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I danced with death and I dined on souls
Drank the blood of many a good man.
I laughed with the Lords, made merry with the Ladies
As my years on the planet grew many.
As time and tide slipped quietly by, I saw governments rise and fall.
I saw the comings and goings of many a good King, but I kept me quiet and I kept me hidden and played by the rules? Not I…
I had fun with the fairest, drank deep from the wicked,
I slept under the trees and stars.
My home is where my feet touch the ground, my abode is wherever I am.
I cannot be reasoned; I cannot be fathomed;
Only a few shall know my name; only a few shall dance my dance, ever have the chance to know.
I am the first and I am the last; the rise and the fall, the magician and fool in one.
Let me know you and I’ll let you know me,
But find me first if you can.
And when you’ve found me; pray look again
For I am not who you think I am; I am not where i’m meant to be.
Many have sought me, though few have found me
But of course, I have always known you.
I know your deeds and I know your sins.
I was there at your birth and your death.
I have walked this earth right by your side.
I have heard your cries in battles of old.
I have tasted your blood on my lips.
I have cast my thread around the world to catch me a goodly feast;
The souls of man, the blood of man; always my sacred way.
You know not I; I know you well, for I walk in your dreams every night.
To those who can ‘see’, I will show the way.
But for those who cannot-who cares?
I dwell between the earth and the sky
On the firmament of earthly dreams.
You are never alone; I am always here.
I have been here from the very start.
I am here in this moment in your earth- bound life
And I shall be here until you die.
But I won’t give a dam for I am well beyond that.
I won’t weep on the day that you die.
For I know the truth and I know the lies and I know what is meant to be.
I can ride the tides across all times, for I know where I’m meant to be.
I can see you but can you see me?
Whisper my name and I’ll know,
But I won’t run to you; I will watch and I’ll wait for that moment of perfect time,
When you come to me with a pureness of heart and a mind that’s willing to fly.
Then I will open the doors that are bound so tight, then I will give you the sacred key.
So go sleep the sleep of the innocent lamb but be aware of the wolves nearby.
If you find me and I find you too, we can ride on the waves of time.
I will show you the way and show you the glory,
I will show you the truth of your birth.
But open your heart and open your mind; prove to be good and true.
The ways of the blood are the only way, the only way to be.
Do you catch my drift, do you catch my thread, dare you be who you’re meant to be?
But my children be swift in your very deed, for your time is running out; your fate has already sealed.
So on Destiny’s Hill I will await, I will whisper your name on the winds.
When the rivers flow red and the lamps go out; when the chariots are all aligned;
You will thus know me as I am meant to be, the Walvbane; shepherd and slayer in one;
But by then my friends it will be too late, for the trumpets will have already been heard.
You sealed your fate to your neon gods as you walked away from me,
But fear not the night my goodly souls, you won’t feel a fucking dam thing.
For I dance with death as the tide rides high as your souls I so gladly take.
Your fate I sealed at your time of birth; all swept away on the tides of blood, your chances came and went.
I am the One; I am the All
The first and the last, don’t you see?
I will kiss your lips with the bloodied rose, let you revel in my embrace.
We will dance till dawn, we can dance as one, we can tango the night away.
Then sweet sounds I will sing, as I lullaby you home and you dance to the tune of your death.
I shall soothe you home through day and night, to the end of your human fate.
It’s all been a laugh, it’s all been a scam, it’s all been a deadly game.
Most of you will never know and those that do aren’t telling.
If you fuck with me, I’ll fuck with you, as I raise my glass and empty the vessel, to a wondrous future foretold.
I am the Lord, I am the Light
Come dance, come follow me.

moonwillow/adueni 2016

‘The Keeper of Scrolls’

“Solve my riddle if you dare…..”

Weaving Webs of Fate and Destiny: for Change and Transformation

I know that lots of folks are really scared of spiders and do not see their beauty and wonder at all; so I thought I would share this from my times of facilitating the Dark Moon Grove of Hecate, where I had a personal and profound connection to Arachne. She was our first goddess of the eastern quadrant; very apt then to be of air and to be our guide to our fate and destiny.

