Witch Gothandra – On Witchcraft page 3

Witch Gothandra – On Witchcraft page 3

Witch Gothandra – On Witchcraft page 3

When witches were brought to trial, one of the first measures was to search for special marks which were believed to betray their true character.

Witch Gothandra – On Witchcraft page 3

These were especially the so-called witches‘ moles, spots of the size of a pea, on which for some reason or other the nerves had lost their sensibility, and where, in consequence, no pain was felt.

These were supposed to have been formed by being punctured, the Evil One performing the operation with a pin of false gold, with his claws or his horns.

Other evidences were found in the peculiar colouring of the eyes, which was said to represent the feet of toads; in the absence of tears when the little gland had been injured, and, above all, in the specific lightness of the body. In order to ascertain the latter, the accused were bound hand and foot crosswise, tied loosely to a rope, and then, three times, dropped into the water. If they remained floating their guilt was established; for either they had been endowed by their Master with safety from drowning, or the water refused to receive them because they had abjured their baptism! It need not be added that the executioners soon found out ways to let their prisoners float or sink as they chose–for a consideration.

Witches’ trials began in the earliest days of Christianity, for the Emperor Valens ordered, as we learn from Ammianus Marcellinus, all the wizards and enchanters to be held to account who had endeavoured by magic art to ascertain his successor.

Several thousands were accused of witchcraft, but the charge was then, as in almost every later age, in most cases nothing more than a pretext for proceedings against obnoxious persons. The next monster process, as it began to be called already in those early days, was the persecution of witches in France under the Merovingians. The child of Chilperic’s wife had died suddenly and under suspicious circumstances, which led to the imprisonment of a prefect, Mummolus, whom the queen had long pursued with her hatred. He was accused of having caused her son’s death by his charms, and was subjected to fearful tortures in company with a number of old women.
Still, he confessed nothing but that the latter had furnished him with certain drugs and ointments which were to secure to him the favour of the king and the queen.

A later trial of this kind, in which for a time calm reason made a firm stand against superstition, but finally succumbed ingloriously, is known as the _Vaudoisie_, and took place in Arras in 1459. It was begun by a Count d’Estampes, but was mainly conducted by a bishop and some eminent divines of his acquaintance, whose inordinate zeal and merciless cruelty have secured to the proceedings a peculiarly painful memory in the annals of the church.

A large number of perfectly innocent men and women were tortured and disgracefully executed, but fortunately the death of the main persecutor, DuBlois, made a sudden end to the existence of witchcraft in that province. One of the most remarkable trials of this kind was caused by a number of little children, and led to most bloody proceedings. It seems that in the year 1669 several boys and girls in the parish of Mora, one of the most beautiful parts of the Swedish province of Dalarne, and famous through the memory of Gustavus Vasa and Gustavus III., were affected by a nervous fever which left them, after their partial recovery, in a state of extreme irritability and sensitiveness. They fell into fainting fits and had convulsions–symptoms which the simple but superstitious mountaineers gradually began to think inexplicable, and hence to ascribe to magic influences. The report spread that the poor children were bewitched, and soon all the usual details of satanic possession were current.

The mountain called Blakulla, in bad repute from of old, was pointed out as the meeting-place of the witches, where the annual sabbath was celebrated, and these children were devoted to Satan.

Church and State combined to bring their great power to bear upon the poor little ones, an enormous number of women, mostly the mothers of the young people, were involved in the charges, and finally fifty-two of the latter with fifteen children were publicly executed as witches, while fifty of the younger were condemned to severe punishment! More than three hundred unfortunate children under fourteen had made detailed confessions of the witches’ sabbath and the ceremonies attending their initiation into its mysteries.

A similar fearful delusion took hold of German children in Würtemberg, when towards the end of the seventeenth century a large number of little boys and girls, none of whom were older than ten years, began to state that they were every night fetched away and carried to the witches’ sabbath. Many were all the time fast asleep and could easily be roused, but a few among them fell regularly into a trance, during which their little bodies became cold and rigid. A commission of great judges and experienced divines was sent to the village to investigate the matter, and found at last that there was no imposture attempted, but that the poor children firmly believed what they stated. It became, however, evident that a few among them had listened to old women’s tales about witches, with eager ears, and, with inflamed imaginations, retailed the account to others, till a deep and painful nervous excitement took hold of their minds and rapidly spread through the community. Many of the children were, as was natural at their age, led by vanity to say that they also had been at the sabbath, while others were afraid to deny what was so positively stated by their companions. Fortunately, the commission consisted, for once, of sensible men who took the right view of the matter, ordered a good whipping here and there, and thus saved the land from the crime of another witches’trial.

