Explain your intentions…

Well it turns out you do need to explain yourself to the universe…

My 2017 words of intention were Disconnect & Expand. Simple enough right? Wrong!

I meant Disconnect from social media not people & I meant Expand my knowledge not my body!

You really do need to explain things so the universe doesn’t twist your words.

This time I wrote a list explaining what my intentions were, in detail.

Please remember there is a difference between resolutions & intentions. Resolutions have an end, Intentions leave room for you to outshine your goals.

I know 2018 will be another rollercoaster year for most but this time you will have more control.

So HAPPY NEW YEAR my Crazies form your one & only, Southern Cross Heathen xxx

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Find your tribe not your twin!

Your tribe is not a group of people just like you, it is a group of people that compliment each other, a group of people whose strengths & weaknesses differ so much from each other, that together, you become one.

Find your tribe not your twin.

SouthernCrossHeathen

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Calendar Confusion. I mean Conversion.

For those of us that live in the southern hemisphere, celebrating the seasons can be a very difficult experience, especially for those new to the path.  Winter is Summer, Autumn is Spring and it can all get very confusing.  Even more so for those that live in tropical, desert or polar climates that do not have the typical Summer-Autumn-Winter-Spring format.

Whilst most of you that are reading this blog (well I hope you are reading it), are about to embark on Autumn/Fall and getting ready to celebrate either Winter Finding or Mabon (whichever wheel you prefer) we down here in the southern part of the globe have just come into Spring.

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http://www.plantsgalore.com/plants/types/maps/00M-Map-Southern-Hemisphere.htm

So here is what most of you would see when looking at a Wheel of the Year.  These are northern hemisphere dates so will be very familiar to most of you.

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Wheel of the common holidays in “Pagan” spirituality. (Heathen Holidays)
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Wheel of the Year (Celtic Calendar)

Now here is the process that goes in to making them fit with the southern hemisphere seasons.

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Which then becomes this:

Blot/Sabbat Southern Hemisphere Season Northern Hemisphere
Feast of Thunar July 20th – Aug 18th Winter Jan 20th – Feb 18th
Charming of the Plow Aug 2nd Spring Feb 2nd
Imbolc Aug 1st Spring Feb 1st
Vali Aug 14th Spring Feb 14th
Ostara Sept 19th – 21st Spring March 19th – 21st
Sumarsdag October Spring April
Yggdrasill Day October 22nd Spring April 22nd
Walpurginsnacht Nov 1st Summer May 1st
Beltane Oct 31st – Nov 1st Summer April 30th – May 1st
Midsummer Dec 20th – 21st Summer June 20st – 21st
Litha Dec 21st Summer June 21st
Lughnasadh/Lammas Feb 2nd Autumn August 2ndt
Frey Faxi Feb 28th Autumn August 28th
Winter Finding March 20th – 21st Autumn Sept 20th – 21st
Mabon March 21st Autumn Sept 20th
Winter Night’s April 30th – May 1st Autumn Oct 31st – Nov 1st
Samhain April 30th – May 1st Autumn Oct 31st – Nov 1st
Mother’s Night June 21st or 22nd Winter Dec 21st or 22nd
Yule June 21st Winter Dec 21st
Yule June 21st – July 2nd Winter Dec 21st – Jan 1st

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I am still in the process on trying to create a nice and aesthetically pleasing Southern Hemisphere Heathen Calendar but I do have a Southern Hemisphere Celtic Wheel.

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There are a number of books and websites that I use to help with the conversion of these times and dates.

Dancing the Sacred Wheel – Frances Billinghurst (you can purchase this through either Kindle or Wordery)

Rituals of Celebration – Jane Meredith (Book Depository)

Spheres of LightFrances Billinghurst Blogarchaeoastronomy.comOut of the WinterAn Asatru BlogAsatru AlliancePagan Calendar, Asatru Holidays Wiki, Wheel of the Year Wiki, Odin’s Volk, Wizard Realm.