Where does one start when searching for Arachne? How does one crawl through her web to unlock her mysteries without becoming tangled up in her silken threads? I thought and studied long and deep about her magical correspondences, her connection to the dark moon grove, to the very air itsself and to the east. However all the normal correspondences for the eastern quarter did not seem to fit, did not ring true, did not connect to Arachne at all. None of what I was finding out or reading about rang true to the individual essence that meant Arachne. I had to get away from what was perceived in modern-day paganism as “correspondences” as finding the truth via the dark goddesses meant stripping away all previous knowledge. Little did i know at the time that i was following my true path, away from the misinformation of those who had bought modern day paganism to the for; i was indeed treading a very much older path.

This was a big challenge to me unravelling Arachne; there must be a way round this small challenge, a way into her world, a way to unravel her web. I knew that the answer to those elusive questions must be staring me right in the face but I just could not see it. I had to look differently, go deeper into another world to find Arachne and so to create a very special incense to her. And then it slowly began to dawn on me; I must visit her world, walk with her, into the secret, green world of barks, mosses and dark, damp corners. A world of morning mists and shimmering webs, for there I would find her secrets, her scents and her magic. I started studying the Arachne myths, reading them and re reading them in order to connect, to find her, to know her.

According to the old stories and myths, she was a determined, talented young lady who took upon herself a mighty challenge by a goddess. She, Arachne was a weaver of considerable acclaim and her work truly was a joy to behold. Purple in colour, it was said, and dyed thus by her father. But she was challenged in her weaving by Athene (Minerva) disguised as an old woman, undeterred though because in her mind she was the best, Arachne took on the challenge, maybe though she was just a bit too arrogant. It was a hard-fought contest of wills and weaving skills. Arachne and Athena wove and wove, shuttles weaving in and out as they frantically wove their many threads to create works of outstanding beauty. They both had a point to prove.

But Athene, being the goddess she is, eventually won the weaving dual and destroyed Arachne’s work.  Arachne hung herself, stricken with grief and distress. The goddess however showed remorse and took pity on Arachne and sprinkled Aconite on to her corpse thus transforming her into the world’s first spider.

A gossamer scent, as light as a spiders footfall: touched with sighing mists:  pallid flowers, dusty woods and soft herbs”

In another version of the tale the transformation is more graphic as the goddess

sprinkled her with the juice of Hecate’s herb, and immediately at the touch of this dark poison, Arachne’s hair fell out. With it went her nose and ears, her head shrank to the smallest size, and her whole body became tiny. Her slender fingers stuck to her sides as legs, the rest is belly, from which she still spins a thread, and, as a spider, weaves her ancient web.”

Which to me denotes that change and transformation can often be (and indeed is) very painful, yet the outcome is that of which to beautify. So it seems I was on the right track and Aconite, sometimes known as Hecate’s Herb was to be a very important ingredient, as too, would be the barks and herbs and scents of my own garden. This incense was to be an incense of courage and transformation which is the message I believe Arachne brings to us. She did not shy from her challenge, her destiny and yet when cruelly beaten she was forever transformed by her experience.

Arachne Incense: gathered from where she weaves her webs….

  • Slithers of Willow bark gathered from the riverbank.
  • Shavings of damp Apple bark
  • Shreds of last seasons dried Honesty
  • Fresh scented shoots and stems of Bergamot
  • Twigs of winter Evergreen
  • Spring shoots of Evergreen
  • Sprigs of Heather
  • Fresh shredded Bay leaf from the kitchen garden
  • Sweet Lemon Balm gathered from the gardens edge.
  • New leaves given by Lady Elder, the fairy tree.
  • Musty, dusty Seed Pods from the woodpile.
  • Dark, damp Ivy
  • Hecate’s Herb  (Aconite) The bark and leaves given with love
  • Three Strands of your hair with which to weave the web
  • Sweet Geranium, over which Arachne left her tracks.
  • Moss gathered from underfoot.

Use this incense carefully in specific ritual, spell work or magical rites to take on the challenge of courage and transformation. Of course if one has ‘webs to weave’ of ones own, one may of course put this incense to real good use….

