Wednesday, December 21, 2016

may your solstice be stupendous!

Sunrise between the stones at Stonehenge on the Winter Solstice in 1985   CREDIT: MARK GRANT

Friday, December 16, 2016


Somewhere in the distant, foggy past, someone flipped Santa into a man’s body.

In actuality, Santa was the Germanic Goddess Holda, who during the Christmas season brought gifts to all good children.  
Santa Holda flew through the air in a wagon stuffed with Christmas goodies, and drawn not by reindeer but by birds. 

"Before she suffered a savage smear campaign at the hands of church and state alike, much evidence indicates that Holda-Perchta was a magnificent goddess, simultaneously both powerful and loving. 
"Above all she was powerful. One of her most vital tasks was keeping the earth fertile enough for crops and plants to grow and flourish, a task she accomplished by traveling the earth ... every year for the twelve days between Christmas and Epiphany. 
"She also seems to have been the original Santa Claus, showering children the earth over with gifts at the winter solstice."
~ From *Breaking the Mother Goose Code*, 2015, John Hunt Publishing. 
To buy your copy, click on the picture below and to the right.  

Wednesday, December 07, 2016

walking INTO TREES

He promised the swamp would be drained,
Was elected, said “Rain!” and it rained,
And the old crocodiles,
Wore flesh-eating smiles,
And the turtles were well entertained.


A minority of the [American] electorate goes for the loosest and least knowledgeable candidate [for US President], certain that … their votes will be only … a middle finger to Washington, 

...And then — whoa. The joke comes true. You put a whoopee cushion on your father’s chair and he sits down and it barks and he has a massive coronary.


And now we sit and watch in disbelief as the victor drops one piece of china after another, spits in the soup, sticks his fist through a painting and gobbles up the chocolates.


He stages a ... victory tour … where he can waggle his thumbs and smirk and holler and point out the journalists in their pen for the mob to boo and shake their fists at.


Meanwhile, the Democrats wander in the woods, walking into trees. … a lackluster black Muslim congressman from Minneapolis is a leading candidate for chair of the Democratic National Committee, the person who will need to connect with disaffected workers in Youngstown and Pittsburgh.

Why not a ballet dancer or a Buddhist monk?

[And] the emperor-elect parades in the nude while his congressional courtiers admire him and the nation drifts toward the rapids.

Saturday, November 12, 2016


Please pass the pain.  More pain, anyone?  My pain doesn’t have enough salt.  I’ll have another helping of pain, please.  Thank you for the lovely pain, it was delicious.

Chew your pain well before swallowing.  Come on in!  The pain is in the oven, ready to serve!

How much is your red hot pain today? … I’ll have one serving along with a tall, frosty glass of motor oil.


       Please help us in our good fight to vanquish The Pain.  

Athena and the rest of the human species

Monday, August 22, 2016


"If you enjoy folklore, Goddesses, or history, this is a must read. It's wonderful to get a book that is more 'Pagan' without being about the same five topics, told in the same way that most Pagan books are."  

From a REVIEW of Breaking the Mother Goose Code.  

Sunday, May 08, 2016


Supposedly, Armageddon is skulking right around the corner, ready to pounce, howl, and then drag us all down to Hell. 

This time The Sign that Armageddon is afoot?  Donald Drumpf (did you know he's Drumpf, not Trump?  Go here and read all about it). 

Of course Drumpf/Trump is only one of a long line of forecasters who’ve heralded The End Times. 

And I do mean long.  Wiki has a list, and I stopped counting at number 55 (on May 19, 1780, after suffering simultaneously through forest-fire smoke, thick fog, and heavy cloud cover, the Connecticut General Assembly announced that Armageddon had finally come).   

Later I went back and counted 108 more. 
Of course all 250-plus prophets on this list were forced to apologize when their prophesies about Armageddon fell flatter than an Aunt Jemima pancake. 

But don’t hold your breath waiting for Drumpf to beg forgiveness.  His dictionary doesn’t include the word “forgiveness” – let alone the words “beg” or "apologize."   

Tuesday, December 15, 2015


Our Goddess Spirituality: isn't it the most magnificent in all the world?  