 

As mentioned in previous posts, I have been involved in researching and writing up some Celtic Wheel of the Year rituals and events for my local pagan community and so am currently focused on that, hence the table above.  I will hope to have something out by December 2016 ready for 2017.  So stay tuned for updates.

So for now my crazies I will leave you with the excitement of either Ostara (yay I love the colours of Spring but hate the pollen & hayfever), Mabon or Winter Finding.

Oh if you find an error or feel that something should be added or rearranged please leave me a comment.

 

Rígsmál – The Lay of Rig

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“Rig in Great-grandfather’s Cottage” (1908) by W.G. Collingwood [1]

People say in the old stories that one of the Æsir, who was called Heimdall, went on a journey, and as he went along the sea-shore somewhere he came to a household and he called himself Rig*.  This poem is about that story.

The Birth of Thrall

  1. Once walked, ’tis said, the green ways along,
    mighty and ancient, a god most glorious;
    strong and vigorous, striding, Rig.
  2. Ever on he went in the middle of the way,
    till he came to a house with door unclosed.
    He entered straight; there was fire on the floor
    and a hoary couple sitting by the hearth,
    Great-grandfather and mother in ancient guise.
  3. Well knew Rig how to give them counsel,
    he sat him down in the middle of the floor,
    with the home-folk twain upon either side.
  4. Great-grandmother fetched a coarse-baked loaf,
    all heavy and thick and crammed with husk:
    she bore it forth in the middle of the dish,
    with broth in a bowl, and laid the board.
  5. Thence Rig uprose, prepared to rest; —
    well he knew how to give them counsel —
    he laid him down in the middle of the bed
    and the home-folk twain upon either side.
    Thus he tarried three nights together,
    then on he strode in the middle of the road
    while thrice three moons were gliding by.
  6. Great-grandmother bore a swarthy boy;
    with water they sprinkled him, called him Thrall.
    Forthwith he grew and well he throve,
    bur tough were his hands with wrinkled skin,
    with knuckles knotty and fingers thick;
    his face was ugly, his back was humpy,
    his heels were long.
    Straightway ‘gan he to prove his strength,
    with bast a-binding loads a-making,
    he bore home faggots the livelong day.
  7. There came to the dwellings a wandering maid,
    with wayworn feet, and sunburned arms,
    with down-bent nose,- the Bond-maid named.
  8. She sat her down in the middle of the floor;
    beside her sat the son of the house:
    they chatted and whispered, their bed preparing —
    Thrall and Bond-maid — the long day through.
  9. Joyous lived they and reared their children.
    Thus they called them: Brawler, Cowherd,
    Boor and Horsefly, Lewd and Lustful,
    Stout and Stumpy, Sluggard, Swarthy,
    Lout and Leggy. They fashioned fences,
    they dunged the meadows, swine they herded,
    goats they tended and turf they dug.
  10. Daughters were there, — Loggy and Cloggy,
    Lumpy-leggy, and Eagle-nose,
    Whiner, Bondwoman, Oaken-peggy,
    Tatter-coat and the Crane-shanked maid.
    Thence are come the generations of thralls.