Our own experiences in New England, at the time when Sir William Phipps was governor of the colonies, have been forcibly reported by the great Cotton Mather.

Nearly every community had its young men and women who were addicted to the practices of magic; they loved to perform enchantments, to consult sieves and turning keys, and thus were gradually led to attempt more serious and more dangerous practices. In Salem, men and women of high standing and unimpeached integrity, even pious members of the church, were suddenly plagued and tortured by unknown agencies, and at last a little black and yellow demon appeared to them, accompanied by a number of companions with human faces. These apparitions presented to them a book which they were summoned to sign or at least to touch, and if they refused they were fearfully twisted and turned about, pricked with pins, burnt as if with hot irons, bound hand and foot with invisible fetters, and carried away to great distances. Some were left unable to touch food or drink for many days; others, attempting to defend themselves against the demons, snatched a distaff or tore a piece of cloth from them, and immediately these proofs of the real existence of the evil spirits became visible to the eyes of the bystanders.

The magic phenomena attending the disease were of the most extraordinary character. Several men stated that they had received poison because they declined to worship Satan, and immediately all the usual sequences of such treatment appeared, from simple vomiting to most fearful suffering, till counteracting remedies were employed and began to take effect. In other cases, the sufferers complained of burning rags being stuffed into their mouths, and although nothing was seen, burnt places and blisters appeared, and the odour and smoke of smouldering rags began to fill the room. When they reported that they were branded with hot irons, the marks showed themselves, suppuration took place, and scars were formed which never again disappeared during life–and all these phenomena were watched by the eager eyes of hundreds. The authorities, of course, took hold of the matter, and many persons of both sexes and all ages were brought to trial. While they were tortured they continued to have visions of demoniac beings and possessed men and women; when they were standing, blindfolded, in court, felt the approach of those by whom they pretended to be bewitched and plagued, and urgently prayed to be delivered of their presence.

Finally, many were executed, not a few undoubtedly against all justice, but the better sense of the authorities soon saw the futility, if not the wickedness of such proceedings, and an end was made promptly, witchcraft disappearing as soon as persecution relaxed and the sensation subsided.


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Spiritual Poetry Page 4

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Poems to calm and heal

Your Corner

We cannot all be famous
or be listed in “Who’s Who”,
But every person, great or small,
has important work to do.
For seldom do we realize
the importance of small deeds,
Or to what degree of greatness
unnoticed kindness leads.
For it’s not the big celebrity
in a world of fame and praise,
But it’s doing unpretentiously
in an undistinguished way.
The work that God assigned to us,
unimportant as it seems,
That makes our task outstanding,
and brings reality to dreams.
So do not sit and idly wish
for wider, new dimensions
where you can put into practice,
your many good intentions.
But at the spot God placed you
begin at once to do,
Little things to brighten up
the lives surrounding you.
If everybody brightened up
the spot where their standing,
By being more considerate,
and a little less demanding.
This dark old world would very soon
eclipse the evening star,
If everybody brightened up
the corner where they are!


Stand Up

Standing for what you believe in,
Regardless of the odds against you,
and the pressure that tears at your resistance,
…means courage
Keeping a smile on your face,
When inside you feel like dying,
For the sake of supporting others,
…means strength
Stopping at nothing,
And doing what’s in your heart,
You know is right,
…means determination
Doing more than is expected,
To make another’s life a little more bearable,
Without uttering a single complaint,
…means compassion
Helping a friend in need,
No matter the time or effort,
To the best of your ability,
…means loyalty
Giving more than you have,
And expecting nothing
But nothing in return,
…means selflessness
Holding your head high,
And being the best you know you can be
When life seems to fall apart at your feet,
Facing each difficulty with the confidence
That time will bring you better tomorrow’s,
And never giving up,
…means confidence.


