Thursday, October 22, 2009


Our Lady Severity is the sting of trail and it is suffering to learn that are her loom. Interestingly enough she, from my experience, rules the Northern Province as the Crowned Queen of the Underworld, the Hag, Grandmother Midnight, the Crone, and the list goes on.

The winds of her breath that change and mold her will unto the mill are varied by current. Of the various elements mapped to the quarter it is Fire that is not seen. Most common is Earth, the dry and cold of bitter winter manifest from the womb of deep dark caverns. Visit another line and you may find that Air is the chill of the north, most common where Alchemical influence is naught for it is most defiantly not warm and wet, but the herald of death, winter, our shadow, and night. The absence of Fire is ruled by the ice of Water, chilling to the bone and freezing the air and land alike and so for a few it is the cold and wet of Water that forms the thrown of the black pillar.

Regardless though it is the lack of Fire, the light, warmth, and growth brought by the south, the land of the Sun, that is common. It is he that warms the flow of life otherwise frozen. Remember one alone blinds burning with brilliance and the other is barren freezing with cold.

Boidh se!
-Spanish Moss

"Lost in a thicket bare-footed upon a thorned path."

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