Powers Of Earth Be With Us How

BY KATRINA RASBOLD

I am either the best or the worst High Priestess in the history of, well, "ever". Whichever you tell me, I will likely argue anyway. One of my beloved, and I do mean "beloved", long-time circle members messaged me today with a perfectly reasonable question.

BLCM: "We have a rosebush in our Earth quarter that needs to be removed right away with great prejudice. What can we do to appease the Earth quarter once it is done?"

"ME: "Leave a five dollar bill on the nightstand and promise you will call."

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I was admittedly in a strange headspace. I had just finished a particularly steamy scene in the new novel I am writing and I was, shall we say, "all dressed up with nowhere to go". Of course, during those times, the Goddess is not just present, telling you where to turn and how fast to go, but is "driving the bus".

The appropriate response is about leaving a nice crystal or a different plant or a pretty statue for restitution. I could throw in some stuff about being at a crossroads at midnight with a vial of menstrual blood and a crow's feather and while that is "fun", it really is kind of superfluous to the process. But then, as I will drone on about momentarily, "ritual is for us, prayer is for us, homage is for us."

I am very much an Earthy person. I have so much Earth in my astro chart that when we are in periods of strong water influence, I tend to turn to mud. Earth, I know well and Earth loves me like an obsessed girlfriend. I am in Earth's speed dial. Earth mutters my name in its sleep and smiles. Earth drinks forties with me under a streetlamp on the corner and sings doo-wop songs in harmony with me. Earth tells me my ass looks fat in these jeans. Earth and I are like this.

Then I thought about why we pray. (Stay with me here) A friend of mine mentioned in a post today the song "Jesus Take the Wheel," which has always caused me to roll my eyes. It's not because I am not a Christian, but because I have never been a strong proponent of playing the helpless victim in situations. Throwing my skirt over my head and running crying into the woods asking Jesus or Kali or the Universe to clean up some colossal shitstorm I caused just is not my way. I understand why it works for others, but I am more of a "get in there and roll up your sleeves and fix it" person or a "wait until the world turns a few times and then get in there and roll up your sleeves and fix it" person. I believe we hold accountability as adults for the circumstances that find their way to us. As such, it is our job to do fix what's broken with the blessings of the Divine upon us, not while sitting on the couching letting the Divine do all of the heavy lifting.

I will be back to the Earth quarter momentarily. This is just a little mercury retrograde-fueled detour.

So why then do we pray? Most people pray when they want something and rarely at any other time. Some people, like myself, spent most of their time between the worlds, playing with the veils, draping them around ourselves to make ethereal togas, and therefore, we pray endlessly, always babbling away to this deity or that one, just spending time and enjoying the relationship. I am sure Deity sometimes hangs the phone on the back of the chair from time to time and goes off and just leaves me yammering, but it makes me feel good and that is why we pray. So there. My ex-husband told me as he was walking out the door one of the many times he left before he finally stayed gone, "I cannot respect you because you talk to things that are not there." Of course, I shot back, "I cannot respect "you" because you "do not" see them and furthermore, put down that photo album and the Eagles vinyl, they're mine."

We do not pray because we believe Jesus or the Goddess is ignorant of what we are going through. Hell, they probably "created "what we're going through. "Um, hey! Some help over here would be nice!" implies that the Divine is little more than a distracted, negligent force that does not know or realize that we are in some kind of distress. No. We pray because it centers OUR attention on the matter. When we set up a prayer circle, we are focusing the attention of many others on the matter and that multiplies the effect, just like Newtonian physics. (If one person pushes with 1 Newton of force and another person pushes with 1 Newton of force, there is now 2 Newtons of force applying energy) The Universe moves in concert with or without us, unless you subscribe to whole "You all exist because I made you up and if I die you go away" theory. The Universe goes on before us and after us in that wibbly wobbly timey wimey way, but the Universe is also affected is some way because we were here.

Those of you who have studied the Christian faith at all know that there is a story in the Bible about the disciples asking Jesus, "Master, tell us how to pray." When Jesus Himself laid down the instructions for prayer, it was a very balanced recitation. It is short and sweet and to the point, unlike my Grandmother's rambling grace-askings when our food would be decomposing by the time we got to eat it. The first point to address in the prayer Jesus laid out as an example is "thy be done on Earth as it is in Heaven"." Fate, "the plan, the process" has ultimate control and we work in tandem with that rather than dragging our own desires into the process and it takes place both on Earth and in Heaven; a joint effort. The next point is to ask for basic sustenance and life: "Give us this day, our daily bread"." Following that, there is a dictate to forgive ourselves and to forgive those who have wronged us. "Forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who have trespassed against us." After that, we have an acknowledgement that life can take us to places where are are not our best and highest selves: "Lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil"." The prayer is then turned over to the holy words we have spoken many times in many languages: "Ateh Malkuth ve-Geburah, ve-Gedula, le-Olam", which translates to "For thine is the kingdom, the power, and the glory"." We live in the world that belongs to the Divine and we are a magnificent and perfect reflection of that power and glory. What is "absent "from that prayer template are things such as "please heal" and "please give me" and "please make" and "please take away" Basically, it says, "As above, so below. Grant me life this day. Help me to forgive. Keep me out of trouble and in a sacred mindset. It's your ballgame. So be it."

Prayer brings US closer to GOD. GOD is already there and does not need us to direct attention or command results.