The Birth of Churl

  1. Ever on went Rig the straight roads along
    till he came to a dwelling with door unclosed;
    he entered straight; there was fire in the floor;
    Grandfather and Grandmother owned the house.
  2. The home-folk sat there hard a-working;
    by them stood on the floor a box;
    hewed the husband wood for a warp-beam;
    trim his beard and the locks o’er his brow,
    but mean and scanty the shirt he wore.
  3. The wife sat by him plying her distaff,
    swaying her arms to weave the cloth,
    with snood on her head and smock on her breast,
    studs on her shoulders, and scarf on her neck.
  4. Well knew Rig how to give them counsel;
    he sat him down in the middle of the floor,
    and the home-folk twain upon either side.
  5. Grandmother set forth plenteous dishes;
    cooked was the calf, of dainties best.
    Thence Rig uprose prepared to rest. —
    Well he knew how to give them counsel —
    he laid him down in the middle of the bed
    and the home-folk twain upon either side.
  6. Thus he tarried three nights together,
    then on he strode in the middle of the road
    while thrice three moons were gliding by.
  7. A child had Grandmother, Churl they called him,
    and sprinkled with water and swathed in linen,
    rosy and ruddy, with sparkling eyes.
    He grew and throve, and forthwith ‘gan he
    to break in oxen, to shape the harrow,
    to build him houses and barns to raise him,
    to fashion carts and follow the plough.
  8. Then home they drove with a key-hung maiden
    in goat-skin kirtle, named Daughter-in-Law.
    They wed her to Churl in her bridal linen:
    the twain jade ready, their wealth a-sharing,
    kept house together, and joyous lived.
  9. Children reared they thus they called them:
    Youth and Hero, Thane, Smith, Yeoman,
    Broad-limb, Peasant, Sheaf-beard, Neighbour,
    Farmer, Speaker and Stubbly-beard.
  10. By other names were the daughters called:
    Dame, Bride, Lady, Gay, and Gaudy,
    Maid, Wife, Woman, Bashful, Slender.
    Thence are come the kindreds of churls.

The Birth of Earl

  1. Still on went Rig the straight roads along
    till he came to a hall whose gates looked south.
    Pushed was the door to, a ring in the post set:
    he forthwith entered the rush-strewn room.
    Each other eyeing, the home-folk sat there —
    Father and Mother, — twirling their fingers.
    There was the husband, string a-twining,
    shafting arrows and shaping bows:
    and there was the wife o’er her fair arms wondering,
    smoothing her linen, stretching her sleeves.
    A high-peaked coif and a breast-brooch wore she,
    trailing robes and a blue-tinged sark.
    Her brow was brighter, her breast was fairer,
    her throat was whiter than driven snow.
  2. Well knew Rig how to give them counsel;
    he sat him down in the middle of the floor,
    and the home-folk twain upon either side.
  3. Then took Mother a figured cloth,
    white, of linen, and covered the board;
    thereafter took she a fine-baked loaf,
    white of wheat and covered the cloth:
    next she brought forth plenteous dishes,
    set with silver, and spread the board
    with brown-fried bacon and roasted birds.
    There was wine in a vessel and rich-wrought goblets;
    they drank and revelled while day went by.
  4. Well knew Rig how to give them counsel;
    he rose ere long and prepared his couch:
    he laid him down in the middle of the bed,
    and the home-folk twain upon either side.
  5. Thus he tarried three nights together;
    then on he strode in the middle of the road
    while thrice three moons were gliding by.
  6. Then a boy had Mother; she swathed him in silk,
    and with water sprinkled him; called him Earl.
    Light were his locks, and fair his cheeks,
    flashing his eyes like a serpent’s shone.
  7. Grew Earl forthwith in the halls and ‘gan
    to swing the shield, to fit the string,
    to bend the bow, to shaft the arrow,
    to hurl the dart, to shake the spear,
    to ride the horse, to loose the hounds,
    to draw the sword, and to swim the stream.
  8. Forth from the thicket came Rig a-striding,
    Rig a-striding, and taught him runes,
    his own name gave him, — as son he claimed him,
    and bade him hold the ancestral fields, —
    the ancestral fields — and the ancient home.
  9. Then on rode Earl through the murky wood,
    through the rimy fells till he reached a hall.
    His shaft he shook, his shield he brandished,
    his steed he galloped, his sword he drew;
    war he wakened, the field he reddened,
    the doomed he slew, and won him lands —
    till alone he ruled over eighteen halls.
    Gold he scattered and gave to all men
    treasures and trinkets and slender-ribbed horses;
    wealth he strewed and sundered rings.
  10. Along dewy roads his messengers drive
    till the hall they reached where Ruler dwelt.
    A daughter owned he, dainty fingered,
    fair and skilful, Erna called.
  11. They wooed her and brought her home a-driving;
    to Earl they wed her in veil fine-woven:
    husband and wife lived happy together,
    their children waxed and life enjoyed.

