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Pow-wow [28 May 2003|09:39am]

Written and compiled by George Knowles
During the 17th and 18th centuries there was much migration from continental Europe, whole families seeking to flee the hardships, famine and poverty of their own lands, set their sights on the adventure and prosperity offered in the new lands of hope and glory America. Many of the German settlers who colonized the interior of Pennsylvania also brought with them their Old World beliefs in Witchcraft and Magick. Due to the lands resemblances to their former lands in Europe, many of them settled in the rich rural areas of York, Dauphin, Lancaster, Schuylkill, Carbon and other surrounding counties, which over time became commonly known as the counties of the Pennsylvania Dutch (Dutch, a corruption of “Deutsch” meaning German).

The Pennsylvania Dutch were proud family orientated people, deeply religious, and who fiercely defended their own identities and traditional ways of life. They kept to themselves and were suspicious of outsiders, and even retained their German language. This however overtime and through necessity became mixed with English to form their particular Pennsylvania Dutch dialect. They also continued to practice their own form of traditional Witchcraft and magick. As much of their witchcraft and magick was centered on herbs and healing, they enlisted the aid of local Indians to learn about and find native roots and herbs for use in medicinal recipes.

Observing the Indians powwows, their meetings for ceremonial dance and conference purposes often followed by celebration, they also discovered that like themselves, the Indians used charms and incantations for healing. Impressed with their methods of driving out evil spirits, they adopted the term “powwowing” to refer to their own magickal healings. Powwowing has survived through the advance of time and is still practiced today, and while some of the charms and incantations used, still date back to ancient times, many contain Biblical and Kabalistic elements.

Of the old pioneers to emigrate from Germany and settled in Pennsylvania, John George Hohman is of particular interest concerning powwowing. Hohman and his wife Catherine immigrated to Pennsylvania in 1802 and settled near Reading. He was a devout Roman Catholic and a great believer in faith healing, however he proved to be a mediocre practitioner and also failed at farming. Facing financial ruin he began to collect various charms and herbal remedies, as well as collating those passed down through the centuries in oral tradition, and published them in a handbook called “The Long Lost Friend”. From it Hohman achieved some modest financial success, for it quickly became one of the two “Bibles” of powwowing (the other being an anonymous book called the “Seventh Book of Moses”). Both could be found in virtually every Pennsylvania Dutch household.

In “The Long Lost Friend”, Hohman mixes magick and healing formulas gleaned from a variety of sources, including Germany, England and Egypt, some dating back to antiquity. It was not a book of “hexes” Hohman emphasizes, (a “hex” being a spell, curse or bewitchment cast by a Witch, commonly with evil intent, though it can be use for either good or bad purposes) and should be used for healing not for destroying. In it he also includes the wisdom of the Gypsies and the Kabbalah, as well as testimonials of his own successes. In his introduction he states:

“There are many in America who believe in neither hell nor heaven, but in Germany there are not so many of these persons found. I, Hohman, ask: Who can immediately banish the wheal, or mortification? I reply, and I, Hohman, say: All this is done by the Lord. Therefore, a hell and a heaven must exist, and I think very little of any who dares deny it”.

Hohman also promises his readers that:

“Whoever carries this book with him, is safe from all his enemies, visible or invisible, and whoever has this book cannot die without the holy corpse of Jesus Christ, nor drowned (sic) in any water, nor burn up in any fire, nor can any unjust sentence be passed upon him. So help me”.

In the book he offers the following charm to prevent witches from bewitching cattle, or used to stop evil spirits from tormenting people in their sleep at night. It should be written down and placed either in the stable or on the bedstead

“Trotter Head, I forbid thee my house and premises, I forbid thee my horse and cow-stable, I forbid thee my bedstead, that thou mayest not breathe upon me, breathe into some other house, until thou hast ascended every hill, until thou hast counted every fence post, and until thou hast crossed every water. And thus dear day may come again into my house, in the name of God the Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost. Amen”.

The second so-called “bible” of powwowing, is the “Seventh Book of Moses”. This is a mixture of material take from the Talmud, Kabbalah and the Old Testament. It explains how to break a hex by wearing an amulet containing specially selected herbs wrapped in parchment paper inscribed with biblical verses or charms. In another method it tells how the hexed person should avoid direct sunlight, to stay in-doors when the moon is full, to cover the ears at the sound of a bell, and to never listen to the crowing of a cock. Most family households in Pennsylvania’s Dutch “hex belt” (as these areas became known) had copies of the two powwowing “bibles”, and anyone could use them. However the charms were believed more effective when prescribed or recited by a bona fide practitioner.

