Bhakti

Bhakti

Supreme and primordial parent of us all .

No-one knows us better than you, for you are always with us.

Eternal and changeless

I call you “nameless”, and yet there is no-one with more names than you.

Well in which every creator finds its source. Ocean of bliss. Womb of All.

It is in your sweet embrace that we taste the nectar of your mercy.

It is your eternal song which nourishes our silly, silly hearts.

Your tender touch delivers us of the ache of the ephemeral mundane.

Where else is solace to be found, but in your presence.

We ask for nothing but to remember. Remember. Remember.

Whatever we do, wherever we go. Remember.

Let the seed of devotion blossom in ours cores and let us remember.

No-one knows us better than you, for you are always with us.

Around us, within us.

Always…

Nothing but you.

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(“Torus” by Heather Mclean. Heather lives and works in Calgary, Canada, tattooing at Altar, painting, drawing, illustrating, and making murals. PLEASE go visit her homepage to saturate your senses with her superb artistry  http://www.hbomb.ca/ )

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Avanti! Avanti!

Fellow witch upon the nameless path,

it is not only the current events in the USA that you should worry about. Unholy alliances are gaining momentum everywhere! They seek to unleash their travesty of “righteousness” upon us.

They seek to divide us, to break our spirits. They strife to cast us further into the shadows. To deny us of our rights. To benefit from our tears. They have declared war on the memories of those who died fighting for freedom. They will not stop. Not until every single one of us, who have always been marginalized, fades away.

Rise! Reclaim your power, resist!

Kindle the fires of Lucifer within the hearts of those around you! Brush the dust off the knees of those who have crumbled under the weight of oppression and teach them the art of poisoning. Salt the ground upon which our enemies try to sow their hate. Were they seek to segregate, go hand in hand and raise your fists in Pride!

Tear down their walls and hurl the stones at the thrones of despot kings. Embrace the Other and raise the Dead. For they know what we seek to avoid. Wait not for a saviour, to deliver us from the slave masters. Avanti! Avanti! Forge your knife and temper its blade in the knowledge of your worth! You are a star!

Seek justice and truth with ardent Passion! Do not settle for anything other than freedom. Work the artistry of pale Hekate against the tyrants with urgency! They do not see her darts, flung from the shadows they ignore! Tend your pacts and feed your allies, be they saints or demons.

Lend your voice to those who are forcefully silenced by our enemies and roar. Fight for equality. The new word of sin is blind obedience. Act now, lest we see each other at Lammas Night…

For one thing is certain! The Devil is real, and the pale moon is on our side!

Aradia, Aradia mia!
Tu che siei figlia del più peggiore
Che si trova nell Inferno,
Che dal Paradiso fu discacciata,

 E con una sorella, te ha creata,
Ma tua madre pentita del suo fallo,
A voluto di fare di te uno spirito,
Un spirito benigno,
E non maligno!

Aradia! Aradia! Tanto ti prego
Per l’amore che por ti ha tua madre,
E a l’amor tuo che tanto l’ami,
Ti prego di farmi la grazia,
La grazia che io ti chiedo
Se questa grazia mi farei,
Tre cose mi farai vedere,
Serpe strisciare,
Lucciola volare,
E rana cantare
Se questa grazia non mi farai,
Desidero tu non possa avere,
Avere più pace e ne bene,
E che da lontano tu debba scomodarti.
E a me raccomodarti,
Che ti obri… che tu possa torrnar
Presto al tuo destino.

The Witches Reel

Cummer, go ye before, cummer go ye
If ye willna go before, cummer, let me
Ring-a-ring-a-widdershins
Linkin lithely widdershins
Cummer, carlin, crone and queen
Roun go we

Cummer, go ye before, cummer, go ye
If ye willna go before, cummer, let me
Ring-a-ring-a-widdershins
Loupin lightly widdershins
Kilted coats and fleein hair
Three times three

Cummer go ye before, cummer, go ye
If ye willna go before, cummer, let me
Ring-a-ring-a-widdershins
Whirlin skirlin widdershins
De’il tak the hindmost
Wha e’er she be

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There is a lovely “translation” over at Sarah Lawless’ page.

Word of interest:

Carlin:  old woman, witch
Cummer: woman friend, witch
Deil: devil
Fleein: flying
Hindmost: last, furthest behind
Kilted: tucked up
Loupin: jumping, leaping
Queen: quean or quine, girl, woman
Skirlin: screeching

[WIP] Origins

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(The following is a work in progress, taking inspiration from different sources)


 

In utter silence royal Darkness rested. All-encompassing. Neither alone nor in company, as it was  all there was and all that shall be. Fate. Nameless, older than the race that invented names. Awe-inspiring and wholesome.