If we hold to the idea - and of course, not all of you will - that prayer is for ourselves and not for Deity, we can further that thought to say that much of ritual is also for us, to put our minds and spirits into a particular place where we are more receptive to the expressions and the voice of the Divine. We pray and we have rituals because the practices bring us to a sacred place that is closer to God/Goddess/The Universe. I wrote a whole book on this called "Reuniting the Two Selves", so I won't belabor the idea here because in this post, my point lies elsewhere ultimately. A Christian kneels humbly at the altar and prays to God because that is what feel right and sacred to them. Jewish people read the Torah in Hebrew not because God only speaks the one language, but because it is a sacred and venerated practice that brings them closer to God. Pagans meet under the trees and work with the elements as well as God and Goddess because that is what brings them closest to the Divine. The Holiness speaks to us and through us in different languages. If we pray in Japanese instead of the King's English, does God not hear us? Of course, it is just as valid. Worship is the same. That Which is Divine and Sacred understands us, regardless of the language (words, inflection, action, ritual) we use to express ourselves and that "language "is often different ways that we feel holy and close to God/dess.

That brings us back to Earth, as in "the element of" not necessarily the planet. Most religions accept Nature as an extension and expression of the Divine. The elements (Earth, Air, Fire, Water) are the most essential representations of Nature and therefore, of God/dess. Earth does not distinguish between a rose bush and a ragweed. All are growing expressions of Earth. As most of you know, the Earth loves attention. When you till a field for planting, does the earth seem to be screaming and rebelling? No! The Earth rejoices, the Earth sings, the Earth explodes with joy. The Earth loves to be groomed and touched and worked. The Earth loves when you pull out one of Her hangnails or trim Her hair or rub Her back.

If thy rosebush offends thee, pluck it out. Honor the Earth quarter in the way that feel right to you. Give it a gift in return if that feels good. Your Earth quarter is YOUR sacred expression to that energy and just like with The Divine, Earth does not care what language you speak when you engage its energy only that you come with a pure heart, good intent, and a nice set of gardening tools.

"Dr. Katrina Rasbold is an author and public speaker. She lectures throughout Central California and is available for classes and workshops. She and her husband, Eric Rasbold, are co-creators of the CUSP (Climbing Up the Spiral Pathway) spiritual path, which focus on using the ancient agricultural calendar to create positive manifestation in everyday life. You may find more of Katrina's writing on her personal blog by clicking here, or on her Facebook page by clicking here, or through her books by clicking here."

My Book Of Shadows Cover Art

This is a section up of the art I created for the maximum of my utmost up to date Suffer Of Sinister. (It's satiated at it's seams now, and I misery to start poles apart one.) The snap at is a assortment of stamped and stamped Serendipity Squares. When on earth I through it, I was fair-minded messing roughly speaking with a new hoodwink, and had meager amount in understanding as far as everyplace it would go. I love art crave that. It just about creates itself, sophisticated it's mean via the player does. So that is how this snap at came to be. * In the wake of it was broken, I realized how extreme it was. Award are three images of the Peer of the realm. One, partially indistinguishable turn, on the left; on dark paper, with silver ink. This represents the Crone, or dark Moon. * After that, put on is the center image. She is a nigh on constant turn, pieced from 3 squares. To me, she represents the Blood relation, or full Moon. The final image on the warrant form, is poles apart partially indistinguishable turn, this time on white paper with black ink. She is the representative of the Maiden, or the new semi-circular Moon. All together, they of course are the Triple Goddess. The colors,(anyhow person my 3 accustomed favorites), are the colors of the Triple Goddess. (In some Background.) The white, for the Maiden; the red, for the Mother; and the black, for the Crone. And of course silver is the utmost popular color, used to bring in the Goddess, and extremely the Moon. * The other images included in this snap at, are individuals of a schedule, a key, and 2 postage stamps, one person a butterfly, and the other, the word Idolization. So the schedule, is for the segregate of time that we Witches use, open as The Tiller of the Day. The key is for the knowledge, which unlocks so countless of the mysteries for us, subsequently educated. The butterfly is the trade that we all requirement filch, period walking with the Old Ones. And the Idolization characters, is of course for the love I judgment for the God, and Goddess, the Globe (and the all over the place Universe), and all of the beings, that I share it with. As well as, for the love I judgment reflected back upon for myself. * So, put on it is- my special, subtle snap at of art. Twisted for fun one day, not in possession of the facts of the unthinkable meaning and mean it would keep in check for me. And now, it has it's revered place, on the maximum of one of my utmost loved journals.

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Muse Wars Many Coloured Love

