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At 11:03am on September 17, 2008, LISAELIZABETH said…
Thank you and have a Blessed Day :-)
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At 8:35am on August 21, 2008, LISAELIZABETH said…
thanks for the ad, Blessed Be friend,
LISAELIZABETH
At 7:45am on August 21, 2008, beth guarneri said…
Your artwork is stunning..

I hope to be inspired by this group in the future and feel comforted that i have chosen my path.

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At 4:46am on August 12, 2008, Jennifer said…
At 11:56am on July 24, 2008, Lady Anastasia said…
Great! I'm happy to hear that!
At 11:19pm on July 23, 2008, Lady Anastasia said…
Wavies at Alfred! I did some work in the Affiliates pages. Take a look and let me know if that is acceptable.
-lala
At 10:19pm on July 19, 2008, Jennifer said…
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Epode V – The Witch’s Incantation
Horace

‘By all the heavenly gods that rule the world, And command the human race,
What does this hubbub mean, and all these savage Faces, turned towards me alone?
By your children, if Lucina came when called To assist at their proper birth,
By these worthless rags of purple clothing, I pray, By Jupiter who will condemn this,
Tell me why you gaze at me like my stepmother, Or a beast pursued by the spears?’
When the lad, who lamented with trembling lips Stood silent, stripped of a boy’s insignia,
His youthful body such a one as might soften The impious hearts of Thracians:
Canidia, those blunt vipers entangled In her head of dishevelled hair,
Ordered wild fig-trees, ripped from the sepulchres, With funereal cypresses,
With the feathers and eggs of nocturnal screech-owls All smeared with the blood of vile toads,
With herbs that Iolchos and Iberia, fertile In poisons nurture for us,
And bones snatched from the jaws of a hungry bitch, All to be burnt in Colchian flames.
Meanwhile eager Sagana, sprinkled water From Avernus all through the house,
Hair fierce and bristling, like a spiny sea-urchin, Or like a wild-boar in the chase.
And Veia, unrestrained by sign of conscience, Was digging the earth, with a sturdy
Mattock, while groaning hard over her labours, So the lad, buried to his neck,
His face showing like a swimmer’s, chin touching The surface of the water,
Might die staring at food, brought and taken away Two or three times each endless day:
This so his marrow and liver, extracted, then Dried, might form a love potion,
When his eyeballs, fixed on the meal he was denied, Had shrivelled all to nothingness.
Idle Naples, and every neighbouring town, Believed that the mannish wanton,
Folia of Ariminium was also Present as one of that number,
Who spirits away the stars with Thessalian Charms, and steals the moon from the sky.
Then savage Canidia, gnawing a long nail With livid tooth, what did she say
What did she not say? ‘Oh, faithful witnesses Of my actions, you, Night,
And you, Diana, who are the queen of silence, Where our secret rites are performed,
Now, aid me now, now, turn your anger and power Against the houses of my foes!
While wild beasts lie in the fearsome woods, Wrapped in the sweetest slumber,
Let Subura’s dogs bark at the old adulterer, He whom everyone laughs at,
Who’s smeared with the ointment that my hands prepared, And never more perfectly.
What happened? Why have barbarous Medea’s dire Potions failed to work, those with which
She took vengeance on that proud paramour, great Creon’s daughter, then fleeing,
When the gift of a robe steeped in poisoned blood, Engulfed the new-made bride in flames?
And yet no root or herb that may grow secretly In wild places eluded me.
He is sleeping there between perfumed sheets Forgetful of mistresses. Alas! He walks at liberty, freed by the charms
Of some clever enchantress! O Varus, doomed to a life heavy with weeping,
By use of no common potion Will you return to me, nor will your devotion
Be revived by Marsian spells. I’ll prepare something stronger, a stronger dose I’ll pour,
That will counter your disdain, And sooner shall the sky sink under the sea,
With all the earth spread over both, Than you not burn with passion for me, just like
Bitumen with its smoky flame.’ Hearing this the boy no longer tried, as before,
To mollify the impious, But uncertain how best to break the silence,
Uttered Thyestean curses: ‘Your magic spells can’t alter right and wrong, or
Avert human retribution. I’ll pursue you with terrors: no sacrifice
Will expiate my dark threats. Even when, doomed to death, I expire, I’ll come
To you as a Fury by night, A shadow whose crooked claws will tear your faces
With the Manes’ divine power, And settling myself in your unquiet hearts, I’ll drive sleep out with terror.
The crowd will crush you, obscene old hags, pelting you With stones from every side:
And then the wolves and birds of the Esquiline, Will scatter your unburied limbs,
And my parents, who will alas survive me, shall Not miss a moment of that sight

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At 8:28pm on July 19, 2008, Jennifer said…
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At 8:27pm on July 19, 2008, Jennifer said…
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Just stopping bye to Say I'm sorry I haven't been here in a bit...I have my Daughter living with me, and am presently in a custody battle...Not to mention a health issue I have been dealing with is finally coming to a head...My thoughts are always with you all, and Thank you for being such a Great Friend!

