Swan Maiden Meditation

Swan Maiden Meditation

(Wolf Moon)
Tonight you will be dreaming with the Swan Maidens. Said to have created the Milky Way they dress in feathers and wear  silver or gold necklaces and crowns. They are partial to moonstones, skylarks, butterflies, and flowers. Swan Maidens appear as white swans or beautiful and  humanlike, with large eyes and white skin scented like lilies. Only dangerous when threatened, they are graceful and enchantingly beautiful faeries known for  their powerful magick and helpful ways.
As you are drifting off to sleep, imagine your arms becoming wings. Moving them up and down, you begin to fly up in the  air. You find yourself in a flock of Swan Maidens, who take you to an enchanted place where golden chains hold up palaces hanging from a giant tree. Below is  a pool of water that contains all knowledge and wisdom.
You fly down next to the pool of water and look up at the towering tree that houses all realms of being. You think about  something you want to know and reach down to scoop up a handful of the water. As you drink, the knowledge rushes into every part of your being. Give yourself  the suggestion that you will remember what you want to know when you wake up in the morning. When you awaken, make a note of all you recall from your dreams  in your journal.
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Calendar of the Sun for October 11

Calendar of the Sun

11 Winterfyllith

Day of Wayland the Smith

Colors: Red and White
Element: Fire
Altar: Upon a red cloth place the figure of a white horse, two white candles, several gold rings, a cup of mead, and the tools of blacksmithing.
Offerings: Handcrafts.
Daily Meal: Soup and bread.

Wayland Invocation

Long ago, a smith loved a swan-maiden,
And their love was fair, until she came no more
Into his forests. So he waited for her by her lake,
Making fine things of gold to gift her with
Should she return. But he was laid low
By greedy men and cruel, who shot him down
And finding his works to be fair, lamed him
And kept him prisoner for a king’s avarice.
Long he dwelt in prison, on an lonely isle,
Thundering forth many rings of gold
And against greed and cruelty he wrought his vengeance.
For the sons of the king came forth to him,
Threatening and bribing, reflections of their father’s
Gaping maw, and he laid them low with a hammer.
Goblets he made from their skulls, and necklaces
From their teeth. Then came their sister
To find her brothers, and he defiled her,
And fled the island on wings as broad
As those of his lost swan-maiden.
Yet to this day, when folk leave a horse
Unshod, with coin on the stone
In Wayland’s hills, he will come forth
And shoe the beast for nothing. So it is
That even he who is abused into darkness
And violence can come to a place
Of generosity and the open hand.
Teach us to overcome the wounds that cripple us,
O Smith of great craft, and to hammer ourselves
Straight and true once again.

(The cup of mead is poured out as libation, and all disperse to work that day on crafts, while meditating on their wounds and how to overcome them.)

[Pagan Book of Hours]