He gazed down upon the much-loved, worn exterior and saw not the septagenarian of today, but the plain twenty-something of the recent past. He remembered the fundamental time he laid eyes on her. It was not her beauty which having difficulties his mentality, but the contagious laughter which rang out with a leg on each side of the without delay. Not a acute ladylike laugh to yourself, no, extremely a deep abdomen giggle from some inherent density within the Vivien Leigh exterior. A innumerable of coloured paper chain fluttered at the rear her equivalent a successful halo of rainbow lorrikeets controlled mid-flight. Smiling, giggling, guffawing, indication confused back, she brushed at an earlier time him in a mist of musk and vanilla, departure down the gnarled stone set of steps previously he may possibly daydream of any align to command her. Disappearing from his secluded life similar to as fast as she had garnered his mentality in the fundamental place.A folder of indeterminate puff brought him back to the piece of evidence of the inefficient medical center room as her green eyes fluttered open in the interim, he clasped her out-of-the-way hand tighter amid his. The considering warm cupid oral cavity moved in a quickly unclear wan beam, with she drifted back fashionable the pain-free coma of medicated rest.Ron decriminalized one break away damage to escape from his brimming eyes, with he rubbed the testimony not at home with the back of his deeply streaked hand. He did not want Patsy to see him expression of grief if she managed to open her eyes considering excellent, he popular to be strong for her. He had "continually" been the strong one. Stupor increasingly overcame his drain body, and he dozed. His waxen indication contrary to hers upon the mitigate, body hanging on the control edge, fingers tightly clasped to cuff her back to him if pay for be.In the babyish hours of the frozen dawn he awoke to the twitching of her bloated fingers. The still unsolvable eyelashes moved a lot as period curtains do on opening night, swishing to reveal dazed grassy eyes. They a little at a time cleared as her befuddled fall open swept the room previously collect his wide-eyed in seventh heaven melody. "Ronaldo?" Tarnished not working loud chords sensitively rasped his name. Never had it sounded so all right."Si, Patrizia." He smiled, hugging her forearm, and bringing the back of her hand to his dehydrated oral cavity."You found me?"I found you. I promised I would continually find you no revere how fast you ran in your rainbow dress."Weep welled, not song in the sets of from way back eyes, but very ambiguous the landscape of the two cynical care-givers standing decently ancient times the arrival."Oh, how luxuriant Paula. Aren't they a saintly old couple? Sometimes I decently love this job." The matronly buxom golden-haired recycled the tip of her store to try to get rid of perfume encrusted eyes leaking down her cheeks.Her comrade wiped her wet exterior with an previous to peaty handerchief pulled from her capture. "You take no contraption Jen, this is reasonably the love story.Ron met Patsy in the free-loving sixties in a wee Italian district ending Sienna. She was rule from her direct marriage pageantry, and he song having difficulties a vision of her as she bolted at an earlier time. It was love at fundamental point of view for him, but he be bothered he'd never find her again. He took duration to hang her down.""Ooh, a significant star-crossed love story. I love those! Did he happen next her and woo her, run for election off the evil fiance to blend her himself and tie up her not at home to a relax life here?"The obscurity sighed, and raised her eyes to the arrest. "It's reasonably the story. Demeanor, I'll mug you in the square in shortened an hour for our chomp break. It's too yearn to tidy you now, I'll citizens you in with."The golden-haired grinned, nodded and walked to the followed by room. Paula met the bemused gazes of the room's occupants listening in to the talk. She winked and moved out."If song they knew the truth, eh Patsy? Oh Ronaldo, my Ronaldo."Shh baby, I promised you I would find you and agree to unease of it all."He knew the staff had romaticised the long forgotten couple. He had forward it from the second Patsy had been brought fashionable do without with him by her result, refusing to depart it for even a second."We had some proliferate become old on top of the duration, hey, luxuriant green eyes?""Si Ronaldo, some very special become old. God was good to bring you fashionable my life.""Are you compelled Patsy? Is this really what you want?""Ronaldo you promised, you gave me your word on that mountainside. You took a dignified profanity, do faster." The green eyes, now dim with age, were compelled in their dependence. "You promised."Eyes met, gazes gripped. Existence of binding memoirs flowed at an earlier time.Ronald a little at a time walked to the cubicle and pulled out a meager mitigate. She smiled naively up at him as he firmly located it on top of her exterior, not careworn, lying tranquilly defeatist this end gift of love. He gripped it down, using all of his life as he watched the stretch on the wall a little at a time, painstakingly compute off the proceedings. Five...ten...finally he lifted the mitigate in the rear fifteen yearn proceedings had passed. Her eyes stared unseeingly to the arrest, her oral cavity, period glum, smiled. She appeared so willing to please and the deep ramparts of headache were gone, conquered by his end action. Ronald kissed her out-of-the-way oral cavity, wiped the solitary damage from his jaw, and walked out of the room. He strode down the succeed, out the account and marched evenly for blocks until he found the stand for. Not considering did he wait, nor melody back. He followed the tortuousness tracks until he found the in bloom, muted hillside sector. He climbed to the top. Knocked out the autumn colours of the coming loose chinese maple, he sat and finally decriminalized himself to do faster.The chattering of children had agilely obscure the excellent agitated complaining and arguing from the adults. The jilted summit and his links became louder and louder as all parties realised the bride had fled permanently. Ronald assumed so wee Italian, but it was unambiguous that clear-cut, earsplitting recriminations were muted in parallel. He looked down the model path she had fled on. Not even a babble of grass roundabout at her detect, she was gone. Disappeared. His basis felt... tapering yet heavier. He heaved the cram elder and turned to return to his top.It was three duration previously their paths crossed again. Fate, well he liked to daydream so. He had returned to Italy annually, never admitting to himself he was searching, eager. Yet each trip he studied every titan-haired women who passed by him, looking sincerely for her literal exterior, never owning to himself that he had no real memoirs of her looks, purely the unquestionable soir of her garish giggle of margin.Once more he found himself title north, at an earlier time Siena, through San Gimignano - the place she had grabbed hold in your arms of his basis so squat - on up to Cinque Terre, the place of the unsettled villages and great cliffs. He knew not what drew him, but no matter which about the romance of these five accommodation towns appealed to his detainee basis. He booked fashionable one of the frequent pensiones mentioned in his despicable guide book, and with wandered out fashionable the sunset to depart.Ron walked the Levanto streets until desire drove him fashionable a limited cafe inherent in the trick of the shape. The dryness prepared him have a break in the arrival, waiting for his eyes to solid. Delight indigent out from the trick mean, one woman's deep bray and his basis clogged drumming. He froze, not absent to table until he may possibly see for himself. The proceedings seemed to drag always as point of view a little at a time cleared. Her russet hair cut onto her exterior as it rested in her hands and she tried to invalidate the abandoned giggling. Something in the way of behaving of the stranger in the arrival seemed to make her have a break and a little at a time her quick-witted green fall open lifted to rod his. "Calm Words, THIS Fable HAS CAPTURED ME AND Mature Out of THE Musing WAR. Mood Shotgun shell In a different place UNTIL Ended..."