The most skilled of powwowing practitioners are born into it, inheriting such occult abilities as healing, clairvoyancy and precognition. According to tradition, the “seventh son of a seventh son” inherits special powers, and is thought to be the most powerful, but both men and women can be practitioners. Powwowers start there training at an early age, and are taught only by family members of the opposite sex. They use a variety of techniques to help their clients, such as the laying on of hands, incantations and signs (such as the sign of the cross). Others specialize in charms and amulets, while others may use special herbs, potions and powders. One well-reputed powwower from the turn of the century was called Charles W. Rice. He lived in York, where he specialized in curing blindness with a potion he called “sea monster tears”. This he dispensed at $2.50 a drop.

Most common of the powwower’s charms are the “Himmels-briefs” (heavens letters). These are basically a guarantee of protection written by the powwower on a piece of parchment paper in biblical verse. It is then hung up in the home or barn, or carried on the person it was written for. They can be written to protect the home, animals and people from all sorts of harm and disaster, be they natural or un-natural. Disbelievers were told, “Whosoever doubts the truth of a Himmels-briefs, may attach a copy of the brief to the neck of a dog and fire upon it, he will then be convinced of its truthfulness”. Himmels-briefs typically cost from $25.00 to hundreds of dollars depending on the power and reputation of the powwower, and the specifics of the charm. They were particularly popular with the soldiers of World War I, who carried them into battle for protection against injury and death.

Most powwowers work quietly and attract their clients by word of mouth and reputation. Some work at it as a sideline to their main business, seeing clients only in the evenings or at weekends, others work at it full-time. To many it is considered unethical to charge fees for their services, and instead accept “voluntary contributions” though they may suggest appropriate amounts for specific services. Most will also help those clients who cannot pay, trusting that grateful clients will return when funds are available.

The Encyclopedia of Witches & Witchcraft - By Rosemary Ellen Guiley

An ABC of Witchcraft Past and Present - By Doreen Valiente


please use this page in it's entirety

Pagan Daily News

Wisdom of Tecumseh [28 May 2003|06:40am]
Live your life so the fear of death can never enter your heart.

Trouble no one about their religion; respect others in their views, and demand that they respect yours.

Love your life, perfect your life, beautify all things in your life. Seek to make your life long and of service to your people.

Prepare a noble death song for the day when you go over the great divide.

Always give a word or sign of salute when meeting or passing a stranger if in a lonely place. Show respect to all people, but grovel to none.

When you arise in the morning, give thanks for the light, for your life and strength. Give thanks for your food and for the joy of living. If you see no reason for giving thanks, the fault lies in yourself.

Touch not the poisonous firewater that makes wise ones turn to fools and robs them of their visions.

When your time comes to die, be not like those whose hearts are filled with fear of death, so that when their time comes they weep and pray for a little more time to live their lives over again in a different way.

Sing your death song, and die like a hero going home.


How the Hopi Indians Reached Their World [28 May 2003|05:41am]
How the Hopi Indians Reached Their World


Native American Lore

When the world was new, the ancient people and the ancient creatures did not live on the top of the earth. They lived under it. All was darkness, all was blackness, above the earth as well as below it.
There were four worlds: this one on top of the earth, and below it three cave worlds, one below the other. None of the cave worlds was large enough for all the people and the creatures.

They increased so fast in the lowest cave world that they crowded it. They were poor and did not know where to turn in the blackness. When they moved, they jostled one another. The cave was filled with the filth of the people who lived in it. No one could turn to spit without spitting on another. No one could cast slime from his nose without its falling on someone else. The people filled the place with their complaints and with their expressions of disgust.

Some people said, "It is not good for us to live in this way."

"How can it be made better?" one man asked.

"Let it be tried and seen!" answered another.

Two Brothers, one older and one younger, spoke to the priest- chiefs of the people in the cave world, "Yes, let it be tried and seen. Then it shall be well. By our wills it shall be well."

The Two Brothers pierced the roofs of the caves and descended to the lowest world, where people lived. The Two Brothers sowed one plant after another, hoping that one of them would grow up to the opening through which they themselves had descended and yet would have the strength to bear the weight of men and creatures. These, the Two Brothers hoped, might climb up the plant into the second cave world. One of these plants was a cane.

At last, after many trials, the cane became so tall that it grew through the opening in the roof, and it was so strong that men could climb to its top. It was jointed so that it was like a ladder, easily ascended. Ever since then, the cane has grown in joints as we see it today along the Colorado River.

Up this cane many people and beings climbed to the second cave world. When a part of them had climbed out, they feared that that cave also would be too small. It was so dark that they could not see how large it was. So they shook the ladder and caused those who were coming up it to fall back. Then they pulled the ladder out. It is said that those who were left came out of the lowest cave later. They are our brothers west of us.

