Labyrinth Ashen Grove

Labyrinth Ashen Grove

The beginning of the Labyrinth is here within this post. You will never gain access to the labyrinth without the path code words. Start from the labyrinth welcome page and gather the code words as you progress along your path.


mistress & keeper

Enjoy the tranquillity of the Ashen Grove for who knows how long your stay will be here. Porgon selected the video below for you…


mistress & keeper

Oh, Dear looks like Porgon has led you astray but all is not lost. I Mistress of the Labyrinth will give you an escape code word, but hurry as the squealing wretch will drive you crazy if you stay here in the Ashen Grove much longer.

Code word:  MOON


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Blessing For A Lammas Feast

blessing for a lammas feast

Blessing For A Lammas Feast is most beautiful

Not too long ago I attended a blessing for a Lammas feast and it was to say one of the most enjoyable times I have had for a long time.

Now is the Time if the First Harvest, when the bounties of Nature give of themselves so that we may survive O God of the ripening fields.

Blessing For A Lammas Feast

Lord of the Grain, grant me the understanding of sacrifice as you prepare to deliver yourself under the sickle of the Goddess and journey to the lands of eternal summer o Goddess of the Dark Moon.  

Teach me the secrets of rebirth as the Sun loses its strength and the nights grow cold.

(Crumble grains of wheat and let them fall on your altar or table. Take a bite of the ritual fruit and continue).

I partake of the first harvest, mixing its energies with mine that I may continue my quest for the starry wisdom of perfection O Lady of the Moon and Lord of the Sun, before whom the stars halt their courses, I offer my thanks for the continuing fertility of the Earth. May the nodding grain loose its seeds to be buried in the Mother’s breast ensuring rebirth in the warmth of next spring.

(Consume the rest of the ritual fruit)

It is appropriate to plant the seeds from the fruit consumed in ritual. If they sprout and grow the plant with love and as a symbol of your connection with the Goddess and God.

Blessing For A Lammas Feast

              Lammas Poem

The Corn King gives his life for the land;
we toast his sacrifice with Ale in our hand
and eat the bread from the harvest made
As sheaves of corn to the earth are laid.
Transformation surrounds us
the harvest turned to food and drink
now is the time to learn and think
of what we can do to grow even stronger
As the summer recedes and the nights grow longer.
We share our rewards and bless the earth
that brings our fruitful abundance to birth
may our well-earned bounty reward our toil
as we harvest the seed and the grain from the soil.

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The Oak Tree Story

oak tree story

THE OAK TREE Story by author unknown to me

The Oak Tree Story

The hot sun sets the shining moon reappears and still I stand here, silently looking over the horizon, waiting for her return. Finally, when the darkness blankets the wood, she returns and shines brightly over me.Oh mighty Oak, why do you stand there night after night? Are you not lonely?

Lonely? How can I be lonely, in this, my home? Don’t look sad my sweet star for I am not lonely. For above my head are you, my sweet star and the birds that perch on me. To the North are the groves of pine trees. Young and strong I always hear their branches whistle to me in the wind. Then to the East is my oldest friend the Mountain. He sits so rigid but has many stories to tell my grove. To the West is the babbling brook only her song can put me to rest at night. Finally, to the South is where I greet the rising sun each morn. You see my star; I have many friends around me.

Will you protect me tonight, oh Mighty Oak. Protect me from the darkness that I must light?

I would not be an oak if I didn’t my bright light. I used to always say that to my star, but soon afterwards the babbling brook would sing me to sleep. I didn’t mind protecting the grove I lived in but how I wish I could throw my nuts in the air. Every night dreams of passion would fill my mind, dreams of happiness. This night would be the last time I would see her before she rounded the horizon not to return for 5 more moons. Those were always long months, this time the waiting would be filled with agony, grief and mourning.

I am the oak. I protect this, my grove, from all harm. Often the small animals will come and gnaw at my trunk hoping to be protected for the day.

I am the oak. I give life to my grove; my leaves fall to the ground and nourish it while my seeds feed the animals.