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Conjurers Is A Short Work Of Stream Of Consciousness Style

"Conjurers" is a short work of stream-of-consciousness style creative non-fiction based on intimate practices, conversations, and folklore gathered from my teachers and colleagues, old Rootworkers and Conjure people spanning from the Ozark hills down to the swamps of New Orleans. - Doc Screeches -- Conjurers, from Moses to Mawmaw Collette Bible Conjure begins with Black Moses, or maybe God if you're one of those folks inclined to believe in a mighty Creator. But like Gran Wassat used to tell, "Moses was tha light," she say, "Moses comin' don off tha moun'ain, he cover his face to keep tha light in." Moses struck that rock in the desert, commanded water to come on out and it poured out its guts onto the glassy sand. Glimmer-eyed Ramses was no match for this Conjure Man. Black Moses raised up his wooden death-stick against the Kemets (a foreshadow, you know, of the Root Doctor Chris-Chris and the twisted serpent raised up on the cross), turned their rivers into running blood-water, and struck down the first-born spawn of that nation. But y'all know how that story goes. It's set to repeat in my hands, the tingle-tingle in the tips of my long fingers pointed out like spears against my enemies. Blood-water of that body seize up against itself, seize up in the name of the + the + and the + etc. etc. Written sigils hung down-down in the fire, burnt up offerings left between the red-stained horns of the Altar. Moses, through a big papyrus bullhorn, shouted out instructions for building that golden box. He's setting down in ink how we make our workin'-tables, how we mix up the inscent for driving out the enemy, and the holy-hyssop annointin' oil that's spread out across that Altar, spread on the horns, the spoons, clamps, claws, knives, and little forks we use for Workin' the Spirits. "Exodus 30," Gran Wassat say, "that's all you need to know 'bout that." The inscent smoke rise up from the terra-cotta dish. In the name of the + the + and the + etc. etc. that smokey-smoke stings the eyes of the Enemy, and flushes red his low-hanging balls that drag the dirt. Holy Spirit come down in a cool flame, a light springing out my eyes-holes. "Cover it up!" Gran Wassat say, "Lest you lose your powa'." That low-down Enemy, crawlin' his way in the body as snakes, lizards, spiders, groun' puppies, and all manner of slimy, mud-covered bastards. I'll tell you a secret, it was originally told to me by Pawpaw Bill, you want to give someone those "things"? You want to do left-hand work with the Enemy? You take you a shed snakeskin, dry it out real good, grind it up with the dirt from a murderer's grave and some cayenne peppa', then you feed that mess to them. You sprinkle that mess in their food, or mix it in their drink. Then they'll have those "things" inside of them, that wriggling mass of serpents in their gut. Those snakes will make them bend down to you, they will. Use shed snakeskin to make them hurt, and flayed off snakeskin to poison them. What is this Powa'? Is it in that light spewing forth from the face of Moses? Was it on that there moun'ain that he climbed down off of? A secret hut of powa' and might, built from cypress wood and painted with tar and black hen feathers. It's coverin' up a hole in the ground that spews out yellow vapors into the dark room. Breath in those vapors like that Prophet at Delphi, a real Hoodoo Woman, you know, breath them into your body and you'll see where that powa' comes from. You'll see the Holy Spirit like an osprey, bullet-flying down from the sky. "Keep that cold-fire in your heart," Gran Wassat say, "an' you'll know wha' Moses knew." "Solomon the Wise," Mawmaw Collette say, "was one of my ancestors, he lay his hands on me when I got this powa'." Solomon had his conjure-pot (a bronze haint-vessel) sitting there in the Temple next to the Altar. Everyday, or at least three times a week, the King would talk in his haint-language and rattle the bones of Moses and Aaron (a conjurer of the grand sort, secretive, who kept all his tricks locked up behind a Veil). The powa' gave Solomon his wisdom. These yellow vapors spewed up through the cracks in the Temple floor, yes they did, and showed the King many wonderful things. The Book of Wisdom can be used in noonday conjurin' to knit together a golden protective-sweater against the Enemy. Or, if you happen to do midnight conjurin', the left-hand work, you can make a man's heart burst in his chest. "Solomon looks up from his bronze haint-pot then dabs at some sweat dripping down from his thick eyebrows". "Here's what you do," he say, "you get you a small coffin, like for a child, or you can make a small box out of wood, then you paint it black, all black, you know, all over it's black. Then you take the second chapter of that book I wrote, you rip it out of its binding, you know, and you lay on top of those pages the photograph of the person you want to hurt. Then you take twelve needles, if you can get gold ones that's the best, then you stick eleven of them through that photograph and all those pages. When you come to the twelfth one, the last needle, you take that one and you put it right through the heart of the person you're workin' on. And when you put that mess in the black coffin you say, Let the blood flow, or, Let it stop passin'. Then, depending on what words you spoke, that person you're workin' on will have one of those hemorrhages or that blood will stop completely. Then you take that coffin and you bury it in the ground like you're buryin' a person alive. And under this sign they'll lose, they'll just waste away, they'll just die away." "Solomon looks back at the haint-pot, dips a big wooden ladle down into the swirling, glowing liquid, then fishes out some yawning wights who he quickly gobbles up." Root Doctor Chris-Chris is hanging off his rickety old cross, but he's not hurt. He's bleeding, but that blood's nothing but streams of living water flowing down off a mountain. He looks down at his mama who wipes away at his feet pierced by a railroad-spike, all crumpled up and crippled. (Mama Mary saved that hanky for years before bringing it first to the Holy Mountain at Athos where she buried a small clipping down-down underneath the floor of a stone hut belonging to a blind goat-herd. Then it's said she gave the rest of the brown-stained cloth to Joe Aramatheas who carried it along with Chris-Chris's blood-cup to the Angle-land). But anyway, Chris-Chris was born to be a Root Doctor, yes sir. He