Heritage Day

Today is my last day


I manage to crawl off the bed that ceased to be coupled almost a decade ago

then land in my still relatively tiny bathroom, though my own physique seems to be shrinking by the second now

I look up at my reflection and I realise the purpose of mirrors

There is a headline,

my face

wrinkled and grey beneath its letters seems to unfold like an over ripe flower without ever having been touched

it says;

Heritage Day

I shuffle along until I trip over the now almost dry white board marker and I begin the list:

One: I inherited the dark lines of deceit off my mother’s core

Two: I learned how to live with being a liar

Three: I came as a foreign being full of love

Four: I was denied love but I’m still leaving filled with only those four letters

Five: Life was beautiful though the darkness is always the beginning of a new story

Six: I inherited the art

Seven: I will never forget


I rinse myself off and decide that it would be better to leave full of hope

After all

3 months before they expected me I was ready

13 years before I was

they weren’t

my family


The wardrobe whispered the call of majesty

I obeyed my longing eyes

past the dioors and my goodbye suit

I found the two letter phrase barely in disguise and I remembered why

Heritage day:

One: I learned how to judge myself better than anyone had ever judged me

Two: It wasn’t always sunny

Three: How to fake the smile through heartache

Four: How to cause the same

Five: My clothes are cheap

Six: I am unworthychocolat_l

Seven: I knew this each time we made eye contact… after all; we are self proclaimed judges


So neat, tidy and fresh I walk towards the lonely seat and the non functional tv

and on the top right hand corner of the screen

A phrase in white paint screams out at me

Heritage Day:

One: My skin colour murdered my first love

Two: I inherited the skill of not caring much for those attributes

Three: My father Died of a broken heart

Four: You saved mine

Five: Our life was puzzled together by vibes and muted sentences

Six: In the end, my quirks were irrelevant and your were my indica

Seven: I fell eternally asleep with the very thoughts that days and nights before had always haunted me.


Palm on palm now

My eye lids find their space

No tears left in me

My heritage day is eternal

and I only grew to know that the moment I looked into you!






Sacred Sex & Magick; A Review

The Web PATH Center have created, a short, sweet and tangible guide to why Sex Magick is important and helpful to and for the Pagan community all over the world.

This Moon Books release instantly captivated me, its non biased outlook and thorough layout gives this one a fresh feel and has definitely set a new standard for anyone who dares approach this topic without being more than sufficiently equipped.

In a nut shell: Enjoyable, informative and spicy!515q13csOzL._SY344_BO1,204,203,200_

Circles Of Meaning, Labyrinths of Fear – A Review

‘The twenty two relationships of a spiritual life and culture – and why they need protection’

Yet another from Moon Books’gems!

This wasn’t an easy book to put down, yet it was necessary to do that from time to time in order to get the full message of it!

We all know that there are certain ways of different cultures and religions, including sacred rights, days of celebration, and fewer know that even some day to day routines are also rooted in the sacred.

This concise eye-opener could not have come at a better time, for our generation is possibly among the most fearful the universe will ever experience!

The pages and messages and lessons are honestly comforting for a time when the silence is scarce and the noise is utterly scary.

‘The Good Life’ as Mr. Brendan Myers describes it, becomes less of an abstract, almost unreachable idea and simplifies it in ways that once read cannot be forgotten.

Learning the relationships between yourself and the landscape, the neighborhood, animals, doctors… to name a few; is the lightest, most pleasant melody of an alarm that wakes you to discover that you have just begun experiencing life at its true pace and meaning for the very first time.

A must read for the truth seeking soul.

Circles of Meaning, Labyrinths of Fear – For those of you more curious here’s the link that will help get hold of this one.

Love and Light!

Canis Lupus

Herbs Of The Northern Shaman by Steve Andrews – Review

I read a few reviews of this book before taking on the task of writing one myself, and I do have to agree with this one:

A BAd Witch’s Blog;

She starts off by saying that, ‘Herbals – or books listing plants that are useful to humans – aren’t usually the kind of thing one can enjoy reading cover to cover. They might be great reference material, but they aren’t exactly page-turners.’

And really, ‘Herbs of The Northern Shaman’ is probably the only exception to that rule… I for one, am not a huge fan of herbal books or any kind of guides in general but this was a pleasant experience that pushed me along my day to day routines so that I could get back to this book as quickly as I could.

Alright, now about the official review type stuff:

I for one would have appreciated a little more on the subject of Cannabis however, Mr. Bard of Ely man does branch out to describe a few herbs that could in mere mortal terms be described as the cousins of Sativa.

What made this book wonderful to read was that it was to the point and had very little excess information or big latin words that normal herb books usually do. This is A book I could see myself buying and putting up on my kitchen book shelf one day right next to the, ‘How to make delicious Vegan food’ one that I am yet to discover.

If you enjoy testing out the boundaries of the herb kingdom, this is a splendid way to NOT get poisoned while you are at it as Mr. Steve Andrews graciously points out which herbs might be alright to experiment with and which are better left alone, unless of course you are the sort of person who will push the button just to see what it does.

Over all, the feeling is mutual between the reviewers of this book, it was an easy read and interesting one, which will prove useful at some point, no doubt.

If you are interested in more of the wonders of: ‘weird and wonderful stuff that people have got high on’: Moon Books has this copy just for you. All you have to do is; ask for it.

P.S. It feels great to be able to add some factual, work stuff to this blog again. I have thoroughly missed it.

