Traditional Witchcraft for Woods and Forests; A review.

Traditional Witchcraft for the Woods & Forests by Melusine Draco is a wonderful read for anyone who feels the need to get away from the pressures of the city for a moment or few.

One of the very first books I read from Moon Books had to do with spirit animals and animal magic, and as a wolf I definitely need the comfort of the forest. This book isn’t just an instruction manual (like so many of these type of books are) it cuddles you up in forest and that for me is priceless.

I am lucky enough to have the follow up books to this first gem, and I am excited to start on my next adventure with lady Draco. I strongly recommend this book and probably will ( I’m pretty sure) the rest of her books. I also found her page Traditional Witchcraft so go have a look at that too.

 

In terms of style I enjoy that she is more of a story teller like I mentioned earlier. It also makes me happy that old lore is a recurring topic and that we get to learn and bathe in the wonders of things that we will possibly never be able to fully comprehend.

I think I have exhausted my thesaurus and just writing this review makes the hairs on my body stand up in excitement and admiration.

 

Definitely worth the time it took to get to this book.twwf

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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!

 

 

 

 

The Day We Stood Still

Propaganda has drained you
This breathing,walking,presumptuous lump of matter that
You perceive to be humble and spiritual is
In actual fact
A strained, cocky, lie!

You preach the lack of spirit in mathematics
You laugh at the suggestions of scientific fact
Tell me then – O GREAT,
MORTAL WISE-SON
If “God” created it, us;
How kindly would he look upon those simpletons who mock his method?

Earth is greater than mock-gods and stories of prophets
Your jesus died but once for you
Our planet dies each day.

You build kingdoms, destroy lives

Learn then not the falsettos of religion

I would like to passionately destroy you
Torture both of us until:
We piss out the water we’ve stolen
We puke out the tons of meat consumed so “rightfully” by us
Shit until lost bits of land miraculously reappear
BLEED
Bleed for every crack in every tree with staples through its bark

For every scratch on your savior’s back
Earth suffered but a trillion times more
She still does
Her sacrifices performed DAILY so that WE may live

And one day
She will have the strength to be no longer
And it’s on that day
That we’ll stand still.

A Story of A Blue Sun

Just a poem written for someone 🙂 very late one evening!

Blue-Sun-web

Yellow
They said was what made the world red
And red being the color of love… meant that everything yellow
was good for a smile and a dance
But his color was blue
So he thought it true
When the world would tell him he couldn’t

One evening he slowly
headed for home after a long day of shining blue light on the world
he though to himself a miserable thought
that all was lost at bright yellow’s high cost
and about love he completely forgot
With his sad face on his chest
and a torn heart at his breast
he continued to walk on home

Until one day while shinning sadly on us
a stranger figure appeared before him
and she seemed to like his blue light
she told him that one day blue would take yellow away

His heart trembled gently
with wild butterflies in his sight
when she looked at his blue with her eyes
and such a surprise for the color of those eyes were so
shining
and loving
and blue

so since that day
when any man says that yellow is the color of a true sun
he smiles broad and brightly
and holds his love tightly
and he says’
“So?
blue is the color of love”

For K.

‘Mythos’

In Bulgarian the word ‘samo’ means ‘only’ or ‘just’ or ‘alone’… the word ‘diva’ means ‘wild’ (this in the feminine form).

 

Website for this image:http://satrae.swu.bg/projects-and-discoveries/discover1.aspx?lang=en

Megalithic Thracian Sanctuary “Gradisteto”- Dolno Dryanovo, Gotse Delchev Region

In this rather intricate language, deciding whether a word is in the feminine or masculine form is rather simple: If a the noun ends on –ova, iva, eva, or even just a – then we can safely conclude that it is a lady noun… on the contrary if your noun ends on – iv, ov, en ,ev etc. – it is a Mr. noun.

 

Home is a wondrous place!

The Balkans are overwhelming, the buildings are ancient – houses, churches, parks, museums; they are all centuries old while the history is incredibly interesting. Our mythology is almost completely lost as the past few generations have become more and more desensitized to the sacred land that is Bulgaria and it makes me really sad.

A few months ago I asked my mother what the Bulgarians believed in before we became Christianized and in turn she told me that we have never believed in anything else.

 

Let’s take a step to the right, find a comfortable spot which would be concentrated enough to analyze and just try to understand why many of us are concerned about such responses.

 

Mythology is said to play a very important role in one person’s upbringing and education. The tales are worth centuries of history that could not and has not been recorded, but has been passed down from generation to generation, so when a generation begins to lose that sense of history, magic and wonder and they turn to their parents (who are naturally supposed to be teachers, guides etc) but they have no idea about what their kid is asking… well I feel it is reason enough to panic! Where to without mythology, preservation of culture and history? Do we roll on with the times and become half-human, lost in the chase for fame and fortune without a care for anything else apart from the next pay cheque?

