An offering to the Good Neighbors

I have a small outdoor alter under an apple tree on my property.  I made an offering of wine there tonight and remember the words I spoke.  I may use this again.  Too often I forget these rather spontaneous words. 

I offer to thee in the quiet

I offer to thee in the dark

I offer to thee in the light

I offer to thee from my heart

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Story of the Great Bear/A modern fable about an Ancient Time

*Just a little something I wrote under inspiration a few weeks ago.

 
Long ago, at the beginning, when humankind was very young, and the days of their walking were a mere handful of twilights, the Great Bear roamed. She walked the Earth in great glory and strength and the People held her in reverence and awe.  She taught them how to hunt and forage for bountiful food that her Earth yielded in every kindness, how to see far beyond their own noses.  

To venture far into the unexplored forests, to tread over soil and stone, to see the bear as a noble beast of power, a comrade, or brother, one not so unlike themselves in all manner of things. For indeed, they were much alike, seeking warmth in the cave depths, searching for food among the roots and berries, and lusting for the sweet blood filled taste of meat.  And like their fearsome forest comrade, they too, protected and defended their own cubs.

The Great Bear minded them, kept a watchful eye and a keen ear on them under sun and stars. Soon, they sensed her watching.  They left her offerings of love and devotion. Small tokens of their appreciation.  They carved her likeness into wood, painted her image on stone.  Donned the skin of their forest comrade, so that maybe they would learn a bit of his ways.  

After a great time had passed, The Great Bear watched her children from the mountaintop, and far off in the distance, beyond the horizon another Great Bear walked on the Earth.  He was Mighty and Tall, Ferocious and Hungry, Father Bear, who came searching for the Great Bear.  He came from far and he had hunted long for her, smelling her Essence on the Four Winds.  He came from the North, the Relentless Winter Walker.  When she came into view he was awestruck at her visage, and she, delighted in his Arrival.  She had sensed his coming from the time he took his first step.  Jubilant, she turned and fled, for the chase made the catch more thrilling, and she had waited long for the sound of his pursuing roar.  He gave chase across the forest, breaking through the undergrowth, across streams, and mighty rivers, oceans of immensity, but neither of them tired of the pursuit.  She propelled herself into the clouds, and climbed and climbed until the moon came into view, alabaster and bold, and to the Stars she took him, and steady he pushed on.

Much time passed, and while the night sky is beautiful, it is quite cold and she began to wonder what sweet warmth Father Bear could offer.  So down out of the Darkness she came, leaving the cold behind. The Earth was wide awake.  Blossoming across the land.  She settled in a field of verdant green with tall swaying grass and endless wildflowers.  And Father Bear joined her.  Filled her with the Ecstasy of his being, as the two joined as One.  

Still around and mucking about

I’ve been busy and there’s much I need to write and very much want to write, but have been doing other things. 

Namely, studying and reading and using this time during the summer when I’m not working to explore what’s next, as I feel the time for change is coming. I’ve been reading Bonewits and his Druidry book, just wanting to explore my options. Most of my Gods are Norse/Germanic but I feel I have very little in common with Asatru.  It’s an interesting place for me to be in spiritually. 

Every couple of years I feel it the spark in me to just get things done….Now it’s in regards to my job and any long term career goals I hope to achieve this late in the game.  I’m not ancient (I’m 40), but I’m not getting any younger either.  

Stay tuned and wish me luck. 

Artio

I’ve been constructing a sacred place on my property.  It’s not much and it’s outdoors, but it is an expression of the female divine.  Artio has come into my life like a slow moving summer storm, and I’ve no idea what this goddess desires from me.  Maybe it is merely the gift of awareness. I do not know.  

I do know that knowing Her is knowing life.  Feeling it in the very fiber of one’s being. Every heartbeat from the deer racing through the forest, to the worm crawling along the forest floor, with Her you can feel it when you experience her Divine presence.  It can make you weep.  So why not build a shrine/space for this goddess? The great bear goddess who guided our ancestors thousands of years ago across Europe, who led us to food and warmth inside her caves?  In fact, I think such devotion is long overdue. 

This is it Rome has started to burn

Time to resist

Seems the chump monkey

Has done  every goddamn nightmare scenario

How many times were you fucking trumpkins

Warned from the get go

One big D.C. Groupfuck

All that woman hating honky cock

Half the senate bowing down

Selling out American pride

Bend down Senator and open wide

For a taste of prezzie cock

Pump it harder  your two yes boys can’t get enough

while they sell the rest of us out

Pump and swallow Mitch McConnell

Pump and swallow Paul Ryan

You’re only good for cocksucking and lying

Traitors one and all

Fuck every goddamn one
Impeach the baboon and then what we got?

Commander Pence left to play god

White Isis

Or maybe that’s what the fascists wanted all along

Let the baboon play awhile until they take charge

Now what

Now what

I ask and implore

To all those Americans who checked this chumps coat at the door

Who believed in an ugly America

A filthy America 

A place of wealth ruled by scum

What now traitors?

You’re just as fucking guilty

Every

Last

One

Trump is a spec next to our Gods

I felt today the immensity of the Gods. That Donald fucking Trump, his bimbette daughter/wife, his creepy clown faced sons, and the rest of the fool’s brigade currently heading our government are minuscule next to the power of the Gods. 

