So my professor and I had an interesting debate regarding Mesopotamian and Gobekli Tepe Godesses. In his opinion the concept of a goddess who is both creature and human was the worshipers way of literally seeing their goddess. He also believes that the worship of a goddess who is to be feared and loved was primitive and a basic view of religion.
I , however , disagree. In my opinion the artistic view of Ishtar as half animal half human was a metaphor, as in, perhaps the peoples thought that she was one with the earth and with nature. The idea of a goddess being both good and evil is ,in my opinion, a very advanced way of thinking. Most modern day religions put only one of the two characteristics in each god, few seem to carry the quality of both. The human element of wrong and right doing in a goddess makes her seem more relatable authentic, an understanding of the balance between dark and light within all people .
I’m curious as to what you think? COMMENT ! 🙂
In this wonderful time of year we have the oportunity to give thanks for all that goes unnoticed throughout the year. From the smallest thank you’s for a stranger holding a door open, to the thank you’s to our devoted parents for the struggles they went through raising us. When I was fifteen and in the hospital for depression,addiction, and anxiety disorder I learned to have an apretiation for the little things i brushed off and my illnesses took from me. Like feeling the relief in your lungs at a breath of fresh air, or the emotions of humor when a joke is told, and even the feeling of embarasment in akward situations. When your soul and body are so fragile a butterflies wing could turn you to ash, there is no room for anything other than pain. An eternal black abyss. There is no eating,sleeping,relaxing,laughing,crying, or even emotional pain. The pain I speak of is one only those who have experienced this can understand. Its a pain that runs in your blood and through your entire being. The screams of agony that left my mouth were not of physical pain, but the pain of limbo. The instinct to scream when your in the dark and no one is near. I entered the rehabilitattion and behavioral medicine center on halloween. And with constant therapy and treatment I was begining to eat, sleep, walk. Nothing remarkable to an outsider, but an amazing acomplishment for someone in the position i was in. My dear friend and at the time group leader made us write a list of the things we are greatful for. We had fifteen minuites and then it was time to share….. These young people who had once been greedy for substance and lustful of money were thankful for the things that i realized were truley precious. These young people with little to no will to live were greatful for the air they breath, the water bottle they gave us before our session, the small chuckle we were able to muster, the flashof embarasment we were able to feel in our bellies, the hot dog we struggles to finish, the walk we took from our rooms to the restroom, the mismatched socks we were wearing, the pen that i could feel in my hand, and the beating vessel pumping in my chest that fought every second of every day against this darkness to live. We all go through things in life, some worse than others, most of us are hit with the harshness of darkness when we least expect it. There are things we go through that are cruel and should never have had to go through such things, but they happen. Everyone has been through war or has one to come. By the time death holds our hand we will be covered in the scars and blood of the world we fought to live in. We are all born, We all live, and We all die. I give thanks for my mothers hand that holds mine when i need comfort, for the flowers in my yard, the ants that annoy me in the summer, the water that cleanses me every day. I am greatful for this heart that never gave up, and became Phoenix from ash. Give thanks to your eyes that open every day, your lungs that breath and your heart that works tirelessly and continuously to give you another day.
“You say grace before meals. All right. But I say grace before the concert and the opera, and grace before the play and pantomime, and grace before I open a book, and grace before sketching, painting, swimming, fencing, boxing, walking, playing, dancing and grace before I dip the pen in the ink.” — G. K. Chesterton
“We often take for granted the very things that most deserve our gratitude.” — Cynthia Ozick
The best way to pay for a lovely moment is to enjoy it.” — Richard Bach
“Two kinds of gratitude: The sudden kind we feel for what we take; the larger kind we feel for what we give.” — Edwin Arlington Robinson
Hallows Eve was originally held on the first of May but in 834 a.d the Christian Church moves it to the first of November and was held to celebrate Pope Boniface IV’s desecration of the Pantheon (temple dedicated to all roman gods) at Rome in 610. For the Celtic people of Europe this was the time of summers end which equals to our modern “New Year”. On this Hallows eve the veil between realms of the dead and the living was at its thinnest a time to honor the departed and see into the future. Many other cultures celebrate this time as a festival to the dead.Modernly this holiday is welcomed with open arms as a time for play and celebration.