 

In 1422 the once powerful Bulgarian empire collapsed and was enslaved by the Ottoman Turks thereafter… many sources and historians confirm that the slavery was severe, women and children were raped and killed in attempt to diminish the Bulgarian bloodline. Men were burned alive and shot (amongst other things).

 

Everyone knows that no invading power has the knowledge of a territory better than the folk living on the land, and so brave and selfless women from each Balkan region in Bulgaria preserved the bloodline for over 500 years. This is not just mythology if you think about it. How else does a bloodline survive and remain pure for so long given the violent attempts to get rid of it?

 

I leave you with two thoughts for the day:

 

Think about the number 3 in terms of its use in so many cultures, beliefs and in mythology…

 

Bulgarian men are known to be some of the most abusive toward their women… they seem to always need to prove themselves as ‘men’… consider this; what could possibly have  happened to trigger this behavior that seems to be genetically imprinted on almost every man with Bulgarian blood in him?

 

Next up:

 

‘Of Wood Nymphs and Samodivas’

The Writing Elves

Writing for you has never been easy

It started out as a mere whim

A subtle remark at your heart from afar

Drowning in scents of whimsical grins

 

Writing for spirit is graciously fulfilling

It thrusts out benevolent spears

Aimed not only to carry in chariots

Aimed only to disintegrate faltering fears

 

Writing for you is not always internal

Affection acts both in dungeons and gardens

Trumpeting train tracks subduing religion

The sound watering to wake the gateway wardens

 

So man wanders the streets of Christmas Past

No heaven for heathens and hatred renewed

Man walks door to door to exclude her stature

They are afraid of what they do not know; afraid of losing you

 

With straw hats and shoes of red pepper

Their elf like mannerisms control

The whimsical smiles

The dungeons and gardens

And things I barely understand at all

 

White Noir

“In the beginning god created the heaven and the earth, and the earth was without form and void, and darkness was upon the face of the deep…”

These are the introductory words to one of my favorite EBM (Electro Body Music) songs performed by VNV Nation in collaboration with the original creators of the song: Apoptygma Berzerk.

I assume we all know where these come from but that is not the point of this blog. I only want to share a few thoughts.

What if how we see things and perceive good and evil… darkness and light, truth and untruth… what if we are all wrong about them?

If darkness is only the absence of light and if the world and all of existence was built upon darkness as its core… then why do we so stubbornly claim it as something evil or something to be afraid of? When a baby is inside its mother’s womb it is engulfed in darkness – is it not?- all life is formed in the dark where absence of light means new life rather than damnation.

What is the absence of darkness then? If we accept that God spoke light and it was created then the predecessor of light was dark, and if we take dark away from dark would we not just then be looking at a deeper kind of dark?

We are fond of light because the presence of light enables us to see the objects we work with or alternatively create etc. We get into our cars and drive to work because the light enables us to do so… we cook meals and use computers, we wash our hands and faces, we look at and admire the people we love… all of that made possible where light exists.

To be fair though; how much more pain, suffering and injustice does the presence of light enable? Let us be frank… there are good things because light exists but then again there are just as many of the opposite.

I fail to see why white is seen as the symbol of purity when black is just so much purer in reality. Let’s forget about the things we’ve been told throughout our lives and really think about this for a second.

Let’s take a quick look at a basic diagram of a plant

The way I see it is that all of existence is rooted in darkness and therefore it is there that one will find truth…

true peace (like when we are asleep),

true feeling (as if we are blind… blind to gender, skin color, hair color, weight, height, age… eye color, defects… etc.)

true sense (an intuition untainted by the ways of the material world)

true spirit

true speech and language… where there are no pointers just the natural feel for what was rooted deep in us, the seed that never gets to grow because we are so afraid of what is really true.

What do we do before we humbly crawl into bed where some of us may even be greeted by the loving embrace of another? Do we leave the light on?

No!

The light nourishes us, it helps us grow and it sustains us but so does the darkness. I am not disputing the importance of light only its ‘purity’.

I celebrate the existence of darkness as the creator of life and light as the sustaining factor of life. I love the darkness because it is quiet and truly peaceful, it is pure and untainted…

After all;

What is darker than black?

How do you taint darkness if not by means of light?reference: http://media.photobucket.com/image/evil%20light%20art/REDSIN7/lookinginward-1.jpg This image: http://media.photobucket.com/image/evil%20light%20art/REDSIN7/lookinginward-1.jpg