After a long time the second cave became filled with men and beings, as the first had been. Complaining and wrangling were heard as in the beginning. Again the cane was placed under the roof vent, and once more men and beings entered the upper cave world. Again, those who were slow to climb out were shaken back or left behind. Though larger, the third cave was as dark as the first and second. The Two Brothers found fire. Torches were set ablaze, and by their light men built their huts and kivas, or travelled from place to place.

While people and the beings lived in this third cave world, times of evil came to them. Women became so crazed that they neglected all things for the dance. They even forgot their babies. Wives became mixed with wives, so that husbands did not know their own from others. At that time there was no day, only night, black night. Throughout this night, women danced in the kivas (men's "clubhouses"), ceasing only to sleep. So the fathers had to be the mothers of the little ones. When these little ones cried from hunger, the fathers carried them to the kivas, where the women were dancing. Hearing their cries, the mothers came and nursed them, and then went back to their dancing. Again the fathers took care of the children.

These troubles caused people to long for the light and to seek again an escape from darkness. They climbed to the fourth world, which was this world. But it too was in darkness, for the earth was closed in by the sky, just as the cave worlds had been closed in by their roofs. Men went from their lodges and worked by the light of torches and fires. They found the tracks of only one being, the single ruler of the unpeopled world, the tracks of Corpse Demon or Death. The people tried to follow these tracks, which led eastward. But the world was damp and dark, and people did not know what to do in the darkness. The waters seemed to surround them, and the tracks seemed to lead out into the waters.

With the people were five beings that had come forth with them from the cave worlds: Spider, Vulture, Swallow, Coyote, and Locust. The people and these beings consulted together, trying to think of some way of making light. Many, many attempts were made, but without success. Spider was asked to try first. She spun a mantle of pure white cotton. It gave some light but not enough. Spider therefore became our grandmother.

Then the people obtained and prepared a very white deerskin that had not been pierced in any spot. From this they made a shield case, which they painted with turquoise paint. It shed forth such brilliant light that it lighted the whole world. It made the light from the cotton mantle look faded. So the people sent the shield-light to the east, where it became the moon.

Down in the cave world Coyote had stolen a jar that was very heavy, so very heavy that he grew weary of carrying it. He decided to leave it behind, but he was curious to see what it contained. Now that light had taken the place of darkness, he opened the jar. From it many shining fragments and sparks flew out and upward, singeing his face as they passed him. That is why the coyote has a black face to this day. The shining fragments and sparks flew up to the sky and became stars.

By these lights the people found that the world was indeed very small and surrounded by waters, which made it damp. The people appealed to Vulture for help. He spread his wings and fanned the waters, which flowed away to the east and to the west until mountains began to appear.

Across the mountains the Two Brothers cut channels. Water rushed through the channels, and wore their courses deeper and deeper. Thus the great canyons and valleys of the world were formed. The waters have kept on flowing and flowing for ages. The world has grown drier, and continues to grow drier and drier.

Now that there was light, the people easily followed the tracks of Death eastward over the new land that was appearing. Hence Death is our greatest father and master. We followed his tracks when we left the cave worlds, and he was the only being that awaited us on the great world of waters where this world is now.

Although all the water had flowed away, the people found the earth soft and damp. That is why we can see today the tracks of men and of many strange creatures between the place toward the west and the place where we came from the cave world.

Since the days of the first people, the earth has been changed to stone, and all the tracks have been preserved as they were when they were first made.

When people had followed in the tracks of Corpse Demon but a short distance, they overtook him. Among them were two little girls. One was the beautiful daughter of a great priest. The other was the child of somebody-or-other She was not beautiful, and she was jealous of the little beauty. With the aid of Corpse Demon the jealous girl caused the death of the other child. This was the first death.

When people saw that the girl slept and could not be awakened, that she grew cold and that her heart had stopped beating, her father, the great priest, grew angry.

"Who has caused my daughter to die?" he cried loudly.

But the people only looked at each other.

"I will make a ball of sacred meal," said the priest. "I will throw it into the air, and when it falls it will strike someone on the head. The one it will strike I shall know as the one whose magic and evil art have brought my tragedy upon me."

The priest made a ball of sacred flour and pollen and threw it into the air. When it fell, it struck the head of the jealous little girl, the daughter of somebody-or-other. Then the priest exclaimed, "So you have caused this thing! You have caused the death of my daughter."

He called a council of the people, and they tried the girl. They would have killed her if she had not cried for mercy and a little time. Then she begged the priest and his people to return to the hole they had all come out of and look down it.

"If you still wish to destroy me, after you have looked into the hole," she said, "I will die willingly."

So the people were persuaded to return to the hole leading from the cave world. When they looked down, they saw plains of beautiful flowers in a land of everlasting summer and fruitfulness. And they saw the beautiful little girl, the priest's daughter, wandering among the flowers. She was so happy that she paid no attention to the people. She seemed to have no desire to return to this world.