A good source of further explanation for this wonderful day: http://www.witchology.com/contents/october/halloween/halloweenorigins.php
This is a list of what in my opinion are good horror movies to enjoy during the upcoming hallows eve 😀 Theres nothing quite like the thrill of getting scared 🙂 have funn !
Five friends head to a remote cabin, where the discovery of a Book of the Dead leads them to unwittingly summon up demons living in the nearby woods. The evil presence possesses them until only one is left to fight for survival.
Five friends go for a break at a remote cabin in the woods, where they get more than they bargained for. Together, they must discover the truth behind the cabin in the woods.
A woman goes in search for her daughter, within the confines of a strange, desolate town called Silent Hill. Based on the video game.
A millionaire offers a group of diverse people $1,000,000 to spend the night in a haunted house with a horrifying past.
A suburban American family is being stalked by a group of psychotic people who live in the desert, far away from civilization
A young F.B.I. cadet must confide in an incarcerated and manipulative killer to receive his help on catching another serial killer who skins his victims
A film student who is obsessed with the movie Grave Encounters sets out with his friends to visit the psychiatric hospital depicted in the original film.
Now comes the time for the witches favorite time of year, Halloween also known as the Samhain !! The time when you can be blown out of the broom closet and walk the streets with wand in hand 🙂 I hope you all take this wonderful opportunity to let your deepest fantasies show, whether it be a vampire, witch,elf,dragon,mermaid, or gnome, may you all lavish in the darkness just this once 😉 Enjoy this Hallows eve and Stay Safe !
For a bit of Halloween History CHeck Out : http://www.halloweenhistory.org/
I will be making a seperate post “Samhain” to get more in depth with the spirit of our pagan sabbath.
I have a friend that Ive known for almost seven years, shes a kind, positive, but secretly pained soul. In her complexity and secret darkness her compassion still never fails to shine through. Throughout the time Ive known her i thought she had no spiritual openess or sense of a belief in magic but i was wrong. Not everyone believes in magic in the same way. Not all magic is spells, charms, and prayers. Somewere along the way id forgotten that there are other kinds of magic. The kind that sprouts from instinct and dreams; the kind that stays in the pit of your stomach your entire life. Since she was a little girl she has always had dreams of a man who would love her unlike anyother, he would take her to a place that only she and he would know existed. And in showing her this place she would find the missing piece to herself. He would open her eyes and heart to a wisdom of centuries. This dream has been with her since she can remember. I can see the vibrations of magic in her eyes when she talks about it. I think that when she meets him he will give her a piece of the sky shes been longing to complete, a puzzle piece to complete her. I believe in her star man. 🙂
Most of the things that i do are at the disapproval of my family, they think i am fickle,stubborn,and impulsive. I dont plan things i just do them. I dont worry about the aftermath nor the thoughts of others . Of course there are times when i have to think responsibly but i dont do it with everything. The most impulsive things i have done are the best memories i have, they are what created me. The last second decisions to pack a bag and go to the beach or plan a party in one hour or staying in the rain to talk to my bestfriends for eight hours. When i sudenly jumped out of my chair at sixteen and told my mom ,cut my hair all of it, and i donated it to locks of love. The tattoo of the beautiful butterfly that rests on my shoulder was a one day design. When i was fifteen i passed by a house and saw bunch of puppies but only one made eye contact with me and she stared right into my eyes, i bought her from the family on the spot. Or even a day i went to the beach but hadnt been in water in years, i saw the boder line ,i was terrified but i took a deep breath and swam towards it. The moment i reached it filled me with a fire and adrenalin i never knew existed. These moments, live in tea lights that are forever lit in my heart. My collection has been because of my flaws. The most amazing memories i have are because i lived in the moment. The odd things ive done have added to my love of adventure and spontaneous actions. I live in embracment of the now, i attack my fears and pay the consequences of my impulsive ways. The balance is hectic but i dont regret a single second and each memory is worth so much more than the repercussions are. Follow your moral code but dont be afraid to step outside the borders of societies standards. Step out of the safe circle and i promise you, you will never regret it. Blessings and love to all
A soulmate doesn’t always come in a lover, sometimes it comes in a friend. Saying i believe in soulmates is like saying i believe in reincarnation, it is merley personal instinct that leads me to believe, nothing more or less. During a dark time in my life i was at a point of constant darkness and agony. The most unconventional of all places to meet someone special. I had always been a cynical and cautious girl in romance. I was bitterly realistic and didnt bother geting lost in the romanticism of it all. All the good and terrible things that happened in my young life led to that moment, the awakening of my spiritual self. In the split second that i first laid eyes on him i felt a burst of fire in the pit of my stomach, an electricity humming in my blood, like every cell of my body was being ripped apart and pieced together again all in one. A moment is all it took. And a warm pink glow settled in with an aching tug of my heart at his familiar soul. As i looked in his eyes i saw eternity, the reason why everymoment of my life had led to this. And why it was all worth it. It was as if id known him forever, more than i knew myself. The awakening of my spiritual self happened in all of three seconds. Like flipping a light switch. As i said not all soulmates come in the form of a lover, my soulmate came as a friend that i fell in love woth, and no matter what form it comes, i believe it is bound to change is for the better.