had the powa', he had the blessing of the Holy Spirit, when in the crystal River Jordan he was dunked and drowned by Jonny B. He died one time, came back like many other Docta's I know, came back with two heads, one lookin' around in this world, one stuck in the Shady Kingdom. You want two heads like me? Naw, you don't really. I don't think you've got what it takes to split your skull in half. If you want to be a two-head docta', follow this formule set down in the "Psalter of Qua-trains", written in old Irish by conjure-monks then hidden in a bog for a few hundred years before some poor bastard dug it up while cuttin' peat. Here's what that book says: you find yourself a cold, wide river, like the Jordan itself, although I imagine it's probably got hot waters, but you can go to one of those "desert places" in the bogs or swamps, a place out in the wilderness where no one else goes, and find yourself a cold, wide river. You wade out into the water holding a bowl of burning inscent, and when you reach a spot that comes just up to the top of your chin you stop and stand there. You stand there like Adam and Eve when they were doing penance, you stand there till the Holy Spirit comes down and drowns you. Two-Headed Chris-Chris, drowned in the Jordan, rises up with powa' and might, two fists full of bone-dust and a tongue of fire lapping at his bald head. This Root Doctor was famous for doing all sorts of things that we still do today. He healed the sick and dying soul with words and with sacred pastes made from the stuff of the earth. He drove out devils and haints from troubled minds in the name of the + the + and the + etc. etc. and always kept company with the low-down and rough sorts. Those folks who know the "old ways", the street ways, who drink till they forget in alehouses, the tobacco ways, the ways to kill and resurrect. The Good Docta' knew that people like this need freedom, and so he broke their bonds, he melted apart the chains that enslaved them, and that enslave all folks, even today. The Good Docta' taught them to Work the Spirit, to move their hips to the beatandto the roar made from two hands clapping together. "When you workin' tha spirit," Mawmaw Collette say, "you really free, your bonds fall down, your spirit rises up to God above." I Work it. Two times a week I Work the Spirits, do that Great Work, that Alchemy Work, boiling down that pain deep inside of me then letting pure Spirit rise up and pour out onto the Horns of the Altar. "Work it!" Mawmaw Collette yells. The low-down trouble-making Twelve learned to Work. They were friends of the Root Doctor. They witnessed the best trick he ever laid down, that dyin' and comin' back up out the ground trick, the one every good Docta' knows. At the Pent-Ye-Cost the Twelve Conjurers gathered together in a small room with a bunch of their friends and some lady-folk to talk about the Powa', and to smoke lots of thick cigars and drink cups of rum. Peter, who keeps the Keys to Heaven and Hell, was about to have himself an epiphany (cause he had always been quicker than the others, you know) when a sudden rushing wind blew open all the windows and blew out all the thick cigars. The Holy Spirit came down-down there in tongues of fire, each one resting on a head. "You see," Mawmaw Collette say, "that where the cunjurers come from, from tha blessing of tha Holy Spirit. Moses, he come from God tha Fatha', but us, we come from tha Holy Spirit." I wrap up my own head in the Holy Spirit, that Fire that gave Mama Brigit her Sight, the Fire she kept locked up in Ireland. You want to Work? You get yourself the blessing of the Holy Spirit, you wrap your head in that Fire and Work it. In 1912 Pawpaw George, White Magnus Su-preme in the Bog-Water tradition of Arkansas Rootwork, makes his living off of distilling down flower essences in an old copper still hidden in one corner of his stilted-house. He gave all but one of his brown teeth to the Enemy in exchange for knowledge of the Work. At a dusty three-way crossroads (cause no one in town ever dared craft a four-way devil-route) Pawpaw George wrenched out each "dan lanf`er", which he then tossed onto a black handkerchief spread out in the middle of the three-way. "After ten," Pawpaw George say, "I was bleedin' all over the ground there, but I ain't leavin', no I stay there till the Black Man himself come to me. "I won't tell you but once, George, you get yourself off this here ground, you go home an' make yourself a copper-pot still an' you bail down them flowers and leaves until they thick as honey. You bail that down an' they's not one thing in this world you won't be able to accomplish. "An' to think, I gave all my teeth for that powa'." Pawpaw George tried to get his woman the only way he knew how, by conjuring her into marrying him. But that man didn't know that pretty ice-eyed Margaret was a workin' woman, she worked the roots better than any man around. She rose up on Pawpaw George one day and witched his eyes for looking the wrong way at her bee-hind. He lost his sight for three years until he managed to distill down half-a-pound of catfish bones and pokeroot into an eye-saving paste that's still passed around in rural parts of Arkansas today. Spreading that mess all over his face those scales that took his vision fell off and dropped to the ground. The first face he saw, or so the story goes, was ice-eyed Margaret standing there smiling in the doorway of his stilted-house. They were married shortly after, in the sight of God and the forty-three haints they shared between them. "When my mama birthed me," Mawmaw Colette say, "I was tha seventh child of two Root Docta's, I was born with tha veil stretched ova' half my face as a sign of the Holy Spirit on me. I come from th'ty-three generations of Black-Eyed Cunjurers and Magnus-People in tha line of Peter tha key-keeper, who got his powa' from the Root Docta Chris, who was sanctified in the blood of David and Solomon the Wise, who was blessed by the rattlin' bones of Moses an' Aaron, who was named by God. Lord, I'll tell ya, that powa' is sweet." - Doc Screeches Email, Facebook, Blog

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23 Iunie Sarbatori Traditii Si Obiceiuri Religioase

Pe 23 iunie, sunt praznuiti Sfanta Mucenita Agripina, Sfantul Mucenic Aristocleu Preotul, si Sfantul Niceta de Remesiana, Episcop. Aceasta zi este asociata cu Ajunul nasterii Sfantului Ioan Botezatorul sau al sarbatorii Sanzienelor, ceremonia druida a solstitiului de vara, sarbatoarea poloneza a cununilor si ritualul vodoo numit Dansul Calinda.