A Blue Sky

I woke up this morning,
And stretched my hands over my head;
I asked the Lord to bless us all,
As I jumped out of the bed.
I ran to put the coffee on,
And turned up the local news;
Opened up the door,
And laced up my walking shoes.
As I walked around the garden,
And looked down upon the ground;
I saw upon a dewy flower,
A butterfly safe and sound.
From flower to flower it tasted,
And flapped its little wings;
Then I looked up in the trees,
And the birds began to sing.
I looked up in the sky,
On this the first day of May;
I knew right from the start,
It was going to be a “blue sky day.”
I walked among the flowers,
And picked a few here and there;
I smelled the sweet fragrances around me,
And felt the warm sunshine in my hair.
I knew that God was watching,
I could almost hear Him say;
I’m giving you my blessings,
With a “God-filled” blue sky.


Beauty of the Morning

In the beauty of the morning
When the sun awakes the world
When the birds begin their singing
And the clouds are all unfurled.
Have you ever stopped to listen
As the darkness fades away
When the golden dawn is breaking
and heralds in the day?
If you’ve never seen the glory
of the rising of the sun
Now’s the time to do this
For at least, just even one.
Your heart will swell with praises
As you see the beauty there
You will find your spirit soaring
And your heart bowed down in prayer.


A POSITIVE LIFE

Living on Earth is expensive,
but it does include a free trip
around the sun every year.
How long a minute is
depends on what side of the
bathroom door you’re on.
Birthdays are good for you;
the more you have,
the longer you live.
Happiness comes through doors you
didn’t even know you left open.
Ever notice that the people who are late
are often much jollier
than the people who have to wait for them?
Most of us go to our grave
with our music still inside of us.
If Wal-Mart is lowering prices every day,
how come nothing is free yet?
You may be only one person in the world,
but you may also be the world to one person.
Some mistakes are too much fun
to only make once.
Don’t cry because it’s over;
smile because it happened.
A truly happy person is one who
can enjoy the scenery on a detour.
Have an awesome day, and
know that someone
who thinks you’re great
has thought about you today!
Working for God on earth does not pay much, but His Retirement plan is out of this world.


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Witch Gothandra – On Witchcraft page 1

Witch Gothandra – On Witchcraft page 1

Witch Gothandra – On Witchcraft page 1

Perhaps in no direction has the human mind ever shown greater weakness than in the opinions entertained of witchcraft.

Witch Gothandra – On Witchcraft page 1

If Hecate, the oldest patroness of witches, wandered about at night with a gruesome following, and frightened lovers at their stealthy meeting, or lonely wanderers on open heaths and in dark forests, her appearance was at least in keeping with the whole system of Greek mythology.

Tacitus does not frighten us by telling us that witches used to meet at salt springs, nor the Edda when speaking of the “bearers of witches’ kettles,” against whom even the Salic Law warns all good Christians.

But when the Council of Ancyra, in the fifth century, fulminates its edicts against women riding at night upon weird animals in company with Diana and Herodias, the strange combination of names and the dread penalties threatened, make us almost think of witches as of real and most marvellous beings. When wise councillors of French Parliaments and grey dignitaries of the Holy German Empire sit in judgment over a handful of poor old women, when great English bishops and zealous New England divines condemn little children to death, because they have made pacts with the Devil, attended his sabbaths, and bewitched their peaceful neighbours–then we stand amazed at the delusions, to which the wisest and best among us are liable.

Christianity, it is true, shed for a time such a bright light over the earth, that the works of darkness were abhorred and the power of the Evil One seemed to be broken.

According to the sacred promises that the seed of woman should bruise the serpent’s head. Thus Charlemagne, in his fierce edict issued after the defeat of the Saxons, ordered that death should be inflicted on all who after pagan manner gave way to devilish delusions, and believed that men or women could be witches, persecuted and killed them; or, even went so far as to consume their flesh and give it to others for like purposes! But almost at the same time the belief in the Devil, distinctly maintained in Holy Writ, spread far and wide, and as early as the fourth century diseases were ascribed not to organic causes, but to demoniac influences, and the Devil was once more seen bodily walking to and fro on the earth, accompanied by a host of smaller demons.

It was but rarely that a truly enlightened man dared to combat the universal superstition.

Agobard, archbishop of Lyons, shines like a bright star on the dark sky of the ninth century by his open denunciation of all belief in possession, in the control of the weather or the decision of difficulties by ordeal. For like reasons, we ought to revere the memory of John of Salisbury, who in the twelfth century declared the stories of nightly assemblies of witches, with all their attending circumstances, to be mere delusions of poor women and simple men, who fancied they saw bodily what existed only in their imagination.