Love ♥ Light ♥ Dark

Jennifer
At 5:06pm on July 19, 2008, Jennifer said…
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Thank You So Much Willowhawk, For Joining my group!!

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About Me
I am a practicing Pagan in a Celtic Family Tradition for over 25 years. I have recceived my BMsc from the University of Sedona and am now part of the International Metaphysical Ministry. In 2005 I received ordination from the Church of the Seven Planes. I am a Licensed Spiritual Coach (2007) and a Reiki Master (1995). I recently published a book of poetry, Hawk Sighting and am the Editor in Chief of the Heartland Spirit the newsletter of the Heartland Pagan Alliance.

My spiritual name is Vajrasattva Savitur and in Pagan circles I am known as Alfred Willowhawk. This name is drawn from The Willow Tree at the center of the Otherworld which is the Pathway to the Bright World and The Hawk, who represents recollection, cleansing of self and is the Messenger of the Otherworld.
Beliefs and Practices- Please be Detailed
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Favorite Books
Meaning of Witchcraft, GB Gardner
High Magic's Aid, GB Gardner
Book of Thoth, Aleister Crowley
A Witches Bible, Scott Farrar
Theory of Magic, Aleister Crowley

Celtic Seer's handbook
Left Hand of Darkness
Handmaiden's Tale
All Pern books
The Lathe of Heaven
How Did You Hear About the PaganMystics Community?
Part of Pagan Mystics and other Pagan boards
Likes
Diversity and tolerance
Learning about other people and their paths
Dislikes
phoney's, intolerance
What's one thing you'd like to be remembered for when you pass?
I have facilitated many to find there own path
What Do You Expecte to Get out of This Site?
Mutual support and learning

Soul Retrieval – © a willowhawk



SHATTERED Trunks of the Mother
Lost arms forever gone
rootless now crying from ecstacy
laying gasping, choking, sapless, silent
embracing darkness soon to come

Spirit Cries!!!
Thrusts out from the body
Quiet Thunder EXPLODES toward the cosmos
Life force reaching- Mother - where and why??

Purple fingers sparks of life
Straining reaching straight and light
Mother hears and cries – You too??
Encircling Love – come home come home

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Death of the Mighty English Oak

Remember the POWER of the English Oak. Remember the majesty of the English Oak. As these mighty signs of the GOD are destroyed with the Mistletoe that grows in symbiotic relationship with them, all should cry. This willful destruction in the name of progress is another insult to the Mother and all of our paths. As commercial interests continue to destroy the symbols and gateways to our pathways in the Otherworld cry OUT for our loss. The Link below will take you to a YouTube video of the willful… Continue

Posted on December 2, 2008 at 8:30am —

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Stumbling Blocks to Following Your Own Path

Introduction
In my last article I spoke on how to choose and began the discussion on following one's chosen path. As we defined this earlier a spiritual path is one where an individual is taking a route whether physically or metaphysically that pertains to the non-physical being of a person. The most important part of such a path, is that the individual grows, learns, and expands and comes to a reconciliation with their understanding of the metaphysical realms and their understanding of Deity
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Posted on September 9, 2008 at 1:34pm —

Alfred Willowhawk

On Choosing and following your own Path

Introduction

" What path is right for me?", is a question that each seeker asks at least once in their lives. As children, most individuals follow the pathways of their parents. Even if a parent has no particular spiritual path, the child is influenced by their parent. This is almost genetic as, regardless of a path, the mother, to the child, is the goddess. As one grows older and begins to think for themselves, they begin to feel a desire to either embrace or reject their parental sugge… Continue

Posted on July 10, 2008 at 11:26am — 1 Comment

Alfred Willowhawk

Shaman, Pastor, Priest,Priestess or Candlestick maker



Humans are always reachin
Shaman, Pastor, Priest, Priestess or Candlestick makerg for understanding. Whatever their religious, spiritual, or non spiritual philosophy, they are always seeking to understand the world around them. In our pre-industrialized world we sought these answers from individuals who seemed to have a better connection than the general population with unseen realms. They were sometimes called shamans, druids, priestesses or priests. Our post industrialized world calls… Continue

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