"Look!" said the girl who had caused her death. "Thus it shall be with all the children of men."

"When we die," the people said to each other, "we will return to the world we have come from. There we shall be happy. Why should we fear to die? Why should we resent death?"

So they did not kill the little girl. Her children became the powerful wizards and witches of the world, who increased in numbers as people increased. Her children still live and still have wonderful and dreadful powers.

Then the people journeyed still farther eastward. As they went, they discovered Locust in their midst.

"Where did you come from?" they asked.

"I came out with you and the other beings," he replied.

"Why did you come with us on our journey?" they asked.

"So that I might be useful," replied Locust.

But the people, thinking that he could not be useful, said to him, "You must return to the place you came from."

But Locust would not obey them. Then the people became so angry at him that they ran arrows through him, even through his heart. All the blood oozed out of his body and he died. After a long time he came to life again and ran about, looking as he had looked before, except that he was black.

The people said to one another, "Locust lives again, although we have pierced him through and through. Now he shall indeed be useful and shall journey with us. Who besides Locust has this wonderful power of renewing his life? He must possess the medicine for the renewal of the lives of others. He shall become the medicine of mortal wounds and of war."

So today the locust is at first white, as was the first locust that came forth with the ancients. Like him, the locust dies, and after he has been dead a long time, he comes to life again-- black. He is our father, too. Having his medicine, we are the greatest of men. The locust medicine still heals mortal wounds.

After the ancient people had journeyed a long distance, they became very hungry. In their hurry to get away from the lower cave world, they had forgotten to bring seed. After they had done much lamenting, the Spirit of Dew sent the Swallow back to bring the seed of corn and of other foods. When Swallow returned, the Spirit of Dew planted the seed in the ground and chanted prayers to it. Through the power of these prayers, the corn grew and ripened in a single day.

So for a long time, as the people continued their journey, they carried only enough seed for a day's planting. They depended upon the Spirit of Dew to raise for them in a single day an abundance of corn and other foods. To the Corn Clan, he gave this seed, and for a long time they were able to raise enough corn for their needs in a very short time.

But the powers of the witches and wizards made the time for raising foods grow longer and longer. Now, sometimes, our corn does not have time to grow old and ripen in the ear, and our other foods do not ripen. If it had not been for the children of the little girl whom the ancient people let live, even now we would not need to watch our cornfields whole summers through, and we would not have to carry heavy packs of food on our journeys.

As the ancient people travelled on, the children of the little girl tried their powers and caused other troubles. These mischief-makers stirred up people who had come out of the cave worlds before our ancients had come. They made war upon our ancients. The wars made it necessary for the people to build houses whenever they stopped travelling. They built their houses on high mountains reached by only one trail, or in caves with but one path leading to them, or in the sides of deep canyons. Only in such places could they sleep in peace.

Only a small number of people were able to climb up from their secret hiding places and emerge into the Fourth World. Legends reveal the Grand Canyon is where these people emerged. From there they began their search for the homes the Two Brothers intended for them.

These few were the Hopi Indians that now live on the Three Mesas of northeastern Arizona.

These pages these pages originated from:


The Religion of the Heart [27 May 2003|11:47pm]
~Celtic Meditation~

The Religion of the Heart

Forced prayers are nae devotion.

~Scots proverb

Many times religion is a forced devotion. We are told what to do, how to do it, and when to do it. This kind of forcing actually imprisons the soul. No matter at what point we are in our spirituality, we need to worship according to our needs and nature. To not do so, is a betrayal of our soul. Ths is not an easy path however, and can become quite confusing. We can find many clues in our spiritual traditions, but these may be the very traditions we have come to find uninspiring and lifeless. Which is the right path?

Some choose certainty: a spiritual path with clearly defined dogmas and fundamentalist forms of worship, excluding all other possible paths, and insisting theirs is "the one true way."

You may have taken note that the many factors which make up our religion of the heart, appear in many different spiritual groups. Our most potent spiritual experiences and clues may lie not in scripture, but rather in nature itself.

The fact that there is no one "correct" path, and that our spiritual quest may not have a specific destination is difficult for some to accept. But ultimately, we can only follow our hearts, which will lead us to our soul's home.

What is the religion of your heart?

Of what factors is it composed?

From: The Celtic SpiritDaily Meditations for the Turning Year

by Caitlin Matthews

MONEY JAR [27 May 2003|11:36pm]
(Just a note... IF THIS WORKS LET ME KNOW! LOL . sorry had to )


You need:
paper & pen
7 dimes
Samll jar with screw-on lid
bay leaf

Write your need on the paper and drop it into the jar. Take 7 dimes
in your dominant hand and place them one by one into the jar. As each
one drops, visualize it multiplying into huge amounts and say:

"Toward this wish, the money grows
by leaps and bounds, it overflows.
Coins that jingle, coins that shine
Come to me now,
you are mine."