The Church hesitated, now requiring her children to believe in a Devil and demons, and now denouncing all faith in supernatural beings. The thirteenth century, by Leibnitz called the darkest of all, developed the worship of the Evil One to its fullest perfection; the writings of St. Augustine were quoted as confirming the fact that demons and men could and did intermarry, and the Djinns of the East were mentioned as spirits who “sought the daughters of men for wives.” The witches’ dance is found in the records of a fearful Auto-da-fè held in Toulouse in the year 1353, and about a century later the Dominican monk, Jaquier, published the first complete work on witches and witchcraft. He represented them as organised–after the prevailing fashion of the day–in a regular guild, with apprentices, companions, and masters, who practised a special art for a definite purpose. It is certainly most remarkable that the same opinion, in all its details, has been entertained in this century even, and by one of the most famous German philosophers, Eschenmayer.

While the zeal and madness of devil-worshippers were growing on one side, persecution became more violent and cruel on the other side, till the trials of witches assumed gigantic proportions and the proceedings were carried on according to a regular method. These trials originated, invariably, with theologians, and although the system was not begun by the Papal government it obtained soon the Pope’s legal sanction by the famous bull of Innocent VIII., _Summis desiderantes_, dated December 4, 1484, and decreeing the relentless persecution of all heretical witches. The far-famed _Malleus maleficatum_ (Cologne, 1489), written by the two celebrated judges of witches, Sprenger and Gremper, and full of the most extraordinary views and statements, reduced the whole to a regular method, and obtained a vast influence over the minds of that age. The rules and forms it prescribed were not only observed in almost all parts of Christendom, but actually retained their force and legality till the end of the seventeenth century.

These views and practices confined to Catholic countries; a hundred and fifty years after the Reformation, a great German jurist and a Protestant, Carpzon, published his _Praxis Criminalis_, in which precisely the same opinions were taught and the same measures were prescribed. The Puritans, it is well-known, pursued a similar plan, and the New World has not been more fortunate in avoiding these errors than the Old World. A curious feature in the above-mentioned works is the fact that both abound in expressions of hatred against the female sex, and still more curious, though disgraceful in the extreme, that the special animosity shown by judges of witchcraft against women is solely based upon the weight which they attached to the purport of the Mosaic inhibition: “Thou shalt not suffer a _witch_ to live” (Exodus xii. 18).

These are dark pages in the history of Christendom, blackened by the smoke of funeral piles and stained with the blood of countless victims of cruel superstition.

For here the peculiarity was that in the majority of cases not the humble sufferers whose lives were sacrificed, but the haughty judges were the true criminals. The madness seems to have been contagious, for Protestant authorities were as bloodthirsty as Catholics; the Inquisition waged for generations unceasing war against this new class of heretics among the nations of the Romanic race.

Germany saw great numbers sacrificed in a short space of time, and in sober England, even, three thousand lost their lives during the Long Parliament alone, while, according to Barrington, the whole number who perished amounted to not less than thirty thousand! If only few were sacrificed in New England, the exception was due more to the sparse population than to moderation; in South America, on the contrary, the persecution was carried on with relentless cruelty. And all this happened while fierce war was raging almost everywhere, so that, while the sword destroyed the men, the fire consumed the women!

Occasionally most startling contrasts would be exhibited by different governments. In the North, James I., claiming to be as wise as Solomon, and more learned than any man in Christendom, imagined that he was persecuted by the Evil One on account of his great religious zeal, and saw in every Catholic an instrument of his adversary. His wild fancy was cunningly encouraged by those who profited by his tyranny, and Catholics were represented as being, one and all, given up to the Devil, the mass and witchcraft, the three unholy allies opposed to the Trinity! In the South, the Republic of Venice, with all its petty tyranny and proverbial political cruelty, stood almost alone in all Christendom as opposed to persecutions of wizards and witches, and fought the battle manfully on the side of enlightenment and Christian charity. The horrors of witch-trials soon reached a height which makes us blush for humanity.


