Tuesday, September 16, 2014

Shrouded Feast of the Dread Lord: Autumn Equinox

In a few days the Autumn Equinox will be upon us, for the majority of Contemporary Paganism, though not all by far, it is a day of feasting often described akin to a Pagan Thanksgiving. For the Witch though, there is also traditional lore and rites through the practice of which will act as the catalyst of specific mysteries. Sure there is still feasting, but for the Witch there is at least an additional reason for the feast that is directly related to the cycle of our Gods at this time. This is not to say that much of the same lore is not shared, it doesn’t have to be an either or paradigm, only to say that as a mystery based Craft the focus of the Witch is upon such Work.

This festival is Second Harvest, the first was at Lammas and the third is yet to come. The First Harvest, amongst other things, is the reaping of the Sun’s Heart Harvest when our Lord sacrifices his worldly presence to descend into the Underworld. The Second Harvest is the revealing of that which lay within the Shroud ; that which is without the Jewels and Regalia of this world.

The feast laid upon the table consists of the foods common to the harvest at this time, and these too are symbolic of this tide-time. The first food that is traditional at this time is wine and the second is harvested food from trees (think fruit and nuts).

Primarily, wine is a harvest food that relates to our Lady (though not always). Wine, especially Red, as is traditionally used in rites related to the Moon is symbolic of the Blood of the Moon Goddess. This is not a reference to Her moon-tide, at least in this particular context, but is a reference to blood in the same manner as one might say that family is of the same blood. You see the Blood of the Moon Goddess is keyed to the Daughter of the Moon, the earthly aspect of our Lady, the personal immanence of the Celestial Her. The harvest of wine is the harvest of our Lady as She manifests on the earth. It is Her harvest as it relates to the seasons, the cycles of life. This is relevant because it is at this equinox when this face of our Lady descends into the Underworld to join the Lammas King now turned Lord of the Tomb. Not to mention, wine is also a food associated with the dead, think Underworld.

The second category of harvest foods at this feast speak of Him. One of the faces He shows us is the Face in the Greenwood, the same face formed in the branches and leaves of the Tree. These foods are the fruits and seeds (nuts, etc). Fruit is the end result of labor and sacrifice and here it is implicative of His past Lammas sacrifice. More so though, the fruit is the provider of seed. Seeds then are symbolic of the forthcoming rebirth made possible by death. In fruit the Witch is reminded of His harvest, but in seed reminded of the continued turn of the Wheel as a herald to the eventual dawn of Yule-tide and reemergence of our Lord from the chthonic unto manifestation. The flesh of fruit or husk of seed are as the veil is; a Shroud.

Our Lord at this time sits upon His throne in the Mound. He is a seed in the belly of the earth standing between the worlds of potential and manifestation. He at this time is as the Veil is that covers the radiance of the Sun.

Our Lady presides over the feast whereby our own inner Sun under death’s shroud is honored, revealed to the eyes, and promised to dawn. Then She descends into the cavernous gates unto the Underworld. She is the Hand turning the Wheel and Her mystery is the other half revealed. She is as the Underworld is; She is the grail, the cauldron of immortality.

Along seven gates She must pass, each demanding a harvest of Her worldly ties. Having laid aside a small collection of jewels and garments our Lady on Earth will stand bound in the presence of the Shrouded Dread Lord under the Mound. Stripping Her seven stars from the Crown was but only the first mystery, a bearing of the naked inner. It is a harvest of revealing. When we have descended into our own labyrinth and come to stand before what is shrouded there, the Sun found there will burn away everything of this world. As with Her own descend, what is revealed then is the true harvest revealed and it then that She is unbound and able to ascend the Throne.

This is the Feast of the Shrouded Dread Lord, it is the Feast of Her Seven Fallen Stars, and it is the Feast of Revealing. Happy Autumn Equinox! Welcome the Harvest Home!

Boidh se!

-Spanish Moss

“Lost in a thicket bare-foot upon a thorned path.”

Friday, September 12, 2014

What to do?

It is a strange thing recognizing the signs of descent and or ascent. It is even stranger recognizing the moment when with one hand She rips the ground from beneath one’s feet while simultaneously with the other hand creates wings. It is liked being plucked from one landscape and dropped into another.

The hang man’s noose becomes the umbilical cord, the womb from which is birthed a new world. The fated landscape is a tomb painted in the blood of the past, murals of every step upon this thorned way. Ladled therefrom the stars are poured out into a heavenly crown towards which the antlered tines of the oak yearn to draw lips to lips.

What to do? What to do?

Continue to Craft, that is all one can do.

Boidh Se!

-Spanish Moss

“Lost in a thicket bare-foot upon a thorned path.”

Tuesday, September 2, 2014

13 Adorations

A couple of years ago a Brother in the Arte wrote up some adorations for our Lady and our Lord, which he graciously shared with me (amongst others). I have been using them for a little over a year now in my personal work. It has been a marvelous experience, and so for the moment I plan to keep using them.

Sometime this past year, as part of a ritual I put together, I decided to write my own adorations for use in that specific rite for our Lady. I wrote it inspired in the format he used but otherwise let the gnosis of our Lady bubble, froth, and spill onto the page as it would. I have not, however, worked with this set in any depth. Perhaps for a future round of workings I will.

Whereas I have no plan of divulging the rite used, nor the original adorations, I thought that as the author of this particular iteration of adorations that I would share a bit of this aspect of my Craft. Consider it a peak into the thicket.


Thirteen Adoration of Our Lady the Moon

Thee I adore, O Mother of the Starry Heavens.
Thee I adore, Thou Cauldron of Transformation.

Thee I adore, O Illuminator of Hearts.
Thee I adore, Thou Governess of Secrets.

Thee I adore, O Queen clad in Silver and White.
Thee I adore, Thou Wild Huntress Enthralled.

Thee I adore, O Grace of Sovereignty.
Thee I adore, Thou Wheel of Weaving.

Thee I adore, O Primal Cry in the Night.
Thee I adore, Thou Reaper of Time.

Thee I adore, O Beauty of Beauty.
Thee I adore, Thou Purifier and Mover of Tides.

Thee I adore, O Beckoning Seductress.
Thee I adore, Thou Forge of Ecstasy.

Thee I adore, O Scribe of the Constellations.
Thee I adore, Thou Mirror of the Earth.

Thee I adore, O Perfumed Seer of Visions.
Thee I adore, Thou Keeper of Silence.

Thee I adore, O Daughter of the Gate.
Thee I adore, Thou Fire in the Head.

Thee I adore, O Maid of the Horns.
Thee I adore, Thou Shaper of Initiation.

Thee I adore, O Mother of Birth.
Thee I adore, Thou Song of Eternity.

Thee I adore, O Hag-Crucible of Blood.
Thee I adore, Thou Chalice of Return.


Boidh Se!

-Spanish Moss

“Lost in a thicket bare-foot upon a thorned path.”