocence, and gentle spirit. Be delicate today in your communication with other and with yourself. This is definitely not a time for being critical, mean-spirited, or sarcastic. Just as Deer’s heart can be easily wounded, so can the heart of your friends, co-workers, or family members.
If you can imagine Bambi, you can imagine the message Deer brings to you today—a message of sweetness, innocence, and gentle spirit. Be delicate today in your communication with other and with yourself. This is definitely not a time for being critical, mean-spirited, or sarcastic. Just as Deer’s heart can be easily wounded, so can the heart of your friends, co-workers, or family members.
5 Blutmonath
Herne’s Day I: Prey
Color: Brown and green
Element: Earth
Altar: On a cloth of brown and green lay dried leaves, pine incense, a vase of dead branches with dry leaves attached, antlers, and figures of deer. The room is dark, lit with a single green candle.
Offerings: Cobs of corn. Willingness to face a fear that is pursuing you.
Daily Meal: Vegetarian.
Invocation to Herne I
Hail, Lord of the Forest!
The deer are gathering
In these your deepest woods,
Great stag with antlers wide and proud,
Soft-eyed doe for whom
The warriors clash their horns,
Delicate fawn mottled as the underbrush.
The hares are finding
Their winter burrows,
The squirrels collecting
Their hoards of fodder,
The pheasant and quail
Readying themselves for the season
Of death on many sides.
You who understands
The desperate chase,
Heart pounding, feet pounding,
Knowing well that death
Is your destiny,
Help us to make peace
With the oncoming challenge
And to know that it is only
One of our many moments
In the cycle of life.
Chant:
Horned One, Lover, Son,
Leaper in the corn
Deep in the Mother
Die and be reborn.
(As the last sound of the chant dies away, all bow to the altar and leave room in silence.)
Good Thursday morning, dear ones! I hope you are having a super fantastic day. I am sorry about yesterday. I had a little accident Tuesday night and had to go to the hospital. I ended up with 28 stitches in my left arm. It was really tender yesterday. My husband made me stay in bed with my arm laying on a pillow. I got bored, sleep a lot, got bored some more but I enjoyed being waited on hand and foot. Now if he would just do that when something wasn’t wrong with me, lol! I have took several pain pills today. It is still sore to type but bearable.
I went out to check on all the critters at dusk. To make sure their enclosures were locked and they were all right. In the fields, I heard the coyotes howling and on the prowl. When I hear them, I either sit on the porch with Kiki (we have gates at both ends were she can’t get out) or I keep the window in the bedroom open. I heard the coyotes keep getting closer and closer. Finally they were up in the pen area, I went flying out the door. My husband was right behind me with the rifle. When I got to the enclosures the coyotes were trying to get to the baby fawn. My husband fired shots and hit one of them and the others ran off. I checked the outside of the fawn’s enclosure and the coyotes had been digging. That scared me to death, so I open the door and went in to check on the fawn. I fought the fawn in the corner, laying down scared to death, shaking but she was fine. It was dark and I didn’t notice the other corner. In it was a coyote trying to escape. I turned around and I guess he felt threatened by me and he had a good right too. He lunged at me and I put my left arm up to block him from my face. My arm when right in his mouth and of course, he bit down as hard as he could. My husband came running in the enclosure and took the butt of the rifle and beat him till he let go of me. Then my husband immediately shot him. My arm had flesh torn and was bleeding like a stuck hog. My husband kept insisting we go to the hospital RIGHT NOW. I told him to fix the hole and get some flat brick and put around the fawn enclosure. He worked like a mad man running around fixing the foundation of the enclosure. Then he had to drag the coyote out of the enclosure. The coyote has been picked up and sent off to see if it has rabies or not. But I don’t think it did, I think it just felt threatened and it was dark and he attacked me. Most of the time, you can holler at a coyote and they will run. They are more scared of you, than you are of them. But back to the story, I went to the hospital, they took x-rays to make sure no bones were broke. Then they figured out were all the skin went and started sewing me back up. And that is how I ended up with the stitches and not being here yesterday. Fun, fun, fun! NOT! But everybody has went around all the enclosures and double check to make sure that the brick foundations are in place. The reason one side of the fawn’s enclosure didn’t have brick was because the guys had just built it. Now it has a double brick foundation. Thank goodness.
I missed all of you. I hope you missed me too. You know you don’t know how much you miss your friends till you can’t get to them. Especially when they don’t know what the hell is going on too, that makes it bad. But now you know and I am glad you do. I don’t want you to think they have fired me around here, lmao! The drugs just kicked in! I am going to run for now. I hope you have a super fantastic day.
Blessings to you and yours,
Love,
Lady A
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Deer is a keen observer, enabled to see well in low lighting and its sensitive hearing allows it to perceive a twig snap in the distance. For the first few days of life a fawn hardly moves, hidden by the color of its coat from predators. Once it can stand, it follows its mother around to learn how to survive. The graceful movement and gentle nature of these creatures show us the innocence of nature. Deer is a messenger of serenity, can see between shadows and hear what isn’t being said. Deer teaches us to maintain our innocence and gentleness so we can share our
open heartedness with others.
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