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Spiritual Poetry Page 2

Spiritual poems page 2
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Spiritual Poems to heal and calm

Dear God

Dear God, are You still awake?
Have You got a minute or two?
You’re pretty good at understanding,
And I really need to talk to You.
You see, Mommy came to tuck me in,
Like she does every night.
I was trying to play a trick on her,
Since she can’t see without the light.
I was going to close my eyes
And pretend to be asleep.
But when I heard her crying,
I didn’t dare let out a peep.
She started talking to you, God.
Did You hear the things she said?
Could You hear what she was saying
As she stood beside my bed?
Why would Mommy be so sad?
I wondered just what I had done,
And then I began to remember it all
As she named them one by one …
This morning we worked in the garden,
But, honest, I really didn’t know
That if I picked all those little yellow blooms
The tomatoes wouldn’t grow!
Charlie and I were trying to be helpers,
‘Cause I know that’s what Mommy needs,
But I don’t think she was very happy with us
When we pulled up carrots instead of weeds.
Mommy said we should stop for the day,
She decided we had helped quite enough.
I sure had worked up an appetite …
I didn’t know gardening was so tough!
We had peanut-butter and jelly for lunch,
And I shared too much, I guess …
But I didn’t realize until I was done
That Charlie had made such a mess.
Mommy said she needed a nap,
She had one of her headaches today.
She told me to keep an eye on my sister
And find something quiet to play.
Well, God, do You remember all those curls
You gave my little sister Jenny?
We played barber shop … very quietly …
And now, well, she doesn’t have any.
Boy, was Mommy mad at me …
I had to go sit on my bed.
She said never to cut “people hair” again.
I guess I’ll practice on Charlie instead.
We sat and watched poor old Albert,
I just knew he must be so bored
Going around and round in the same place all day,
Wouldn’t You think so, Lord?
I didn’t think it would hurt to let him out for a while.
I mean, mice need exercise, too.
By the way, have You seen Albert lately?
He’s been sort of missing since two.
Mommy sent us outside for the rest of the day.
She said we needed fresh air.
But when Daddy came home she told him
She was trying to get something out of her hair.
We thought Mommy needed cheering up,
So we decided to brighten her day.
But, God, did You see the look on her face
When we gave her that pretty bouquet?
We had gotten a little bit dirty,
So Mommy said to get in the tub.
“Use soap this time,” she reminded,
“and please don’t forget to scrub.”
Charlie didn’t like the water too much,
But I lathered up really good.
I knew Mommy would be so proud of me
For cleaning up like I should.
I went downstairs to the table,
But during dinner it started to rain …
I’d forgotten to turn off the water, it seems,
And I hadn’t unplugged the drain!
I decided right then it was just about time
To start getting ready for bed,
When Mommy said, “It’s sure been a long day,”
And her face began turning all red.
I lay there listening to Mommy
As she told You about our day.
I thought about all of the things I had done
And I wondered what I should say.
I was just about to tell her
That I’d been awake all along,
And ask her to please forgive me
For all of those things I’d done wrong.
When suddenly, I heard her whisper,
“God, forgive me for today …
For not being more understanding
When those problems came my way …
For not handling situations
In the way You wanted me to …
For getting angry and losing my temper,
Things I know You don’t want me to do.
And, God, please give me more patience,
Help me make it through another day,
I’ll do better tomorrow, I promise …
In Jesus’ name I pray.”
Wiping her eyes, she kissed me
And knelt here beside my bed.
She stroked my hair for a little while …
“I love you, precious,” Mommy said.
She left the room without ever knowing
That I’d been awake all the time.
And God, could we make it our little secret?
You know, just Yours and mine?
I’m sorry I was so much trouble today,
I really didn’t mean to be …
Daddy says it’s tough being a kid sometimes,
But I think it’s harder on Mommy than me.
Well, goodnight, God. Thanks for listening.
It’s sure nice to know You’re there.
I feel so much better when I talk to You
‘Cause You always hear my prayer.
And I’ll do better tomorrow, I promise …
Just you wait and see!
I’ll try not to be so much trouble again,
But, God, please give more patience to Mommy just in case, for me?!


God and the Night

But He could not have known about those of us
who waited for the dark
To feel the first moments of privacy we had known all day,
Or to use that black secrecy to mutter curses at the day’s faults.
He Also Fashioned The Sun
And choreographed the ballet called sunset;
But He didn’t anticipate the agony that spectacle would create
Among those of us who counted the day past a loss
For it brought them not one step nearer the goals sought.
When He Breathed Out The Worlds Music
He planned joy,
But again we fail Him when we wince,
And fight tears, and denounce the beauty of it
Only because there is no beauty in the music of our souls.
God Planted Love Here
And it grows
Where hate had flourished
Or where it is scarcely recognized.
He planned on using it like a band-aid on the hurts of the heart.
But it won’t stick on some of us,
Or it washes with salt tears,
Or we claim not to need its protection.
Isn’t it a marvel He doesn’t despair of us?