Arachne: weaving fate and destiny

Arachne: weaving fate and destiny

  April 2006

A warrior of the Serpent Path; always questing upon the sphere of time

Bringing LIGHT to those open to receive

Written during the times of the ‘Dark Moon Grove’

The beautiful energies from the sisters of the grove are acknowledged 

“I shine as the moon, i sing as the sun, I am the guiding star, yet still you know me not”

One of the tenets of treading a very deep and profound path; non more so than that of the Old Ways, is that just when you believe all is safe and well and you have reached a pinnacle of sublime understandings, the path and what you perceived as your understandings can come right back at you and kick you hard in the face, as all that you ever knew is totally transformed into something deeper and more profound than you ever thought possible. Sometimes it can strike like a bolt of lightning on a once sturdy old oak tree, rendering you as the old oak shot right into two straight down the middle. Even if you see it coming you may have nowhere to run, nowhere to hide and find yourself totally laid bare in the aftershock.

However, you do actually need these bolts from the blue, these reality checks, for they are the challenges and the safeguards sent to you for a reason; they are the hurdles we must all overcome in order to progress (or not) within our given paths. For it is certainly ‘Those That See And Observe’ in action; living up to their name. We may need to travel deep down and hit rock bottom more than once on this journey, facing the darkness and the uncertainty alone. Many times we can reach out in order to grasp the hidden thorn and be totally torn to shreds before eventually emerging into a new dawn of understandings. All our journeys are very different, very individual, even for walkers of  the same path and yet many journeys take us eventually to the same point of understandings at different points in time within the universe. Yet to go further than we ever thought possible, we must break through our own human led limitations and expectations, break out of that old mindset that we have been force-fed with in order to access that realm of ultimate perfection within the universe; access that place that seems so seductively near but is oh so very far away.

Knowledge is truth and truth is power yet with knowledge and truth comes big responsibilities as the mysteries are demystified and reality starts to unravel before our very eyes transforming into the reality we always knew within our hearts yet dared not to even think about. The darkest hour as we know, is just before dawn and a phrase that we may have referred to time and time again, but what does this really mean? When in this dark place we must relish and embrace all the lessons being offered there, equally the good and the bad, and learn from them as we have never learnt before;  we are being held there for a reason and cannot not move on until we have learnt those lessons laid out for us and the ‘powers that be’ within the universe deem us ready. So learn and grasp as you never have before, learn to shed that which you need to shed in order for transformation to happen, however hard, however painful it just has to be faced in order to move on and up again. Only you, the lone traveller on this particular journey can face it, it is a journey you must  face alone yet in facing it and learning from it you/those of us who are meant to, will surely all rise again.

Many will never tread the path of truth, many will have the ability to yet will never fulfill their purpose and many, many more will never even know of the journey or of the truths of existence and will never even give it a thought, yet that is the way it is meant to be; it is as it always has been and what will be, will indeed be. Only a few will ever truly see or hear that exquisite song of the piper at the gates of dawn heralding in an old truth to the Serpent Army. It is not a quick fix by any means, this journey can be a journey of many lifetimes and many folks will forever hide behind the facade of illusionment of the modern world, living for today, hard and fast  in a circle of false promises begetting the unfulfilment of their own manifested urobourous; getting nowhere very fast.

Whether or not we follow the Way of the Blood, the true Old Ways, for the transformation to truly happen on any level we must evolve from within in order for the first stages to begin and this can only happen when you remove all the baggage that humanity has thrown at you, when you clear your mind and you face yourself alone, as the one that you truly are and truly love what you see.

But the joy, the real joy of transformation is often totally and utterly silent, a very personal covenant of peace and joy between you and the Divine, so very personal and profound in fact that no utterances or affirmations in the world of men are ever needed. It is of a coming home to a home that once you had no concept of its existence; it is though of a very real world, a very real way of life that can only be accessed by the opening of your heart, by releasing the ego and by finding peace within and trust without for those who are there to guide and nurture you at every step of the way. Then and only then will real alchemical and physical transformation ever even begin to take place.

“I am the riddle of the whispering wind and will be with you till the end of days”

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