Interpretations of what a witch is vary based on cultural mythology, and level of superstitious belief. A great example of a darkly exaggerated interpretation falls from hispanic culture (keep in mind i mean no offence to any cultural references and i am hispanic and have experienced this judgment first hand). In hispanic culture witches are seen as people who worship the devil and use blackagic, sacrificing, dancing around fires, and sexual acts, etc.. With the cultural superstition being so high, when one comes across a witch it is usually with fear, anger, and at times aggression. When an uncle of mine found i was a witch he poured”holy water” on me. However! Because of these false judgments and beliefs it is largely missed that nearly at everycorner is a witch. The true meaning of a witch, an herbal user and healing practitioner. These men and women are very much needed, their buisness thrives, and there is no danger to them. Hatred follows the title “witch” not the actual witch.
Its a complicated decision deciding whether or not to raise our children with our beliefs (pagan,wiccan,druid,witchy,etc). We have to take into consideration how the child will be affected socially and emotionally with being out of the norm. In todays world, the beliefs we wish to pass to out children can be seen as negative, evil,odd,dangerous. When holidays come and the kid is in school, wouldn’t it cause confusion when tales of santa clause, and the Easter bunny arise.
What will they believe, and would it make it more difficult for them to accept our traditions? How about the questions that will no doubt come at seeing our religious charms instead of a cross?
Would it be best to simply raise our children with morals and ethics, and let them choose what to worship and which holidays to follow ? These are simply my questions and concerns on the subject, each road will have its stones. If i have caused anyone offense in this post i apologize, all that matters in how we go about this is that we do it with love and the best intentions in our hearts.
This is a basic BOS, slightly modern and portable. It is my own, and much like the traditional it has all the same information that you would put in the antique BOS. Spells, Charms,Chants,Recipes, etc…. There will never be two the same and thats the beautiful things about it :), if you feel like sharing your own take a picture of the cover, one or two pages, send either through (IM- Email- or as a comment ) and share a bit of your style of BOS 🙂 ( along with your witches name)
There is magic everwere 🙂 if you just look close enough to see it
Im so happy to see the book come to life 🙂 this beautiful book inspired me in a very unique and profound way. In love towards this book is how my blog came to be named In Our Stars. A cord in my heart was struck when I came across a phrase I could never forget, “Some tourists think Amsterdam is a city of sin, but in truth it is a city of freedom. And in freedom, most people find sin.”.
At the time I was lost in the loneliness of being a solitary practitioner, and though I learned well and practiced frequently it wasnt enough. I struggled emotionally with having come out of the broom closet to my family, they are solid “catholics” and accused me of being evil, sacrificing and practicing “black magic”.
When I read this phrase something inside of me clicked into place, I realized that my family would never be happy with who i am and what I believed in. That my parents would always look down at me for my spiritual path. Yes i was different, pagan, with blue hair , my family was disappointed, but i was free. For the first time in my life I was myself, happy, and free.
This book changed my prospective on many things, and in its own way it will always be the spark to this blog, website,instagram (whatever you wish to call it).
There will always be people who look down on us, hate us, fear us, and try to change who we are. There will always be someone to find the fault in us, to find the sin in our freedom. And what to do but embrace sin, accept fault, and smile because you are free.
Magic can be neither black nor white, it is both because nature is both, whether light or dark lies in the intention of the witch
Desire is but a natural fire of the souls masturbation are very raw and pure forms of energy and magic. Your sexuality can be a tool in the craft, embrace it .