I am the oak. I bring fertility to this my grove; passion soars among the animals in my shadows and they raise their young inside.

I am the Oak. I Am the King. I used to think I could protect my grove, I used to….

As always the sun rose from the South and I greeted it by turning my leaves towards the warmth. Most days always followed the same pattern that was until today. A most curious creature came walking from the west. He was too small to be a tree but could move like the animals. Unlike the animals he didn’t walk on four legs of fur, but walked on two naked legs. He didn’t have wings and couldn’t fly so he wasn’t a bird.

Sweet singing brook, what is this creature?

As usual no answer came from the brook. She didn’t talk but if you listened to her ripples you could feel her thoughts. She babbled on with songs of happiness and innocence inviting the creature to come play with her. Like he was told the creature came and sat down and tickled her back with his feet. She laughed and danced until finally he lied down beside her and slept.

Night came and darkness covered my grove once more. The pines still whistled and the brook sang my lullaby. When morning came the creature was gone and a herald came on river. It was a leaf, an oak leaf.

Oak leaf in the water why have you fallen off your branch.

Oak tree, oak tree
Listen to me
I bring a description of men
And warn you of his lion’s den
Yesterday, to north where the trees grow tall
I saw men cut with steel and watch them fall
My message is urgent, many to tell
Remember your brethren and how they fell
Oak leaf, oak leaf
Do not go
I am the king, I am the chief
Men are good I tell you so…

It was no good the oak leaf was gone already. Was he mad to say such things of the creature that played with us? Surely such a small thing could not harm a tree. This is absurd! Noon came and again the child came to play with brook. He would tickle her back and swim against her hair. To think that such a sweet child would harm her. It was ridiculous. Brook did not care of this threat either; she tossed him up into the air and cooled his hot skin. The brook would sing the child laugh. Having had enough fun for a day the boy got up and walked back towards the north.

Without warning the brook stopped singing and screamed in agony! She wasn’t playing any more she was being chased. Chased by blackness and floating scum. She ran faster and faster and tried to escape but the blackness reached out and grabbed the green cloak that covered her bottom. It pulled and pulled and soon the soft green cloak she once lied upon was brown and black like the filth that chased her.

Let her go! Let her go! Can you not hear her crying? Leave her be, I am the Oak; I am the protector of my grove! It didn’t listen to me, but continued to grab her, touch her. She tried to get away and put on her dress of Lilly pads. He did not care he would enjoy ripping the dress from her sweating body. What are you doing? What are you doing? Don’t touch her! I am the oak, I do not bless your fertility, in this my grove!

He touched the round soft rocks that grew from her body, touched them with slime. He fondled her river weed hair until it was no longer beautiful but black. She screamed, tried to fight him, but he was heavier and got underneath her. He held her close as the scum came forth. She twitched, as the scum entered her, then she twitched no longer, it was over. She became limp, didn’t move.

What have you done?! That is the sweet singing brook! Will she sing no more! I am the oak I protect this grove. I am the Oak King, who are you not to follow my fertility rites?

The blackness that came from the north was now all over her limp body and slowly he ate her. What abomination is this? Look what you have done the brook will sing no more, no longer will her soft hair touch the grasses below my feet. He would never leave my grove, and as the sun rose each morn I would be greeted by his stench. Every day I would look at the brook and see her last screaming face transfixed forever on her deadened body. What use is an Oak? Did I protect my grove?

Like some ghastly night horror my friends were ripped away from me. My old friend the mountain was shot, not once but once each day. Each morning I would awake to his screams of torturous pain. I used to say he had a heart of gold but his heart ran red. The men would collect is hard red blood and cart it away with war machines of steel. After the last red drop of blood was collected from his body they left. His wounds were left to bask in the hot sun, now open chasms of death.

My young companions to north were attacked as well. No longer did I hear their whistles in the wind. Instead I heard the roar of 3-foot cutting machines that sent their sap flying. Once standing majestically in the woods they now lied down faces in the dirt. What insidious battle was this? Where would the squirrels rest? Where would the birds perch? Are they so arrogant they do not care about my grove? The animals hearing my wails left with haste, never to return.