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Witch Dreamfire – Green Man also Blessings

Witch Dreamfire - Green Man also Blessings

Witch Dreamfire - Green Man also Blessings

The Green Man.

Who is the Green Man? Where does the Green Man come from?

Witch Dreamfire - Green Man also Blessings

The Green Man can be traced back many years where we find him lurking in Medieval churches across the length and breadth of Europe.

In the British Isles and Europe, The Green Man a pagan deity of the woodlands usually represented as a horned man peering out from a mask of foliage, usually the sacred oak.

Today these foliate faces, the personification of nature, the Wild Man of the Woods, have returned to become a neo-pagan symbol and a reminder to us all to respect the world in which we live.

The Green Man, also called ‘Green Jack’ ‘Jack-in-the-Green’ and ‘Green George’, represents the spirits of the trees, plants and foliage.

The Green Man is attributed with the powers of making rain and fostering the live-stock with lush meadows.

The Green Man appears often in medieval art, including carved decorations in churches and cathedrals, is such an overtly pagan one that nobody really knows why the Green Man is so prominent in Christian art.

In a fertility ritual, performed on May Day or Beltane, Jack in the Green, or Green George, as The Green Man dressed in a frame of greenery, was led in procession around the village, ending with the symbolic death of the Jack.

The Green Man is mentioned in the ancient Morris dance song, ‘Jack on the green’, a contortion of Jack in the Green.

In spring Pagan rites, The Green Man is represented by a young man clad from head to foot in greenery, who leads the festival procession.

In some festivals, The Green Man, or an effigy of him, is dunked into a river or pond in order to ensure enough rain to make the fields and meadows green.

As the woodlands deity, the Green Man shares an association with the forest-dwelling Fairies (green is the fairy colour).

In some locations in the British Isles, the fairies are called ‘Greenies’ and ‘Greencoaties’.

‘The Green Children’ is a myth of two fairy children, a brother and a sister, whose skin is green, and who claim to be of a race with green.


Here are a few Goddess Prayers you may like to write in your book of shadows.

Witch Dreamfire - Green Man also Blessings

Goddess Bless you.

Today there be peace within you.
I trust in the Goddess that you are exactly where you are meant to be.
I will never forget the infinite possibilities
That are born of faith.
I will use those gifts that you have received,
I will pass on the love that has been given to you;
I will be content knowing that you are
A child of the Great Mother.
Let her presence settle into your bones,
And allow your soul the freedom to
Sing, dance, and bask in the sun.
She is here for each and every one of you.
So mote it be!


The Goddess’s Prayer

Gracious Goddess Who art Maiden, Mother and Crone, celebrated is your name.
Help me to live in peace Upon your earth, And grant me safety in your arms.
Guide me along my chosen path and show me your great and eternal love, As I strive to be kind to those Who do not understand your ways.
Lead me safely to your cauldron of rebirth for it is your spirit that lives Within me, and protects me Forever.
So mote it be!


Witch Dreamfire - Green Man also Blessings

Goddesses of Fire, Water & Earth Invocation Strength, Healing and Love

Great Mothers of Fire, Water and Earth, I summon you! Grant me protection; Your fiery arrow, watery abyss, and dark caverns to guard me. Let me learn, and find the wisdom in your quiet whisperings.

Great Mothers Brighid, Domnu and Danu, I summon you! Guide me by the light of your fires, the flow of your rivers, And the birth of your silence; As I search for strength, courage and love within myself.

Great Mothers of Fire, Water and Earth, I welcome you!


New Moon Chant to Our Goddess

“Waxing, waxing, growing, growing-
Diana’s power is flowing, flowing.”
(Repeat three times)


Invocation to the goddess

“Gracious Goddess,
You who are the Queen of the Gods,
the lamp of night,
our life, our soul, our heart,
Mother of women and man,
at one with the Horned God and protectress of our craft
Descend, I pray,
With your lunar ray of power
upon my circle here!”


Goddess Chant Diana

“Luna, Luna, Luna, Diana,
Luna, Luna, Luna, Diana,
Bless me, bless me, bless me, Diana,
Luna, Luna, Luna, Diana.”
(Say whole chant 3 times).


Evening Chant to Our Goddess

Witch Dreamfire - Green Man also Blessings

(say while moon gazing)
“Hail fair moon,
Ruler of night,
Guard me and mine
Until the light!”


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