Thursday, March 29, 2012

Fairies

Book Description
Publication Date: July 1, 2011
Magical and mysterious, Faeries are also subtle, sexual, sublime, stubborn, erotic, enticing, dark, and deadly…

So you think you know Snow White? You’re acquainted with Sleeping Beauty? You’re quite familiar with Beauty and the Beast? Fairy Tale Rituals explores the eerie, seductive Faerie lore lying just beneath the surface of eleven favorite fairy tales.

Feel the fear and passion these stories once inspired in ancient listeners. Learn how to create modern rituals that will bring the archetypal magical characteristics of these fairy tale icons -- the sexual attractiveness of Snow White, the totem animal journey of Rose-Red, the manifestation prowess of Cinderella -- into your own life.

Each tale here is explored in two ways: first by looking at the story itself, with an eye toward its mythic roots and magical elements. Next, a powerful ritual or spell is presented based on the characters or events of the tale, which you can use to find a true friend or lover, glimpse the future using divination, celebrate a coming-of-age ceremony, honor the spirit of death, and much more.

Praise:
“Empowering rituals, often-forgotten histories, magickal lore, and insights into stories we only thought we knew—Fairy Tale Rituals is that rare book that goes beyond its title and offers a bit of myth, enchantment, and scholarly insight to all who walk a magickal path.”—Jason Mankey, Pagan scholar, historian, and lecturer

 
Courtesy of Amazon.com
 

 

Saturday, March 24, 2012

Macbeth Act 4 Scene 1

[A Cavern. In the middle, a boiling Cauldron.]

[Thunder. Enter the three Witches.]

First Witch
   Thrice the brinded Cat hath mew'd.           brinded: striped (see Shakespeare blazon); mew'd: proclaimed

Second Witch
   Thrice and once the Hedge-Pig whined.     hedge: concealed; whined: complained

Third Witch
   Harpier cries: 'Tis time, 'tis time.

First Witch
   Round about the Ceauldron go;
   In the poison'd Entrails throw.
   Toad, that under cold stone
   Days and Nights has thirty-one
   Swelter'd Venom sleeping got,
   Boil thou first i' the charmed pot.

All
   Double, double toile and trouble ;
   Fire burn and Cauldron bubble.

Second Witch
   Fillet of a Fenny Snake,
   In the Cauldron boil and bake;
   Eye of Newt, and Toe of Frogge,
   Wool of Bat, and Tongue of Dogge,
   Adder's Fork, and Blind-worm's Sting,
   Lizard's leg, and Howlet's wing,
   For a Charm of powerful trouble
   Like a Hell-broth boil and bubble.

All
   Double, double toyle and trouble,
   Fire burn and Cauldron bubble.

Third Witch
   Scale of Dragon, Tooth of Wolf,
   Witches' Mummy, Maw and Gulf
   Of the ravin'd salt Sea shark,
   Root of Hemlock digg'd i' the dark,
   Liver of Blaspheming Jew,
   Gall of Goat, and Slips of Yew
   Silver'd in the Moon's Eclipse,
   Nose of Turk, and Tartar's lips,
   Finger of Birth-strangled Babe
   Ditch-deliver'd by a Drab,
   Make the Gruel thick and slab:
   Add thereto a Tiger's Chaudron,
   For the Ingredients of our Cauldron.

All
   Double, double toyle and trouble'
   Fire burn and Cauldron bubble.

Second Witch
   Cool it with a Baboon's blood,
   Then the Charm is firm and good.

[Enter Hecate.]

Hecate
   O! well done! I commend your pains,
   And every one shall share i' the gains.
   And now about the Cauldron sing,
   Like Elves and Fairies in a Ring,
   Enchanting all that you put in.

[Music, and a Song, 'Black Spirits,' and company.] 2
Song:
   Black spirits and white, red spirits and gray;
   Mingle, mingle, mingle, you that mingle may.

[Exit Hecate.]

Second Witch
   By the pricking of my Thumbs,
   Something wicked this way comes.
   Open, Locks,
   Whoever knocks.

[Enter Macbeth.]

Macbeth
   How now, you secret, black, and midnight Hags?
   What is't you do?

All
   A deed without a name.

Friday, March 23, 2012

Deep Blue

Today, I am going to do something different. I am going to share with you a poem. this is my silver cup finalist from 2002. Maybe who knows I may start writing poetry again.

Deep Blue

Something fades to a soft mist
In your arms sweet God, i find my bliss
There is a silence then roar
Waves crash on the shore

Spirits dance and whirl in my head
A cry in the wild an I am full and overflow
Animal dark in the shadow of my soul, see her eyes glow
The sleeper dreams then stumbles and wakes

Surrenders slowly as all signs have been read
My heart lays open ripped and bleeding
I cry and scream but the crow stays feeding
Now I lie naked on the floor dreams pass by and such

Can I see  the feeling can I taste the touch
Time stands still and cries with feelings of dread.
Deep blue something fading in the dark
All sounds stops except the sound of the heart.

Thursday, March 22, 2012

Hekate








I found this little gem on line the other night. the link for the video is at the end. it is really cool, i wish i created it.
 
 
CHANT TO HEKATE

Gracious Hekate, Sacred Fire
We call upon Thee this dark hour
Grant us power, wisdom, might
As we do Thy will this night

Owl, Bat, Scorpion, Snake
Guard the circle that we make
Bind our enemies, make them weak
With spells of woe and curses bleak

Mother of Darkness, Infernal Queen
Unholy host of things unseen
Release the dead from their constraints
To drink the blood of murdered saints

Round about where crossroads meet
Thy sacred rites we swear to keep
Where aconite and henbane grow
And torches in the darkness glow

Mistress of Magic Thy name we praise
As the moon enters Her blackest phase
From dusk 'til dawn we honor Thee
And as Thou wilt so mote it be!

By Waning Moon
(c) 2011 Pisces Moon Music
All Rights Reserved.
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Kimberly Bishop

Wednesday, March 21, 2012

Pale Moon

Born under December’s dark moon the mysteries I hold tight. 
As the illusions shatter pale moon you are my light.
 You’ve always shown me when to give and when to fight

By moon magic something new to me I pray you bring.
 Something a little wild something free
and your praises I sing.
 An owl swoops, sings and glides away brisk on silent wing

You rise in still perfection, but soft, pale moon whisper to me,
 And I’ll tell you my secrets with mirth and glee. 
You are guardian of the wild things beautiful and free.

Tuesday, March 20, 2012

Dark Beauty-The Raven


Dark beauty moves and swirls in the mist
In her world time does not exist
She dances with ribbons three
While all chant so mote it be

All around the drummers beat
The dancers part and merrily meet.
Dark beauty rises with wings unfurled.
Rising higher she climbs fingers uncurled
Streaming behind her feathers three
While all chant so mote it be

She cries her call for all to hear
Ashes to ashes the dead draw near
Her dark gold eyes pierce the night
She soars and circles in flight
She circles the mists in spirals three
While all chant so mote it be