It opened its eyes to see itself, reflected in the mirroring beauty of its own body. And thus splendorous Light was born, illuminating Truth. A radiant reflection of the infinite, opalescent and blinding in its beauty. A blazing star and bright flame, heralding the coming of what we call “day”.

And they, divided for the sake of union, embraced. And from their  passionate Love all of creation sprung forth. Light adorned the body of Darkness with bright jewels and shimmering garments. And their Creation was and is and will always be beautiful.

Enamored with creations beauty and proud beyond measure of what it had helped to bring into existence, Light wanted to to experience it. Light decided to join Nature. It fell and mingled with it.

It clad itself with the colorful  bounties it found, with roots and fur, with dirt and ashes, with bones and blood.   It indwelled the wind and the marrow, the tress and the gallows. Light imbued creation with its blue flame. And Lights children crowned it, two-pronged. Light became the worlds ruler, its controller and comforter. Being Truth, Light  took it upon itself to always dispel wrongdoing and Nature loved its master.

It grew more and more enamored with  the playfulness of creation until one day, glamoured by its beauty, Light forgot its own origin, it started to fear Darkness. It fled.

But Darkness loved splendorous Light dearly and wished  to receive it again into itself, swallowing it up in rapture and delight. Darkness trembled with desire while it  watched Light rule over Live and Death, giving body in its forge to many form.

So Darkness too descended into the world below the empyrean realms it dwelt in. It stripped off the precious jewels and shimmering garments, veil by veil. Seven. It assumed a form most dear to Light and gave itself into the bondage of creation.

Darkness taught Nature its own mysteries, the art of magic and sorcery, always striving for balance.  It taught the  ways of harnessing the powers that indwell creation. The powers bestowed through the star that fell.

Darkness learned the lessons of Life and thus Darkness and Light knew each other again and through  their union Darkness spins fate and Light dutifully turns the wheel. They loved their Children, for all began in Love. And all seek to return to Love, for Love is the law, the teacher or wisdom, and the great revealer of mysteries.

Throughout the ages, Light  has taken many guises and names to teach its virtues  to its children, always emerging from the sacred womb of Night. Whenever they forget about their kinship with each other and with all of creation, the coils of  its serpentine body have risen, never revealing the Light in its blinding entirety. Whenever Truth is lost because of self-made decrees and regulations, it excites  slumbering souls and  kindles within its children the flames of revolution. Despots deem it Devil in their fear.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Inspirational Sources to follow.

 

 

Anrufung des Gehörnten

Diese Anrufung wurde für das diesjährige Samhain-Ritual des Pagan Federation International Stammtisches Nürnberg geschrieben.

-This invocation was written for this years PFI (NBG) moot open Samhain ritual . English version below german text. –


ANRUFUNG DES GEHÖRNTEN

Wir rufen dich! Du, der du älter als jeder Name und ohne Gestalt bist und dennoch stolz  mit Huf und Horn den Weg allen Lebens tanzt .

Du, Dunkelheit, die uns das Licht der bleichen Herrin bringst.

In deiner Schmiede schürst du das Feuer, dass in uns’rem Inner’n brennt.

Auf deinem Amboss, gabst du uns Leib und Leben.

Bei dem Duft modrigen Laubes und dem Nebel in der Nacht

Bei der Kröte und der Schlange, die am Brunnen halten Wacht.

Bei den Knochen uns’rer Ahnen und des Pfauen bunter Pracht

Schwarzer Mann, gehörnter Meister, der am Wegrand steht und lacht.

Ankou, Arddu, Janicot

Robin, Bucca, Dhul-Qarnayn

Du, der du Tür und Pforte bist, Herr über Tod und Wiedergeburt,

Öffne weit das krumme Tor und sei Willkommen


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English version (please bear in mind, that this does only represent an English approximation, rhyme and rhythm naturally got lost in translation)

 

 

We call upon you! You, who are older than any name and without form,

and yet proudly partakes , behooved and with horns, of the path every live dances.

You, royal Darkness, that  reveals the light of our pale Mistress.

In your forge you kindle the fire that burns deep within us.

On your anvil you gave us form and live.

Through the smell of rotting leaves and the mists of the night

Through the toad and the snake, that guard the well

Through the bones of our ancestors and the colors of peacocks fan

Man in black, horned master, that stands at the edge of the road and laughs

Ankou, Arddu, Janicot

Robin, Bucca, Dhul-Qarnayn

You, who are the the door and port, lord of Death and resurrection

open wide the crooked gate and be welcomed!

 


 

Links of interest:

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bucca_(mythological_creature)

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Horned_God

http://www.feritradition.org/grimoire/deities/arddu.html

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ankou

On Diana-Hekate and the horned Master

Do not, my friend, confuse the key-bearer with the Key, nor the light-bearer with the Light.

