let’s have some preposterous taboos that all pagans must follow!
YES. There shall be a chapter about the “rules” of being a witch/pagan (because you know those are the same thing here :P).
It’s not exactly a Wicca superstition, but I wear a tie based in the colors of the planetary deities and sometimes a shirt:
Monday- Moon - blue silver
Tuesday -Mars - red
I have it in mind to write seven planetary odes— hymns for the seven classical planets of the ancient world, and the principal divine forces of the “seven heavens” as laid out in classical Hellenistic/Roman philosophy, and as later used by Medieval Christians, and as later used by Renaissance humanists. Today being Monday, the hymn in question is for The Moon.
Hail, night’s goddess, enrobed in silver gown,Xposted from my blog Wanderings in the Labyrinth
Bull-horned and wandering from phase to phase.
You borrow light but claim your own renown
And lay a firm foundation with your rays!
At first you crown your brother in his dusk,
Then swell each evening til your splendor shows,
To rise alone as heaven’s greatest pearl.
Yet, by days, you shrink, ’til broken tusk
You reveal at the arrival of dawn;
Last, in deep darkness your banners you furl.
Female and male, you govern month and week,
By laws no simple calculation finds,
And yet to every dedicant you speak,
revealing, year by year, your grand designs.
Through tidal change, and dreams, you greatly grow
In power — veiled in cloud and crowned with stars.
Thus every drop of water knows your Name.
In all your mansions you rule ebb and flow,
Desperate laughter and pregnancy’s tears,
And every increase and decline of fame.
Mother of Ages, mirror of the Sun,
Treasure-house of humanity’s dreaming,
Friend to vigil-keepers and owls of night,
All-seeing eye, across the skies you run,
Sending light, in all directions streaming,
Opposing strife, and upholding the right.
Lover of horses, enforcer of tides:
Attend our oblations, accept our praise
And reunite in us what Time divides
With benediction of your mystic rays!
Yesterday there was a window in traditional astrology for
working with the Pleiades, a group of fixed stars on e back of
Taurus the bull. I wrote a poem for the occasion, but due to some current
technical challenges, I think it got lost in interneticization. Here it is again:
Hail to you, Alcyone and Pleiades,
Gatherers of spirits, keepers of gales,
Who know and reveal secret vanities,
Who awaken the eyes, and drive out their ills:
You ride on the back of heaven’s great bull!
You help us to know of all hidden thought;
You open to light and drive out the dull
And by your actions are connections wrought
Between living realms and all the dead.
Lighten my work, mighty, knowing maidens
Open up my eyes and open up my head,
That I may relieve any old burdens,
And more — come to know the music of spheres,
Which lightens the heart of any that hears.