Write your name on the bay leaf and drop it into the jar. Screw on
the lid and place the jar where you can see it everyday, but where it
is not visible to everyone who enters your home. Add a coin or two to
the jar each day, and watch as money flows to you from unexpected
sources. After you obtain the money you need, thank the Goddess,
remove and bury the paper outside.

Everyday Spells For Every Day Needs [27 May 2003|11:23pm]
Everyday Spells For Every Day Needs

HEALING SPELL: chant while rubbing wound, " Blessed Wound, blessed hour,
blessed be the day the goddess came to power, women's mysteries fine and
strong, heal this wound through female song." For a male witch's version
of the spell, simply change the words.

TO FIND SOMETHING LOST: Chant 3 times, while looking at the moon and
clutching a charged stone(if possible) and chant "I pray to the moon
when she is round, Luck to me shall then abound, What I seek for shall
then be found, In sea or sky or solid ground."

SLEEPING SPELL: Before you go to sleep, or if you are having trouble,
chant in a loud voice until you whisper and then until you are thinking
the words "Peace be mine, In this Sleeping time, Dreams be sweet, Allow
me to sleep."

PROTECTION CHANT: While staring into a flame, candle, fire, etc... say
the following: "Craft the spell in the fire, Craft it well, Weave it
higher, Weave it now of shinning flame, none shall come to hurt or main,
None shall
pass this fiery wall, None shall pass, No none at all." While chanting,
imagine a wall of blue fire surrounding you and repelling everything
negative around you.

SUNNY DAY SPELL: On a RAINY/CLOUDY day say: " Deal of the day, Sunny and
bright, Let the rain go away, Make the day bright." saying this on a
sunny day will reverse the spell.

FRIENDSHIP BINDING SPELL: you will need red construction paper, a white
pen or white out, a needle, and a white candle. Using the white out/pen,
write the person's FULL name twice, in a circle; making the ends meet.
Then write your name the same way but entwine your name into the other
person's name. If there is more than one person, do the same. After
lighting the candle, carve the initial(s) of the person(s) name on the
candle, then stick the needle into the center of the names. Meditate
afterwards and imagine the faces in the flame. At the bottom of the
paper, write B/F/F/L (best friends for life).

WISHING SPELL: On a windy day go outside taking a pen, marker with you.
Choose a green leaf that has already fallen off of a tree. Write what
you want to wish for on the leaf and kiss it and say "of my will, so
mote it be," and let the wind take the leaf away.

WEIGHT LOSS SPELL: Taking a white or red/pink candle, and a needle,
inscribe the number of pounds you want to lose on the candle. You can
also inscribe in symbols for more energy. After lighting the candle,
imagine the weight you want to lose burning away, and then put the
candle out. DO NOT BLOW OUT. And while the smoke is rising and floating
away, imagine its carrying the weight away. this spell is based entirely
on focus.

SOULMATE DREAM SPELL: A ritual that lets you dream of your soul mate,
you should envision in your dream a foot-bridge, and that you fall into
the water below it, and the person that pulls you out is your soul mate.

Before you go to sleep on a full moon, take a bowl(wooden if possible)
full of rain water, and a flat stick. Place the stick/wood over the top
of the bowl, like a little bridge over the water. Place the items
underneath your

SIMPLE MONEY SPELL: you will need: green wire/ribbon, a green
candle(optional), a black marker and 1 dollar bill. After lighting the
candle, Take the marker, write "By all the energy around me, take this
and return money." on the bill. Then roll the bill up and tie it w/ the
green wire/ribbon. Put it somewhere safe where it wont be bothered.

LOVE CHANT: A little chant to find love. chant " One to seek him/her,
One to find him/her, One to bring him/her, One to bind him/her, Heart to
heart, forever one, So say I, this spell is done."


Protecting A Loved One Spell [27 May 2003|11:01pm]
Protecting A Loved One Spell

Take two rowan twigs and tie them in an X with red thread. Wind more red thread round this under and over until the X is half full. As you do so chant the following visualising the one you love being safe and well (if done small enough the person it is for can carry it round with them):

Fire burning hot and bright,

Goodly spirits attend this rite.

Help me use this rowan tree and red thread,

To protect the one I love from what I dread.

Listen please to what I tell,

Come now and aid my spell!

(Just a note... I am posting this purely for interest value.. I do not believe anyone can harm you magickally unless you give them the power to.. IE believing they can, etc. In case you are wondering.. no I have never been involved in a "witch war" but yes people have "cast spells" against me.. no nothing ever happend, above all if you believe in yourself and in your strength of will... no one can harm you.. at least not magickally.)