P.P.S if you hover the cursor on the featured image you will get the link where you can see more about Moon Books and this specific book… actually here’s the link: Moon Books/ Herbs Of The Northern Shaman

Canis Lupus

Black Eyed Wolf

Today is Bornforcopper’s 3rd Birthday.

It sincerely does not feel like I have been writing as much the past while and it clearly shows in my stats. I must thank all of my readers though, for their consistency in reading my posts. A constant of about 1 000 views/year is a pleasant surprise, although I would really like to know which of you truly feel like a part of this chaotic blog.

Initially I was going to research the rarity of a black eyed wolf; in fact – according to net stats; no such wolves exist (except for werewolves of course). The last while I have been fortunate enough to learn so much from so many different sources… Nimue Brown and her Druid Life blog should probably take most of the credit, and of course Moon Books for their wonderful choice of Books and the opportunity to read and review treasures still to be discovered by the rest of the world: It feels truly amazing to be able to work within this community of relative connection and understanding. To Penton SA and Damon’s hard work – I take my beanie off to you since I do not own a hat.

The point is that while working through the rubbish to find the real stuff, I have begun to really understand what wolves must feel like while hunting. I feel like a spiritual hunter for truth; (here I would have said that nonsense reeks and that anyone would be able to deny it, but unfortunately closed-minded ignorance is very much a part of this seemingly beautiful world.)

Working with people and their goals as of late, I have begun to realize that it really should be a temporary thing trying to improve the state of Homo Sapiens as it is almost as impossible as finding a black eyed wolf…

Yet here I am; with eyes darker than what most people are accustomed to – humans are majorly subject to change character according to their surroundings and circumstances (sorry fellow Geminians ; we are not the only ones with that magical ability)… therefore I believe in the inherently good nature of humans. As long as one is willing to strip themselves down to the core and begin to find out where they are rooted; as long as one is willing to accept responsibility and not be disheartened by the truth: I believe that true evolution need not be just a dream.

I therefore have created a group which will aim to focus on all the good things and also the areas in which we could all improve! I urge all my followers and readers to visit www.facebook.com/blackeyedwolves and get involved with little bits in whichever areas interest them. Remember this is to try strip down the bad stuff and focus on the good stuff.

Thank you again for supporting me for the last 3 years and I am looking forward to 3 more.

All my love


Brendan Howlin and The Secret of Urban Druidry (A Review of The Handbook Of Urban Druidry)

The very first book on Druidry I managed to get my hands on was an exciting part of my life but also rather crippling. I started off excited about the idea of Druidry and what it meant to be one, but according to the book I held in my palms;it was rather impossible for me to become that as I was not anywhere near a forest, country side or any sort of quiet place. The hum of the city street was as close as I could get to nature during the day time and at night I was always at work which also didn’t help at all.

Brendan Howlin is a member of the order of Bards, Ovates and Druids (OBOD) and has been a SIT for Bards and Ovates; The Handbook of Urban Druidry written by Brendan himself, came (for me) at a time when I was comfortable to live as a lost unfettered just because the prospect of any spiritual path posed more set backs than benefits. Reading  this book; one’s ears seem to automatically tap into that wave of being one with everything and realizing that even the chaotic city is in its own right sacred and could very well be just as solid as any forest foundation for magical purpose and outcome.

This also brings me (as a side note) to the topic of differentiating magic, there is no form of it that is lesser or greater than the other, the outcome of anything depends mainly on the wielder, the student, the teacher.

Again I would like to emphasize that my reviews never focus on giving away too many facts on the book itself but focusing on the main aim, and hoping that this little whisper of what is out there will inspire you to get out there and experience more by reading, writing or simply being.

Moon Books always seem to pick out the glitter in the rubble, this time a helping hand for those of you who like me would love to learn more about how to practice Druidry without allowing the city life to become a hurdle.

Job very well done Mr. Howlin

The urban wolves of the world salute you.


Mother Goose or Mother Goddess – A Review Of Jeri Studebaker’s Latest Piece

For many, the Mother Goose character was simply an image that brought scents of warm bread and fresh soup into mind as little children sat tucked under a blanket with a book. However , for Jeri Studbaker it seemed just a little mysterious how it seemed to disguise the Mother Goddess (Mother Goose), at a time wBreaking The Mother Goose Codehen the montheistic churches were the rulers of Europe – what better way to preserve and pass down the culture of this deity than through stories for children, stories that shape so much of our character and who we end up in the long run?

If this notion stirs in you the ambition to find out more about this magical and wonderful possibility then I suggest that you definitely give Breaking the Mother Goose Code: How a Fairy-Tale Character Fooled the World for 300 Years by Jeri Studebaker a read. It took me a while to finish reading this jem simply because I did not want to get to the end, I wanted to keep being surprised for as long as possible. Alas! All things must end but the lessons we take from these things need never fade or get old.

It is very much like an encyclopedia on the topic of this hidden character beneath the character, we are given all the examples… the things that set the light bulb in your mind off and life simply cannot be as dull anymore,

I could go into the way Jeri explains the Nursery Rhyme or the different Deities and how they are represented by her, as I believe many other reviewers have done… In this review I could prove to myself that the message of the book has truly made an impact by taking you through her evidence, but then it takes away from the mystery of the notion, and that is a simple tragedy for any reader who finds his/herself in the midst of a magic as this book undoubtedly is.

So go on.

Find a few fairy tales… settle down with a cup of soup or tea, re-familiarize yourselves with Mother Goose and then: Let Jeri and Moon Books take you on the most comforting journey yet.