Welcome to the Worlde of a Fated Fey, one who walks the Shadows between the OtherSide and this Dreamland. This is the Book of Shadows of a hereditary and self-taught Magickal Woman; a Dreamer who possesseth the lineage of Fae, Wytch and Starr Blood. Interwoven together to make an ecclectic source of Magick and Chaos. To walk between the Worldes of the Starrs, the Hidden Realms, the Spirit Worlde and to also Live a human life...

Wednesday, November 9, 2011

A traverse throughout Hystory and Mythology...)O(

Inanna's descent into the
“I went there of my own free will.
I went there in my finest gown,
with my rarest Jewels
With my Queen of Heaven crown
In the Underworld
At each of the Seven Gates
I was stripped seven times
Of all that I thought I was
Till I stood bare in who I really am.

The Birth of Aphrodite...
            Aphrodite, her birth results when Kronos castrates his father and throws his testicles away.  The blood from the wound falls on earth and generates the Erinyes, Giants and Ashtree Nymphs.
The genitals, cut off with adamant
and thrown from land into the
stormy sea.
Were carried for a long time on
the waves;
White foam surrounded the
immortal flesh,
And in it grew a girl.  At first it
On holy Cythera, from there it
To Cyprus, circled by the waves.
And there
The goddess came forth, lovely,
much revered,
and grass grew up beneath her
delicate feet.
Her name is Aphrodite among
And gods, because she grew up in
the foam,
And Cytherea, for she reached that
And Cyprogenes, from the stormy
where she was born, and
Phillommedes from
The genitals, by which she was
Eros is her companion; fair Desire
Followed her from the first, both
at her birth
and when she joined the company
of the gods.
From the beginning, both among
gods and men,
she had this honour and received
This power:
Fond murmuring of girls, and
smiles, and tricks.
And sweet delight, and
friendliness and charm.

Homer; VIII
to Ares...
            Ares, exceeding in strength, chariot-rider, golden-helmed, doughty in heart, shield-bearer, saviour of cities, harnessed in bronze, strong of arm, unwearying, mighty with spear, O defence of Olympus, father of Warlike Victory, ally of Themis, stern governer of the rebellious, leader of righteous men, sceptred King of manliness, who whirl your fiery spear among the planets in their seven-fold courses through the aether wherein your blazing steeds ever-bear you above the third firmament of heaven; hear me, helper of men, giver of dauntless youth!  Shed down a kindly ray from above upon my life, and strength of war, that I may be able to drive away bitter cowardice from my head and crush down the deceitful impulses of my soul.  Restrain also the keen fury of my heart, which provokes me to tread the way of blood-curdling strife.  Rather, O blessed one, give you me the boldness to abide within the harmless laws of peace, avoiding strife and hatred and the violent fiends of death.

Sokrates speech of Persephone...
            “Let us inquire what thought man had in giving them (the gods) their names... The first men who gave names (to the gods) were no ordinary persons, but high thinkers and great talkers... Pherephatta!-- How many people fear this name, and also Apollon!  I imagine it is because they do not know about correctness of names.  You see they change the name Phersephone and its aspect frightens them.  But really the name indicates that the goddess is wise; for since things are in motion (pheromena), that which grasps (ephaptomenon) and touches (ephapon) and is able to follow them is wisdom.  Pherepapha, or something of the sort, would therefore be the correct name of the goddess, because she is wise and touches that which is in motion (epaphe tou pheromenou) and this is the reason why Haides, who is wise, consorts with her, because she is wise-- but people have altered her name, attaching more importance to euphony than to truth, and they call her Pherephatta!-Persephone.”

                                                                   Wif of Bathes Tale...
“In Th' olde days of The King Artour,
Of which That Bretons speken gret honour,
I was this lond fulfild of faerie;
The elf-quene, with joly compaigne,
Danced full ofte in many grene mede.
This was The olde opinion, as I rede;
I speak of many hundred yeres ago.
But now no man se none elves mo,
For now The great charitee and prayers
Of limitours and other holy freres,
That serchen every lond and every streme,
As thikke as motes in the sonnebeme,
Blissing halles, chambres, kitchens, boures,
Citees and burghes, castle highe and toures,
Thropes and bernes, shepenes and dairies,
This maketh that ther ben no faeries.”

Heirachie of Angells...
“In John Milesius any man may reade
Of divels in Sarmatia honored,
Call'd kottri, or kibaldi; such as wee
Pugs and Hob-goblins call their dwellings bee
In corners of old houses least frequented,
or beneath stacks of wood: and these convented,
Make fearfull noise in buttries and in dairies;
Robin Goodfellowes some, some call them fairies.
In solitairie roomes these uprores keepe,
And beat at dores to wake men from their slepe;
Seeming to force locks, be ne'er so strong,
and keeping Christmas gambols all night long.
Pots, glasses, trenchers, dishes, pannes and kettles,
They will make dance about the shelves and settles,
As if about the kitchen tost and cast,
Yet in the morning nothing found misplac't.”

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