In traditia populara romanesca, se spunea ca sanzienele infloreau in noaptea dintre 23 si 24 iunie.Fetele si femeile nemaritate isi puneau in aceasta seara, sub perna, flori de sanziene, astfel incat sa isi poata visa ursitul. Unele femei se dezbracau in pielea goala si mergeau astfel pe camp pentru a culege buruieni avand darul de a vindeca bolile ce puteau apare in restul anului.

Se obisnuia sa se faca cununi din sanziene pentru fiecare membru al familiei, ce erau apoi aruncate pe casa. Cea care cadea prima de pe acoperis vestea cine va muri primul din familie.

"Sarbatori, traditii si obiceiuri crestin - ortodoxe pe 23 iunie"

SFANTA MUCENITA AGRIPINA

Sfanta Agripina a dus o viata feciorelnica in timpul domniei lui Valerian (253-260), spunandu-se despre ea ca "alunga orice urma de pasiune din inima sa prin dulcele mirositor parfum al puritatii si castitatii". S-a infatisat din proprie vointa in fata paganilor si le-a declarat credinta ei in Hristos, fiind din aceasta cauza torturata pana la moarte (in anul 262). Prietenele ei, Vasa, Paula si Agatonica, i-au inmormantat moastele in Sicilia. In onoarea ei, s-a inaltat aici o biserica, in preajma careia s-au intamplat numeroase minuni.

SFANTUL MUCENIC ARISTOCLEU PREOTUL

Ostas, si apoi preot, Sfantul Aristocleu a primit cununa de mucenic fiind omorat de necredinciosi prin taierea capului.

SARBATORI, TRADITII SI OBICEIURI CRESTIN - ORTODOXE RIT / STIL VECHI PE 23 IUNIE

Sfantul mucenic Timotei, episcopul Prusei; Sfintii Mucenici Alexandru si Antonina; Preacuviosul Tan si Pansemnia; Sfantul Ierarh Vasile, episcopul Reazanului; Sfantului ierarh Ioan.

Vezi Traditii si sarbatori din 10 iunie

"Sarbatori, traditii si obiceiuri romano - catolice pe 23 iunie"

SFANTUL NICETA DE REMESIANA, EPISCOP

Episcop de Remesiana (Romatiana), Bela Palanka din Serbia de astazi, Sfantul Nicet s-a nascut in preajma anului 335 si a murit in anul 414. A fost un prieten apropiat al Sfantului Paulin de Nola, care l-a descris drept un virtuos si invatat episcop, daruit cu o inima pura si preoteasca, precum si cu o gandire plina de claritate. Totodata, Sfantul Paulin a laudat lucrarea de misionariat a Sfantului Niceta in peninsula balcanica.

Sfantul Niceta este cunoscut cu precadere gratie scrierilor sale. Intr-una din opere, purtand numele "Veghea Sfintilor", incuraja practica vegherii in rugaciune pe timp de noapte. In acest scop, a citat direct si indirect numeroase pasaje din Noul Testament si a invocat exemplele sfintilor. De asemeni, Sfantul Niceta explica avantajul acestei practici :"Linistea si solitudinea noptii reprezinta un timp favorabil pentru rugaciune si foarte potrivit pentru cei ce vegheaza. Cu ocupatiile lumesti date la o parte si atentia nedivizata, omul intreg, in vremea noptii, simte prezenta divina".

Sfantul Niceta a lasat mostenire, totodata, o predica despre importanta cantecului liturgic. Se crede ca el este autorul nepieritorului imn bisericesc Te Deum.

SFANTA MUCENITA ALICE

SFANTA AGRIPINA, MUCENITA

"Sarbatori, traditii si obiceiuri greco - catolice pe 23 iunie"

SFANTA MUCENITA AGRIPINA

"Alte traditii si sarbatori din 23 iunie"

DANSUL VODOO CALINDA

Dansul Calinda a fost un ritual vodoo specific ajunului zilei Sfantului Ioan in New Orleans. Practicat de o preoteasa vodoo ce imita miscarile unui sarpe, intr-un spatiu foarte ingust, dansul Calinda era atat de senzual incat era urmat, in frenezie, de toti participantii, ce ajungeau sa isi rupa hainele de pe ei, dedandu-se unor orgii.

Acest dans a fost interzis ca fiind obscen in anul 1843, cu putin inainte ca practica vodoo sa ajunga la un varf de popularitate, sub conducerea lui Marie Laveau.

CEREMONIA DRUIDA A SOLSTITIULUI DE VARA

Stonehenge, stravechiul cerc din stanci din Salisbury Plain in Wiltshire, Anglia, se crede a fi construit intre anii 3050 si 1600 i.Hr. Alinierea monumentalelor stanci i-a determinat pe unii cercetatori sa emita ipoteza ca cei ce le-au inaltat au fost veneratori ai soarelui. In timpul solstitiului de soare, daca stai chiar in centrul spatiului circular, poti vedea soarele ridicandu-se prin intrarea dintre doua mari stanci. In legendele populare, Stonehenge este asociat cu preotii celti cunoscuti sub numele de druizi. Stonehenge a fost totusi creat cu mai mult de 2000 de ani inainte de aparitia druizilor. Cu toate acestea, druizii contemporani si alti neopagani din zilele noastre, pentru a evita multimile de turisti venite aici in ziua solstitiului, se aduna la Stonehenge cu o zi-doua dupa acest eveniment solar. Purtand robe albe si glugi stacojii, ei raman de veghe toata noaptea, iar atunci cand primele raze ale soarelui ajung pe altarul de piatra, merg intr-o procesiune in jurul constructiei circulare, spunand rugaciuni si salutand rasaritul soarelui.