There is much debate on the subject of reincarnation, if you are one of the non believers , well this isnt really for you but i hope you find entertainment in this none the less. This is to those whom like i do, believe in a past further before than that of your current state of existence. In the midst of our every day anxiety and distractions we forget who we are. The unanswerable question. No matter how expressive,how determined, or well spoken you are ,there is not a person alive who can put into words the entirety of who they are . And you shouldnt be able to, a persons character and essence is far too precious and complex to demean it into words. Who am i? I know , in my head and in my heart, and thats all that matters. Now think about this, who are you? Why are you this person now? Do you like who you are? Can you improve yourself? Do you have more regrets than joys? What is the most important thing in your life? Who is most precious to you in this world? How did you come to be? …… Was who you are meant to be?
Now for those who dont believe in fate , to each there own.
But how can it be that all the coincidences and split second decisions that rippled throughout time all aligned into perfect synchronization to form what is now you.
I believe i have been here much longer than my bodies age, that i was once the beginning a ripple that is now me. That as time has passed in the line of this domino effect i have continued to reapear to fulfill the effect of my ripple.
Of all things in this earth that could have happened, trillions of coincidences formed a path to me. I am my pasts, and my futures. So when i wonder who am i, i look around at the world around me, and in those moments i get a sence of fulfillment, because all i need to know is that i am exactly who im supposed to be.
(old poem repost, it felt fit for the mood i was in)
The world has made a mockery of us
Turned us into an impossibility
Cackles and chuckles at the mere thought
A child’s tale
The children speak true
Mock myth when its present before your eyes
Feed yourself ignorance
Denial burns in their eyes
What brought us here is seen as myth
Do I look like myth?
Are these eyes stirrings of fairy dust ?
I am real as you
Flesh of man
Soul of earth
Daughter of magic
Daughter of power
Daughter of wisdom
The earth is my mother
Why do you snicker?
Preposterous you say ?!
You worship one you cannot see!
I see my goddess
We are not a joke
Respect as I respect you
You mock me again
Im brought back
Back to a time of magic running red
Like rivers of wine
Pointless attempt at purification
Drums of war in the hearts of the ignorant
Following the word of one man
One mans word
Red velvet flies
Myth being tortured
Consumed by pain
Touched of our sin
Touched of our freedom
Wine falls from my sisters
Screams from my sisters
Agony from my sisters
Myth you say ?!
You come to me and demand I follow your way ?!
Do not speak to me of light you hypocrite!
Do not speak to me of truth you ignorant fool!
Wine falls of my sisters
Screams of my sisters
Agony of my sisters
And you call it myth?
Do not walk upon us with your face of righteousness
Waiving your tainted flag , and call me sinner
My only sin is being free
But I guess it is in freedom that most often find sin
I know what I am
And if you could muster some sort of vision youd see
You know too
Treat us as what we are
One mans word
Your peoples blood spilled in the attempt to follow it
We are not of Satan
He is your creation not ours
We are ” inpure” as you
Our sisters and brothers of man
( I was angry but I wanted to share, I mean no disrespect to any one however if I have offended you I apologize please let me know and I will remove it )
Nothing compares to the feeling of knowing that the eath you feel , feels you too, its alive and a part of you.
Embrace the darkness and do not fear it, for if there was no dark there couldn’t be light
To our sisters that have passed, our sisters that are,and those to come, blessed be.
I believe in honoring our fallen sisters, whether it have been by fire in the burning times or death in sleep, nomatter how brutal or peaceful the death may have been i feel we are all connected by magic. The same electricity that ran through our ancestors veins , runs through ours, and will do the same for those to come.
Have respect and kindness towards our sisters that are for we wont always be here, never leave someone with negativity . Us that are of the now must be the example for those to come, in todays world witches are a mockery, a fashion style, or a form of rebellion. The misconceptions and ignorance about us is shocking but ever through this there are some who have kept to the peace, understood the meaning of the sacred earth, and appreciate what magic is. I hope the witches of today stay united and learn from eachother so that our beliefs can live on for our descendants 🙂
And for those to come, they will be the creation of their surroundings , if we want the best we must be the best example 🙂
We are each a vital thread in the blanket that is earth , we all need eachother. So again i say , to our sisters that that have passed, those that are, and those that will be. Blessed be 🙂
This is the most amazing event I have ever been to ! Ive been waiting a year and finally the days are here ! 😀 The trip can get a bit pricey but I guarantee you will no be disappointed, this is an event you will never forget 🙂