For One is the Light, the Other’s the Key. One is the Door, the Other collects the fee.

But who is who and what is She?  Here, my friend, lies mystery.

 

I am still trying to find words to describe a flash of insight I had the other day. I am almost certain that I will fail terribly at transmitting the small but nonetheless important clue I was given on the relationship between pale Dame Fate and the horned master of Witches.

Modern depictions of the Lord, the sabbatic goat, sometimes feature a flame (a light) between his horns. It is he, the royal Darkness that manifests as Two, that brings us the light of the opalescent mistress of starry provenance.  Truth-telling Lucifer, indeed.

It is he, who unlocks the door to the realms below the mound and the kingdom beyond the veil. It is he, who will reap and it is to him that every mortal pays the dues to cross the river

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And then there is the eternal Mystery of  Mysteries, the goal within and Mother of us all. The mystical door and gate, through which all Life must pass to come into being. Diana-Hekate, Kleidoukhos and Kleidophoros. Bearer and Keeper of the Key. Is it not the Horned One, who unlocks? Is it not a key, which is needed to open a sealed door?

And yet, three-necked and many-armed, she also bears  twin-torches. Two radiant lights. Two bright stars that herald the start and end of every day. Two, that cast forth  HER opulent spiritual effulgence.  Are not her torches naught but truth-telling mirrors that reflect her light?

Inseparably interwoven. Were one is, there is the Other. All-knowing, all-pervading, all-powerful, changeless, eternal. If  one is the light, the Other turns into the key. But who is who, and what is she?

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Manifesto of Apocalyptic Witchcraft

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The following text comes from  Apocalyptic Witchcraft by Peter Grey, published by Scarlet Imprint. I stumbled over it a couple of months ago, and while I do not agree with everything in it,there are some point worth of your thoughts. Especially now, expecially today.

Go find out more about  the book here

 


Manifesto of Apocalyptic Witchcraft

1. If the land is poisoned, the witchcraft must respond.

2. It is not our way if life, it is life itself which is under threat

3. Witchcraft is our intimate connection to the web of life.

4. We are the Witchcraft.

5. Our World has forever changed. The trodden paths no longer correspond. Witchcraft thrives in this liminal, lunar, trackless realm.

6. We are storm, fire and flood.

7. We will not be denied.

8. Witchcraft is the recourse of the dispossessed, the powerless, the hungry and the abused. It gives heart and tongue to stones and trees. It wears the rough skin of beasts. It turns on a civilization that knows the price of everything and the value of nothing.

9. If you have no price you cannot be bought. If you do not want you cannot be bribed. If you are not frightened you cannot be controlled.

10. Witchcraft is folk magic, the magic of the people and for the people.

11. We call an end to the pretence of respectability.

12. We will not disarm ourselves.

13. The war is upon us.

14. Choose then to become a Mask.

15. Those with nothing left to lose will dare all.

16. There is one Witchcraft under many names. There is one Grand Sabbat on one mountain. There are many ways to fly. There is no witness present at the Sabbat.

17. Witchcraft is a force, not an order. Witchcraft is rhizomatic, not hierarchic. Witchcraft defies organisation, not meaning. We simply bear the marks.

18. Witchcraft is power and possesses this in ekstasis, sex and ordeal.
Witchcraft is unbridled sexuality.

19. In witchcraft it is the woman who initiates. We challenge man to be the equal of this woman.

20. Witchcraft is the art of inversion.

21. Witchcraft is the beauty which is terror.

22. Witchcraft is a myth, which drawing on the past, clothes itself in the symbols of (its) time.
Witchcraft does not mistake myths for history, it harnesses them to transform the future.
Witchcraft knows the ground upon which it stands.

23. Witchcraft honours the spirits. Witchcraft enchants for the lost. Witchcraft will not forget.

24. Witchcraft embodies our ancestors and saints, they carry us with them.

25. To Her is offered the blood, to use the care of the ask and bones.

26. The example we follow is our own.

27. The practice of witchcraft is one of revolution and of the power of woman.

28. The Goddess who speaks through us is known among men as Babalon.

29. Witchcraft concerns itself with mystery. Through the gates of mystery we come to knowledge. Knowledge enters us through the body. The highest form of this knowledge is Love.

30. Every drop of blood is sacrificed to the grail. Love cannot be bought with any other coin.

31. We seek and drink this wine together.

32. Will is finite, passion infinitely renewed.

33. Witchcraft is present, its is ensanguined and vivified. Witchcraft is prescient, it gazes on the future. Witchcraft is oracular, it will not hold its tongue. Our time has come


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