> (unknown)
> You will need:
> 1 Pink Candle
> 1 Green Candle
> 1 Black candle
> Green Dye(Food Coloring is fine)
> Black Bowl
> Water
> Be sure that NOBODY else can see you (close all curtains, doors, windows,
etc.) and make sure to turn off your phone. You can also leave a note on
your door that you are busy and to please not knock and come back later. You
can create a circle to do this in but it is not necessary, what you really
need is a quiet room and time.
> Light the candles
> Meditate on the curse you believe to be upon you. Manifest it into the
flame of the candles and visualize the curse as a swirling light building in
power. Once you are centered and can see and feel the curse in the candle
flames and about you.
> Fill the bowl full of water and put 3 Drops of the Green Dye in it.
> Slowly tip the bowl over each candle allowing them to be extinguished by
the water while at the same time chanting:
> "Juina Shelt Fonsed."
> You must do this very slowly and visualize the spell being lifted from
your body and being dispersed into the ground and the evil returning to the
person that placed the hex/curse upon you. When all flames have sputtered
out visualize the good luck and fortune that will soon come to you. Poor
the water out onto the earth and bury the candles.

Purification of Self [27 May 2003|06:37pm]
Purification of Self

· Bath in a tub of sea-salted water. Use 1/2 cup per bath

· Put on white garment, even a sheet wrapped and strategically tucked
will work

· Annoint your body with almond, or gardenia oil.

· Sit alone is a quiet place while you feel the breeze rushing
through you taking all negative thoughts and feelings with it.
Visualize yourself as a glowing white Light Being that wind can pass
right through blowing out dust and debris until you are sparkling
clear as snow. Visualize this as your mind and body and soul unite
for the coming rite. Let no one disturb you for 20 minutes while you
are doing this.

· Soft music as harps or pan-flute can be used to set the mood.

During ritual purification, know that you've already lit the candles,
laid the circle and invoked the Goddess and God. Don't think of the
coming ritual - it is already in progress as your thoughts generate
energy around these activities. A thought is as good as the deed. The
moment you think about doing something (ritual) you are
already doing so. Energies are moving, awareness is shifting.

The Mythic Truth [27 May 2003|10:32am]
Myth has become so devalued by our society that we fail to see how there could be anything remotely truthful about it. We have substituted the news and history for myth in our society, giving myth connotations of "wild and wolly".We think of myth as the rumor or warped understandings of ancient peoples. Myths are not just the ancient stories of spiritual beings however, it is the current and ever-living dimension of things that are happening now, to us, to the land, and to the world. Myth is the concordance of life's meaning; the story behind the story.

The mythic truth represents nothing less than the totality of a thing. It is all we can know about something, it's essential core and being. Daily deceptions and contradictions cannot hide from the light of the mythic truth. The mythic truth illuminates the truth or error of our lives. The psychological application of myths to the human condition is very enlightening; we do indeed, share many truths from world myths. The greatest enlightenment comes, however, when we understand our own mythology; within the context of our own lives.

Source~ The Celtic Spirit-Daily Meditations for the Turning Year, by Caitlin Matthews

Native Pride Wisdom [26 May 2003|11:06pm]
"When you arise in the morning, give thanks
for the morning light, for your life and strength.
Give thanks for your food, and the joy of living.
If you see no reason for giving thanks, the fault
lies with yourself...."



The Jealous Uncle
A Kodiak Legend

In a village lived a man, known to his neighbors as "Unnatural Uncle." When his nephews became a few years old, he would kill them. Two had already suffered death at his hands.

After the second had disappeared, his wife went to the mother of the boys, and said: "Should another boy be born to you, let us conceal the fact from my husband, and make him believe the child a girl. In that case he will not harm him, and we may succeed in bringing him up."

Not long after the above conversation another nephew was born. Unnatural Uncle, hearing that a child was born, sent his wife to ascertain the sex of the child. She, as had been agreed upon, reported the child a girl. "Let her live," he said.

The two women tended and dressed the boy as if he were a girl. When he grew older, they told him to play with the girls, and impressed upon him that he should at all times imitate the ways, attitudes, and postures of the girls, especially when attending to the calls of nature. Unnatural Uncle watched the boy as he was growing up, and often wondered at his boyish looks. One day the boy, not knowing that his uncle was about and observing him, raised up his parka, and so exposed his body.

"Ah," said Unnatural Uncle to his wife, on reaching home, "this is the way you have fooled me. But I know everything now. Go and tell my nephew I wish to see him." With tears in her eyes the poor woman delivered the message to the nephew, told him of the disappearance of his brothers, and of his probable fate. The father and mother of the boy wept bitterly, for they were certain he would never return. The boy himself, although frightened, assured his parents to the contrary, and begged them not to worry, for he would come back safe and sound.

"Did my brothers have any playthings?" he asked before going.