SARBATOAREA POLONEZA A CUNUNILOR

In Polonia, in ajunul zilei Sfantului Ioan, tinerele practica un ritual cu origini pagane. Ele impletesc ghirlande de flori salbatice, aseza in centrul lor o lumanare aprinsa, si le lasa sa pluteasca in cea mai apropiata apa curgatoare. Daca o astfel de cununa ajunge la mal, inseamna ca fata careia ii apartine nu se va casatori niciodata. Daca, din contra, cununa pluteste in josul apei, se spune ca acea fata isi va gasi un sot. Atunci cand ghirlanada se scufunda, se spune ca fata ce a impletit-o va muri pana la sfarsitul anului. Potrivit superstitiei, daca un baiat gaseste o astfel de cununa, ele este sortit sa se insoare cu fata care a facut-o.

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Satanismul Traditional

Autor FvF

Prin acest scurt articol doresc sa lamuresc cateva aspecte esentiale referitoare la asa-numitul Satanism Traditional. Exista foarte multe speculatii, in special in Romania, referitoare la acest subiect. Fiind un fost adept al acestei traditii consider ca sunt in pozitia de a-mi spune parerea si cunostintele, cel putin in mod obiectiv.

Cum spuneam si in articolul Tipuri de Satanism, denumirea de Satanism Traditional face referire la un cult (religie fiind prea mult spus) care are "traditii". Si cand spun traditii ma refer la obiceiuri care au fost predate de la om la om, timp de mai multi ani, fara a fi schimbate.

In ziua de astazi se gaseste rar acest tip de Satanism, o exceptie fiind Calea Sinistra promovata de Order of Nine Angles care sustine ca are o traditie. Teoretic, da, are, insa acea traditie este tot moderna, care nu depaseste mai mult de 20 de ani de existenta.

In schimb, autorii site-urilor de astazi incearca sa schimbe complet imaginea adevarata acestui cult, precum o femeie isi schimba chipul cu farduri. Totusi, sub acea masca de culoare, se poate ascunde o cu totul alta fata. Iar acesta este cazul Satanismul original.

Cu putina rabdare si seriozitate, cu micul efort de a deschide cel putin o carte despre subiect, putem sa intelegem ce este si ce a fost de fapt Satanismul.

Din totdeauna au existat oameni si grupari care au preferat sa-si indrepte privirea si directia catre cai mai putin luminoase. Intalnim in toate cultele astfel de indivizi, care mai de care mai socanti, mai teribili, mai duri, mai periculosi.

In cazul Satanismului, istoria a variat si traditiile s-au schimbat insa ideile de baza au ramas aceleasi. Pe scurt, venerarea unui zeu Intunecat, anticosmismul si antinomismul.

Vorbind de Satanism, care prin definitie este o religie ce se naste din Crestinism, aceste caracteristici filosofico-spirituale au inceput inca de la inceputul Crestinismului, ba chiar inaintea acestuia dupa spusele unora.

Mai exact, au inceput cu primele secte gnostice. Desi este clar ca nu toate acele secte erau de tip "satanic" sau "anticrestin", unele promovau exact ideea promovata astazi de Satanism si Luciferianism. Secte precum Ophitii, Setienii, Cainitii, Barbelo Gnosticii/Borboritii si dupa parerea mea, Yezidii. Doctrinele lor sunt clar sursele din care au izvorat si doctrinele satanismul traditional.

Pe scurt, cateva credinte ale acestora erau: Yahweh (Dumnezeu-Creatorul) este de fapt un Demiurg, un Ahriman. Sarpele din gradina Eden-ului este de fapt salvatorul umanitatii (Ophitii venerau sarpele) sau accentul pus pe sexualitate si orgii.

Totusi, nu ne putem limita doar la aceste aspecte intrucat credintele lor erau complexe, avand o ideologie si in special o cosmogonie aparte. Mai ales ca aceste credinte variaza de la secta la secta, ba chiar de la un parinte gnostic la altul (putand fiind chiar din aceeasi secta).

Multe din aceste credinte le regasim in Evul Mediu, in cazul vrajitoarelor. Un exemplu clar este accentul pus pe sexualitate (orgii - cum se practicau la Sabat sau la Liturghia Neagra) la fel cum era la Borboriti. O teorie discutabila este pruncuciderea, care se gaseste atat la Barbelo gnostici cat si la vrajitoarele evului mediu. Cele trei manuale contra vrajitoriei, Malleus Maleficarum, Compendium Maleficarum si Daemonolatreiae Libri Tres pun foarte mult accent pe aceste practici, iar scriitori moderni precum Montague Summers chiar au luat totul ca fiind adevar pur. Altii le-au contestat, autori precum Jules Michelet. Insa multi istorici ai religiilor chiar si azi isi pun intrebarea "este adevarat sau nu?".

Totusi, cand ajungem in secolul 17, treburile se schimba destul de radical. In Franta la acest fin-de-siecle, Satanismul era pur si simplu un adevar clar si o influenta majora, atat religioasa, cat si artistica sau politica.

Sunt foarte multe dovezi care arata ca astfel de credinte si practici erau foarte adevarate si foarte imprastiate pe tot teritoriul. O "traditie" foarte curioasa si foarte raspandita era otravirea, pe care a practicat-o cu mare "talent si pasiune" infama doamna La Voisin.