What is a measly Trump in comparison to the awesome sovereign giver the Morrigan? 

What is a measly Trump next to the ancient wisdom of Holle? 

What is a measly Trump up against the great Calleich?

What is a measly Trump pitted against the wisdom of the Allfather? 

What is a measly Trump against the ferocity of Kali? 

What is a measly Trump against the endless ageless great Gods from every pantheon??

Nothing. 

CT scans and the godsĀ 

I had to receive one on my head today due to some weird neurological changes in my migraine patterns.  Sometimes we just go around in our day to day and we become complacent that things will go on working as they should. 

I’ve had common migraines for years. I experienced one with aura, limited vision and left side body numbness last week.  It was frightening.  A few days ago another aura, more bad vision and some short lived aphasia. Due to some odd issues a few years back involving body numbness the doc ordered a scan.

So lying on the machine today, pumped full of dye, being pumped full of who knows how much radiation, I closed my eyes and thought of Odin

Odin, great god that gives me the strength to withstand all things

Who tells me to face all my fears  with bravery… and strength

So that I may endure.

The fury of spring

Living in North Carolina, you soon realize that Spring is the absolutely best thing.  Living here since 2011, and even a few years before that, Spring has become my favorite season. You start seeing signs of Spring as early as February if you know where to look.  On warmer days I’ll see ants venture out, by March I can see buds on the trees and by early April flower buds erupt and nature’s most beautiful shade of green, spreads herself across the landscape. Even weeds look lovely. I curse the allergies that sometimes come with it, but anyone who lives in the American South knows if you are wise you appreciate the Spring.  This is the time to rejoice in the outdoors. To languish on decks and porches past sunset, for soon summer will be upon us and the increasingly warmer sun.  May we heal our great Earth…..

Bears

So something happened to me a long while back that I wish to share with the world. When I hedge ride/journey or whatever noun you want to use, I usually write down what I’ve seen or learned and that’s the end of it. It’s a very personal thing. I never feel the need to share my experiences with spirits or gods that I may encounter. I do not seek the validation of others, or wish to be hip into some kind of UPG sharing of every little thing that seems to be rampant on the interwebs.
As a general rule I honor the Norse/Germanic gods, Odin, Holle, Ullr, and Thor primarily, though if one would ask, I hail all of them. The most intense experience I’ve had with a representation of the divine however occurred with what would be considered a Celtic goddess. At the time I did not even know her name. This will be the first and last time I recount such an experience, if only to see if anyone out there has experienced this goddess in a similar manner. This happened in July of 2015, I lost my father in May of 2014 and my mother in February of 2015. At the time I thought I handled it all very well, though despite our troubles, I felt close to them both. I had long made peace with my father’s passing. Despite the physical miles between us, I knew the moment his spirit left his physical body. His illness was long and tortuous, and his death did not come as a surprise. I never felt like I had that kind of closure with my mother. She succumbed to sepsis, and my last conversation with her was long distance, as I screamed into the phone, trying to elicit a coherent response from her on the line. She was so far gone she could barely articulate words, I remember a feeble hello and then a series of unintelligible guttural sounds, while with my landline phone I called my sister frantic, imploring her to call 911. She was too far gone, she hung on a little under a week, and I was there for a bitter conversation with the doctor who informed us that even if she woke up she would never be the mother we knew before. I saw her one last time, my great mother, who had shaped the woman I would become in so many ways, a shriveled thing, not yet out of her sixties. I talked to her, but I could no longer feel her spirit. What made her an individual, my dear mother, had long left. Left without a goodbye, and what lie before me that day was a mere husk of what she had once been. I did not get to properly say goodbye.

So fast forward to July of 2015. I decide to ride the hedge. It was an urge that came upon me suddenly and unexplained.  So I laid down upon my bed with my staff and some chosen runes and I entered a world unfamiliar to me.  It was a place of mild summer warmth and starlight.  A great female bear approached and spoke to me. She took me to the edge of the hill looking down and as I did I saw many women. Ancient ancestors, engaging in village life.  She told me to go down and walk among them. I descended alone and as I mingled among the group they did not acknowledge me outright, but I felt a surge of recognition as I realized that I was the product of all these extraordinary women that came before me. Without them I would not exist. 
I walked past them, and came to a lake. I looked down and saw crabs rising out of the murky depths, and the spirits of the water briefly appeared to me below. Stepping stones emerged out of the water and compelled me to walk across until I came to a beautiful waterfall.  I paused and watched the water flow and suddenly I felt the presence of my father near me.  A butterfly flew past me, bright in the moonlight, and in it I felt my mother.  I wept.  Without any words conveyed I felt their love and guidance from beyond. I felt the assurance in the waterfall that life continues, in the butterfly that they had changed and moved on. I stayed there until their essence faded and made my way across the lake again. The women were gone and when I made my way back up the hill I found the bear again. I laid beside Her in the cool grass, wept a moment, then rested. I was spent. Then she told me that I should be free with my words. To live my life fully. 

After much thought and many signs, I came to the conclusion that the bear was Artio, a goddess I had never heard of before.  I do not know where she will take me, but I’ve felt her power and it is great. Awe-inspiring.