He was shown to a box where their things were kept. In it he found a piece of a knife, some eagle-down, and a sour cranberry. These he hid about his person, and went to meet his uncle. The latter greeted him, and said: "Nephew, let us go and fetch some wood."

When they came to a large forest, the boy remarked: "Here is good wood; let us take some of it, and go back."

"Oh, no! There is better wood farther on," said the uncle.

From the forest they stepped into a bare plain. "Let us go back. There is no wood here," called the boy. But the uncle motioned to him to come on, telling him that they would soon find better wood. A little later they came to a big log. "Here is what I want," exclaimed the uncle, and began splitting it. "Here, nephew, jump in, and get that wedge out," called the uncle to the boy, as one of the wedges fell in. When the boy did so, the man knocked out the other wedges; the log closed in on the boy, and held him fast. "Stay there!" said Unnatural Uncle, and walked off.

For some time the boy remained in this helpless condition, planning a means of escape. At last he thought of his sour cranberry, and, taking it in his hand, he rubbed with it the interior of the log from edge to edge. The sourness of the berry caused the log to open its mouth, thus freeing him.

On his way back to the village, he gathered a bundle of wood, which he left at his uncle's door, announcing the fact to him: "Here, uncle, I have brought you the wood." The latter was both surprised and vexed at his failure, and determined more than ever to kill the boy. His wife, however, warned him: "You had better not harm the boy; you have killed his brothers, and if you hurt him, you will come to grief."

"I will kill him, too," he savagely replied.

When the boy reached his father's home, he found them weeping and mourning. "Don't weep!" he pleaded. "He cannot hurt me; no matter where he takes me, I will always come back." In the morning he was again summoned to appear at his uncle's. Before going, he entreated his parents not to feel uneasy, assuring them that no harm would befall him, and that he would be back. The uncle called the boy to go with him after some ducks and eggs.

They passed several places abounding in ducks and eggs, and each time that the boy suggested, "Let us take these and go back," the uncle replied: "Oh, no! There are better ducks and eggs farther on." At last they came to a steep bluff, and, looking down, saw a great many ducks and eggs. "Go down carefully, nephew, and gather those ducks and eggs. Be quick, and come back as soon as you can.

The boy saw the trap at a glance, and prepared for it by taking the eagle-down in each hand, between thumb and finger. As the boy took a step or two downward, the uncle gave him a push, causing him to lose his footing. "He will never come back alive from here," smiled the uncle to himself, as he walked back. If he had remained awhile longer and looked down before going, he would have seen the boy descending gently instead of falling.

The eagle-down kept him up in the air, and he lighted at his own pleasure safe and sound. After gathering all the ducks and eggs he wanted, he ascended by holding up the down, as before, and blowing under it. Up, up he went, and in a short time stood on the summit. It was night before he sighted his uncle's home. At the door he deposited the birds and eggs, and shouted: "Here, uncle, are the ducks and eggs."

"What! back again!" exclaimed the man very much mortified. His wife again pleaded with him to leave the boy in peace. "You will come to grief, if you don't," she said. "No; he cannot hurt me," he replied angrily, and spent the remainder of the night thinking and planning.

Although he assured them that he would return, the boy's parents did not have much faith in it; for he found them on his return weeping for him. This grieved him. "Why do you weep?" he said. "Didn't I say I would come back? He can take me to no place from which I cannot come back."

In the evening of the third day the aunt appeared and said that her husband wished the boy. He told his parents not to be disturbed, and promised to come back soon. This time the uncle invited him to go with him after clams. The clams were very large, large enough to inclose a man. It was ebb tide, and they found plenty of clams not far from the beach.

The boy suggested that they take these and go back, but the uncle put him off with, "There are better clams farther out." They waded into the water, and then the man noticed an extraordinarily large clam. "Take him," he said, but when the boy bent over, the clam took him in. So confident was Unnatural Uncle of his success this time that he uttered not a word, but with a triumphant grin on his face and a wave of his hand he walked away.

The boy tried to force the valves apart, but not succeeding, he cut the ligament with his piece of a knife, compelling the clam to open up little by little until he was able to hop out. He gathered some clams, and left them at his uncle's door as if nothing had happened.

The man, on hearing the boy's voice outside, was almost beside himself with rage. His wife did not attempt to pacify him. "I will say nothing more," she said. "I have warned you, and if you persist in your ways, you will suffer."

The next day Unnatural Uncle was busy making a box.

"What is it for?" asked his wife.

"A plaything for our nephew," he replied.

In the evening the boy was sent for. On leaving his parents he said: "Do not feel uneasy about my absence. This time I may be away a long time, but I will come back nevertheless."

"Nephew, here is something to amuse you," said his uncle. "Get inside of it, so that I may see whether it fits you." It fitted him; so did the lid the box; and the rope the lid. He felt himself borne along, and from the noise of the waves he knew it was to the sea.