I am the Oak. I protect my grove. I am the Oak. I am lonely now. Every day passed with cries of pain until the last pine was felled. Now to the north is barren land, to the east there is a dead mountain, West is filth only in the South can I warm my leaves in the sun. Then to my surprise came the once young boy to the brook. He was no longer a boy he was a man. Should I stand here and greet him or thrash with my branches and kill him on the spot. He walked over to the river, perhaps to put his feet in, but then he too saw the filth. He was disgusted, just like I. He took a step back and gasped. Only now did he notice the barren land he now stood in. No more playground he once frolicked in. Now I wasn’t the only one feeling sad, alone. He came up to me and patted my trunk. Wiping away his tears he seemed to realize the pain I held inside. As he asked me for a gift he pulled a red ribbon from his pocket and started to tie it firmly on one of my branches. Once, twice, thrice he tied the silk ribbon each time praising my valiant effort…

Oh mighty oak, protector of the groves, show me your way.
Oh mighty oak, lover of the forest, teach me unconditional love
Oh mighty oak, you are indeed the king of this grove.

Then he withdrew a shiny metal blade from his lose fitting clothes and started to cut off the branch. The blade although sharp did not hurt me. The ribbon held tight and soon the branch was gone. He laboured the rest of the day shaving and cleaning that branch. He showered it with kisses of love. Before he left he turned to me with a smile, a gentle touch and said…

You are the oak, protector of the grove
You are the oak, from which fertility arises.
In you my friend lies the most precious gift of all
and within my hands lays the gift of hope.

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Song of the Goddess

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 Song of the Goddess to be hold

Song of the Goddess

I am the Great Mother, worshiped by all creation and existent prior to their consciousness.

I am the primal female force, boundless and eternal.

I am the chaste Goddess of the Moon, the Lady of all magic.
The winds and moving leaves sing my name.
I wear the crescent Moon upon my brow and my feet rest among the starry heavens.
I am mysteries yet unsolved, a path newly set upon.
I am a field untouched by the plough.
Rejoice in me and know the fullness of youth.

I am the blessed Mother, the gracious Lady of the harvest.
I am clothed in the deep, cool wonder of the Earth and the gold of the field’s heavy with grain.
By me the tides of the Earth are ruled; all things come to fruition according to my season.
I am refuge and healing.
I am the life giving Mother, wondrously fertile.

I am the Crone, tender of the unbroken cycle of death and rebirth.
I am the wheel, the shadow of the Moon.
I rule the tides of the oceans and of women and men.
I give release and renewal to weary souls.

I am the Goddess of the Moon, the Earth and the Seas.
My names are many, yet know that by all names I am the same.
I pour forth insight, peace, wisdom and understanding.
I am the eternal Maiden, Mother of all, and Crone of reckoning,
and I send you blessings of limitless love.

Song of the Goddess

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Sunrise Meditation

Sunrise Meditation

This is a simple sunrise meditation, designed to give you a feeling of stability for the start of the day.

Move into an open spot where you can face the east, from your balcony, in a meadow or park or field or by the water.

Bring your attention to the earth beneath your feet and get a sense in whatever way you can, of the sounds of the earth. Even if you are ten floors up, you can still do this. Do not try to actually hear the earth. Instead get a sense of its sound – perhaps imagining or
feeling a deep hum or thrum or vibration.

Then, bring your attention to the sky and get a sense, in whatever way you can, of the sounds of the stars, the moon and the space.

Then get a sense of your own energy and know that you are the place where the earth meets the sky.

Now pay attention to the way the sky in the east lightens as the night transforms itself into the day. Feel the energies of the earth and the sky mixing and meeting and flowing through you – constantly flowing and moving and changing. Feel your own self as the sound of the universe, and watch the sky.

Greet the morning with tenderness, knowing that this is the loss of what has been and the beginning of what is to come. This moment. Right now. Feel your appreciation for the new day. As the sky lightens and the sun comes up, know that you are the place where the earth meets the sky.

Take this with you as you go through your day.

A beautiful sun rise meditation below for you.

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