The Birth of King

  1. Heir was the eldest, Bairn the second,
    Babe, Successor, Inheritor, Boy,
    Descendent, Offspring, Son, Youth, Kinsman;
    Kon the kingly was youngest born.
  2. Forthwith grew up the sons of Earl;
    games they learned, and sports and swimming,
    taming horses, round shields bending,
    war shafts smoothing, ash spears shaking;
    but King the youngest alone knew runes,
    runes eternal and runes of life.
    Yet more he knew, — how to shelter men,
    to blunt the sword-edge and calm the sea:
    he learnt bird language, to quench the fire flame,
    heal all sorrows and soothe the heart;
    strength and might of eight he owned.
  3. Then he strove in runes with Rig, the Earl,
    crafty wiles he used and won,
    so gained his heritage, held the right thus
    Rig to be called and runes to know.
  4. Young King rode once through thicket and wood,
    shooting arrows and slaying birds,
    till spake a crow, perched lone on a bough:
    “Why wilt thou thus kill birds, young King?
    ‘Twould fit thee rather to ride on horses,
    to draw the sword and to slay the foe.
  5. “Dan and Damp have dwellings goodlier,
    homesteads fairer than ye do hold;
    and well they know the keel to ride,
    the sword to prove and wounds to strike.”[2]

*Rig: the name is derived from the Irish (ríg in other cases) meaning ‘king’.  The identification of Heimdall with Rig is not absolutely secure, since it is based only on the prose introduction, but the beginning of Völuspá (the Seeress’s Prophecy), asking for attention from all ‘the offspring of Heimdall’, seems to suggest that the god did have some connection with the creation of mankind.[3]

References

  1. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/R%C3%ADgs%C3%BEula#/media/File:Rig_in_Great-grandfather%27s_Cottage.jpg
  2. Bray, O. (1908). The Elder or Poetic Edda. Part I {The Mythological Poems, volume II.
  3. Larrington, C. (1996). trans. The Poetic Edda.

 

Riding the Stag

I know it has been a while since I blogged but there is a perfectly good explanation for it.

It is called LIFE… Yes I do have one, sometimes, ok on the odd occasion.  Well a lot has been happening in my life right now including learning to research and write up Dark, New and Full Moon Rituals as well as Celtic Sabbat Rituals for my local Pagan Community.  It is a really great learning tool and I am finding connections all along the way.

SthWheelYearCeltic Wheel of the Year for the Southern Hemisphere via Spheres of Light

So far I have (with the help of another Pagan) written up a Dark/New Moon Imbolc Ritual that was 4 pages (940 words) long.  I have written up a 5 page (1640 word) document on the August 2016 Full Moon which also includes a Lunar Eclipse and Moon in Aquarius.  I have nearly completed a September 2016 Full Moon Lunar Eclipse and also have started researching and writing up a document for Ostara that will include activities for kids too.

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A lot of the information is aimed at the general Pagan denomination in the local community as there are so many diverse paths within the group we what to cater for most and the few should be able to swap in their personal deity with ease.

I have had some of my writing published in a community magazine which made me giggle and blush with pride.  I also hunted down some of my old poetry and another short story that I started many years ago but then let life get in the way (again).

The front door was open and there was a smell of men’s cologne.  It was not a cheap cologne either, but one that I will remember forever.

I walked through to the living area.  It was there that I saw a strange man.  He was tall, slim and unshaven.  I did not go near him.  I walked on towards the kitchen where my mother laid in a puddle of bright red blood.  She had been shot in the head, like the man in the living area.

I could not move and I could not cry.  I just stood there in disbelief, knowing that I would never hear my mother’s sweet, reassuring voice saying ‘I love you’ again.
– Donna Astill

I have been busily coming up with ideas for our community here in the Southern Hemisphere as well as being active in other groups also.  I try to keep my blog as neutral as possible as I see no need for politics within the Asatru/Odinist community at all and besides this blog is about my journey not anyone else’s.