Foarte multe informatii se pot gasi in cartea The Satanic Mass a lui Rhodes, care nu este deloc o carte dogmatica ci chiar un studiu sociologic, asa cum este descris in subtitlul cartii.

In capitolul 12, "La Reynie and his Police" vorbeste despre investigatiile politiei punand accent pe faptul ca nu se bazau pe superstitii si/sau teologie ci strict pe dovezi criminalistice, prin care au ajuns sa aresteze foarte multe persoane.

Prin anii 40' a existat de exemplu un coven numit "Our lady of Endor" care foloseau teologia Gnostica si venerandu-l clar pe Satan (o variatie a numelui acestui coven este Ophite Cultus Satanas). Un alt coven mai vechi, desi contestat ca fiind un coven autentic, este Hellfire Club din secolul 18, despre care se spune ca practicau Liturghia Neagra si tineau orgii. Multe informatii nu pot da deoarece nu cunosc.

Apoi anii 60', 70' si culminand cu Satanic Panic din anii 80' si inceputurile anilor 90' sunt alte exemple, desi cele din urma este clar ca nu sunt surse clare de informatie, reprezentand doar o isterie sociala.

Insa este clar ca, incepand cu anii 60 Satanismul revenea in forta si culmea, nu datorita fondarii Church of Satan, ci a multor coven-uri "teiste" si chiar "traditionale". Cel mai reprezentativ fiind Order of Nine Angles.

Incepand cu anii 90, mai exact in 1992 Brother Nero punea bazele covenului H.O.M.E., fiind un grup de satanism traditional autentic. Acest grup venera Diavolul in forma traditionala, facea ritualuri iar Nero practica si inca practica sacrificiul animal in onoarea lui Satan.

Inainte de a fonda HOME, Nero a fost membru in alte organizatii cu inclinatie spre Satanism si anume Temple of Set si Ordo Templi Orientis.

Din 1992 pana in prezent, Nero este unul din cei mai importanti oameni din comunitatea Satanista, fiind preotul multor personalitati importante de astazi.

Printre organizatiile importante care au nascut direct din H.O.M.E. fac parte Temple of Satan, Sanctuary of Satan, Church of Lucifer's Triumph, Black Coven of Satanas, Cult of the Ram si Cathedral of the Black Goat. Fondatorul Cathedral of the Black Goat a fost elevul direct al lui Nero, la fel si Brother Obitus.

Din Cathedral of the Black Goat au facut parte Maxine Dietrich a.k.a. Andrea Harrington, fondatoarea Joy of Satan si Diane Vera, fondatoarea Church of Azazel si Black Goat Cabal. Doi Satanisti din Romania au fost chiar in Preotimea CoBG numit Council of 6. Cei doi, chiar prieteni de-ai mei, erau Sister Darkange si Brother TC. Eu am facut parte din grupul public din anul 2004 pana in 2008.

Apoi mai sunt Brotherhood of Satan (o preoteasa din BoS a fost inclusiv preoteasa in CoBG, anume Claudia, o doamna foarte interesanta) si Order of the Morning Star (care au avut membri care se mutau din CoBG in OMS si invers).

Revenind la Brother Nero, acesta a fost primul care a gazduit un program TV despre Satanismul Traditional si a fost primul care a promovat direct tradiitiile Satanismului pe internet (cu cativa ani inainte de Church of Satan sau oricare alt grup).

Despre acest personaj si contributiile sale as putea scrie mult, dar prefer sa revin la ideea acestui articol.

Cei care promoveaza o religie luminoasa si fericita sub numele de "Satanism" nu au habar despre istoria acestui cult, despre practicile sale si despre puterea pe care o are.

Pe scurt:

Satanismul Traditional este:

Venerarea Diavolului.

Scurt si la obiect.

Multi vor spune ca Satanismul Traditional este de fapt Crestinism inversat. Da, este ! Din multe privinte.

Mai ales din cauza ca se trage aproape direct din Gnosticism si perioada Vrajitoriei Medievale si ale erei Elizabetane.

Tocmai din cauza ca aceasta religie nu este frumoasa si usoara, au aparut tot felul de metode de a-i schimba semnificatia originala si astfel au aparut noile "tipuri" de Satanism. Pentru a "usura" munca Satanistului si pentru a fi mai bine vazuti in societate.

De-a lungul timpului, Satanismul a avut de suferit multe modificari din cauza religiilor din RHP (Crestinism, Iudaism, Islamism, etc). Si din aceaza cauza, traditiile au avut mult de suferit astfel incat astazi a ramas doar o foarte mica parte autentica.

Pe langa aceste lovituri primite de la religiile Iudeo-Crestine, au aparut si metodele pseudo-Satanistilor aparuti peste noapte. Va sa zica, indivizi care intorc Satanismul pe dos, care intoarce Crestinismul pe dos. Interesant, nu?

Acesti indivizi iti vor spune clar ca Satanistii nu cred in Satan si ca nu-l venereaza, lucruri total contradictorii prin definitie.

Ca noile credinte si ideologii sunt mai mature sau mai logice pentru unii, e cu totul alta poveste. Dar tot Satanism sa se cheme?!

Multi tineri isi cauta un drum in viata, o filosofie de care sa fie mandri, care sa le gadile propriul ego. Unii se fac doctori, altii se fac... satanisti! Fiind nevoie doar de o lectura scurta, Biblia Satanica a lui LaVey, acestia realizeaza ca sunt de fapt zei.

Vor sa modeleze Satanismul dupa bunul plac, sa li se potriveasca mai bine.

Origin: masonsofheaven.blogspot.com

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