The box was lowered, and with a shove it was set adrift. It was stormy, the waves beat over the box, and several times he gave himself up as lost. How long he drifted he had no idea; but at last he heard the waves dashing against the beach, and his heart rejoiced.

Louder, and louder did the joyful peal sound. He gathered himself together for the sudden stop which soon came, only to feel himself afloat again the next moment. This experience he went through several times, before the box finally stopped and he realized he was on land once more.

As he lay there, many thoughts passed through his mind; where was he? was any one living there? would he be saved? or would the flood tide set him adrift again? what were his people at home doing? These, and many other thoughts passed through his brain, when he was startled by hearing voices, which he recognized, a little later, as women's. This is what he heard:

"I saw the box first," said one.

"No, I saw it first," said the other.

"I am sure I saw it before you," said the first speaker again, "and, therefore, it is mine."

"Well, you may have the box, but its contents shall belong to me," replied the other.

They picked up the box, and began to carry it, but finding it somewhat heavy and being anxious to know what it contained, they stopped to untie it.

"If there are many things in there, I shall have some of them," said the first speaker, who rued her bargain. The other one said nothing. Great was their surprise on beholding him. He was in turn surprised to see two such beautiful girls, the large village, the numerous people, and their peculiar appearance, for he was among the Eagle people in Eagle land .

The full grown people, like the full grown eagles, had white faces and heads, while those of the young people, like those of young eagles, were dark. Eagle skins were hanging about all over the village; and it amused him to watch some of the people put on their eagle skins and change to eagles, and after flying around, take them off and become human beings again.

The girls, being the daughters of the village chief, led the boy to their father, each claiming him. When he had heard them both, the chief gave the boy to the older girl (the second speaker). With her he lived happily, but his thoughts would very often wander back to his former home, the people there, his parents; and the thought of his uncle's cruelty to them would make his heart ache. His wife noted these spells of depression, and questioned him about them until he told her of his parents and uncle.

She, like a good wife, bade him cheer up, and then went to have a talk with her father. He sent for his son-in-law, and advised him to put on his (chief's) eagle skin, soar up high until he could see his village, fly over there, visit his parents, and bring them back with him. He did as he was told, and in a short time found himself in the village. Although he could see all other people, his parents were not in sight.

This was in the evening. During the night he went out to sea, brought back a large whale, and placed it on the beach, knowing that all the villagers would come out for the meat. The first person to come to the village beach in the morning was Unnatural Uncle; and when he saw the whale, he aroused the village, and a little later all, except the boy's father and mother, were there, cutting and storing up the whale.

His parents were not permitted to come near the whale, and when some of the neighbors left some meat at their house, Unnatural Uncle scolded, and forbade it being done again. "I can forgive him the killing of my brothers, the attempts on my life, but I will revenge his treatment of my parents." With these thoughts in his mind, the eagle left his perch, and flew over to the crowd. He circled over its head a little while, and then made a swoop at his uncle. "Ah, he knows that I am chief, and the whale is mine, and he asks me for a piece of meat." Saying this, he threw a piece of meat at the eagle.

The second time the eagle descended it was still nearer the man's head, but he tried to laugh it off, and turn it to his glory. The people, however, did not see it that way, and warned him to keep out of the eagle's clutches, for the eagle meant mischief. When the eagle dropped the third time, it was so near his head that he fell on his face. The fourth time the eagle swooped him, and flew off with him.

Not far from the shore was a high and steep rock, and on its summit the eagle put down the man, placing himself opposite. When he had taken off the skin, and disclosed himself, he said to his trembling uncle: "I could have forgiven you the death of my brothers, the four attempts on my life, but for the cruel treatment of my parents you shall pay.

The whale I brought was for my parents and others, and not for you alone; but you took entire possession of it, and would not allow them even to approach it. I will not kill you without giving you a chance for your life. Swim back to the shore, and you shall be spared." As he could not swim, Unnatural Uncle supplicated his nephew to take him back, but the latter, putting on the eagle skin, and hardening his eagle heart, clutched him, and from a dizzy height in the air dropped him into the sea.

From the beach the crowd watched the fatal act, understood and appreciated it, and, till it was dark, continued observing, from the distance, the eagle. When all had retired, he pulled off the skin, and set out for his father's barrabara. He related to his parents his adventures, and invited them to accompany him to his adopted land, to which they gladly consented. Early in the morning he put on again his skin, and, taking a parent in each claw, flew with them to Eagle land, and there they are living now.


~Native Pride Wisdom~

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Grind into fine powder. You may have to sift through strainer or put in

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Green dye

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1 part sandalwood
1 part cinnamon
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Combine together and mix well. Burn by sprinkling incense directly over hot
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