I was unwell thanks to the sharing caring nature of those in my house.  Why do germs like to spread only one or two at a time… Why not just go wham bam thank you ma’am on the whole town in one shot… Give the health dept heads something to scratch their heads over….

What else have I been up to since I blogged last?  Oh yes that’s right I attended ‘An Evening with Spirit’ with Alison Burman Psychic Medium.  It was a wonderful night and a great experience.  I had never attended an event like that before and I found Alison to be genuine and real (no sparkles and glitter, just her).  She did have a message for me which I will actually keep to myself, but there was words that only myself and the person communicating through/with Alison would know and no-one else could ever even guess.

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I did find that one person expressed during the interval that they did not believe Alison at all and it did irritate me as there was only limited tickets available and I know people who missed out.  Oh well there are always going to be sceptics that attend these events in the hope that they are convinced of something.

I attended an amazing friend’s birthday party, although as I was still recovering I opted to not celebrate with ethanol based beverages but stuck with water.  I revealed to mutual friends that I will be relocating at the beginning of 2017 but that is still a few months away yet.  I sat down and had a good conversation with a very new ex-anti-feminist who I had had a very heated debate with a few weeks earlier about feminism and the different levels of crazy some feminists can get.

The feminist agenda is not about equal rights for women. It is about a socialist, anti-family political movement that encourages women to leave their husbands, kill their children, practice witchcraft, destroy capitalism and become lesbians. – Pat Robertson

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http://www.birdwallpapers.com/crazy-eagle-wallpaper.html

I found a new therapist because really we all should be seeing a therapist of some sort as we are all pretty crazy at the end of the day.  I am really happy with her, she gets me, she is not interested in finding a ‘quick fix’ but working through the actual problems I have.  It is hard to find the right fit when you have been looking for over 2 decades and don’t pretend you’re not crazy yourself… You read my crazy ramblings don’t you 😉

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We’re not all Witches

I have attended three Meet & Greets for the local Pagan community in three separate locations around the region to meet some more of the community members which was great and I learnt a lot about other people’s beliefs and paths.  Remember the that not all ‘Witches are Pagan and not all Pagans are Witches’.  It was great to be able to get out of the house for the day and chat with like-minded people.

 

I know I sound like I don’t have time to stop and sleep, well I assure you I do and this morning was the first time in ages that I woke without feeling exhausted… How you ask?

Well, I had my very first Shamanic Journeying experience last night.  It was just an introduction class to help find your power animal but it was still an extraordinary experience.  I was fortunate that the other attendees failed to show so I had the Shaman all to myself to listen to and ask questions of.   It was a journey to the lower world to seek out my Power Animal.  It was a very personal journey and my animal was one that I never expected but it did make a huge amount of sense after thinking about the direction my spiritual path has been taking me on.

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A3 Stag Drawing – bexyboo16 (Deviantart)

My animal is the Stag and the connection I had was truly one that I will not forget.  It was surreal and breathtaking, calm and exhilarating all at once. To communicate with such a majestic being in that circumstance was… I just have no words that can truly express what it was like.  I met some other animals on my journey but none that spoke to me in such a way that made my head spin (in a good way) and my heart pound like my life was just starting.  I am so grateful to Misha for giving me the opportunity to experience that journey with her and for the conversation and insights we discussed afterwards.

 

If you have not yet found your Power Animal or had a Shamanic Journeying experience I highly recommend you find yourself a Shamanic Practitioner that you feel comfortable with and give yourself that experience.  You will not regret it and it will change you forever.

Well my crazies, I think I have rambled enough for one night and this was only meant to be a catch-up post so that you all know I am still alive and it isn’t some random bot re-blogging posts on my behalf… I am alive, totally freaking alive, and living life one foot after the other.

The purpose of Knowledge is to create a doorway which leads to the Truth
Misha Hoo