Magickal Musings
WHAT:
A ritual is any act either performed with focused intent or performed repetitiously. A deliberately planned and executed outcome.
WHY:
Our subconscious controls our longterm memories, our emotions and personality. Subconscious does not recognize the concept of no, hates bad feelings, loves pageantry and is capable of performing unimaginable numbers of functions at once to communicate with your soul and the wonders of the universe.
Take nothing but memories,
Leave nothing but echoes...
Initiation...
Thoughts of anticipation, thoughts of contemplation, stirring through my head. Trying to still my thoughts, I seek solitude in my day, moving in my own rhythm, I find aloneness.
Will I dance with the Goddess tonight?
Will I find the great cathedral within my soul?
Is all that I seek within myself?
This is the night my spirit soars. The goddess within my soul acknowledged.
2/2/96 Goldeneagle
MOTHER EARTH
Mother
You nourish me from the fruits of your green fields.
You bathe me in the mists of your falling rain.
You caress my cheek with the touch of your soft breath.
You sing me to sleep with the voice of your flowing streams.
You awaken me with the warmth of your golden sunshine.
Mother
You rock me gently into the endless night of the universe.
Springtime...
You can see the Goddess all around you, enfolding you in the hills of Her breasts, the rolling curves of her mighty thighs. She spreads Herself over the world, warm and fertile and glowing with life.
Sonnet LXXXIX
by Pablo Neruda
When I die, I want your hands on my eyes:
I want the light and the wheat of your beloved hands
to pass their freshness over me once more:
I want to feel the softness that changed my destiny.
I want you to live while I wait for you, asleep.
I want your ears still to hear the wind, I want you
to sniff the sea's aroma that we loved together,
to continue to walk on the sand we walk on.
I want what I love to continue to live,
and you whom I love and sang above everything else
to continue to flourish, full-flowered:
so that you can reach everything my love directs you to,
so that my shadow can travel along in your hair,
so that everything can learn the reason for my song.
by Pablo Neruda
by Pablo Neruda
When I die, I want your hands on my eyes:
I want the light and the wheat of your beloved hands
to pass their freshness over me once more:
I want to feel the softness that changed my destiny.
I want you to live while I wait for you, asleep.
I want your ears still to hear the wind, I want you
to sniff the sea's aroma that we loved together,
to continue to walk on the sand we walk on.
I want what I love to continue to live,
and you whom I love and sang above everything else
to continue to flourish, full-flowered:
so that you can reach everything my love directs you to,
so that my shadow can travel along in your hair,
so that everything can learn the reason for my song.
by Pablo Neruda
Summer Solstice
Summer Invocation
by Trish Telesco
Fireflies and summer sun
in circles round
we become as one.
Singing songs at magick’s hour
we bring the winds
and timeless powers.
Turning inward, hand in hand
we dance the hearth
to heal the land.
Standing silent, beneath the sky
we catch the fire
from out God’s eye.
Swaying breathless, beside the sea
we call the Goddess
so mote it be!
by Trish Telesco
Fireflies and summer sun
in circles round
we become as one.
Singing songs at magick’s hour
we bring the winds
and timeless powers.
Turning inward, hand in hand
we dance the hearth
to heal the land.
Standing silent, beneath the sky
we catch the fire
from out God’s eye.
Swaying breathless, beside the sea
we call the Goddess
so mote it be!