To think about humans imprisoned in other religions, and what they suffer through, day by day, year by year -- it  breaks my heart.  

Please enjoy the Winter Solstice story below, don't forget to count your many blessings, and make sure to have a very, very MERRY WINTER SOLSTICE!  

Winter Solstice Story (author unknown) 

A group of little Faeries huddled in their home deep under the roots of a giant oak tree. They were safe and snug in their tiny underground cave lined with dandelion fluff, bird feathers, and dried moss. 
Outside, the wind blew cold and the snow fell softly down to cover the ground. "I saw the Sun King today," the faerie named Rose said as she pulled her mossy cloak tighter about her. "He looked so old and tired as he walked off through the forest. What is wrong with him?
"The great oak said he's dying" answered Daffodil.
"Dying? Oh, what will we do now?", Little Meadow Grass started to cry, "If the Sun King dies, our little plant friends will not grow. The Birds will not come and sing again. Everything will be winter for ever!" Lilac, Dandelion and Elder Blossom tried to comfort their friend, but they were all very sad. As they huddled together, there was a knock on the tiny door. 
"Open up, Faeries," called out a loud voice. "Why are you hiding instead of joining us in our Solstice celebration?" Rose opened the door and the little gnome Brown Knobby pushed inside, shaking the glistening snowflakes off his brown coat and hat. 
"We are too sad to celebrate," Daffodil said wiping her eyes, "The Sun King is dying, haven't you heard?" 
"He is dead you silly Faeries." Brown Knobby's round dark eyes sparkled with laughter. "Now hurry, or we'll be late for the celebration!" 
"How can you be happy and laughing?!" Elder Blossom stamped her little foot and frowned at the gnome. "If the Sun King IS dead, it will be winter always. We will never see the Sun again!" 
"Silly little child-Faeries." Brown Knobby grabbed Dandelion by the hand and pulled her to her feet. "There is a secret to the Winter Solstice. Don't you want to know what it is?" 
The Faeries looked at him in surprise. "Secret?" they all said. "What secret? We are only new little Faeries, you silly gnome. We've never been to a Solstice celebration before." 
"Come and see. Come and see. Get your capes and come with me." Brown Knobby danced and jigged around the room. "Hurry, Hurry, don't be slow! To the Sacred Oak Grove through the snow!" He danced out of the door and disappeared. 
"What did that gnome mean?" Rose asked as she gathered up her cloak of dried rose petals held together with cobwebs and lined with goose down. 
"I don't know, but the Lady lives in the Sacred Grove." Meadow Grass pulled on her hat.
"Perhaps if we go to see the Goddess, She can explain what Brown Knobby was talking about". 
The Faeries left their snug little home and trudged off through the snow toward the sacred oak grove. The forest was dark with only the light of the Moon shining down through the thick fir branches and bare limbs of maple and hawthorn. It was very difficult for them to get through the snow because they were very, very small. As they waded through the wet snow and shivered in the cold wind, they met a fox. 
"Where are you going, Faeries?" the fox asked. 
"To the sacred grove," they answered, they were cold and shivering. 
"Climb on my back and I will take you there swiftly." 
The fox knelt down so the Faeries could climb up. Then he raced off through the dark. 
"Listen!" Lilac said as they neared the Grove of Sacred trees. "Someone is singing happy songs. A LOT of someones." 
The beautiful music carried over the cold, still, moonlit air. It was the most beautiful music the Faeries had ever heard. The fox carried the Faeries right to the edge of the stone altar in the center of the grove, then knelt down. 
"Look!" said Elder Blossom as they slid to the snow covered ground. "There is the Maiden and the Mother and the OLD Wise Crone, and many other Little People." 
"They are all smiling and happy," said Lilac as she looked around at all the creatures. 
"All the animals are here too," whispered Dandelion. "Why are they all looking at the Mother?" 
The Faeries moved closer to the three Ladies seated on the altar stone. The Mother held a bundle close in Her arms, smiling down at it. The Maiden reached down and took the Faeries gently in her Hands. She held them close to the Mother so they could see what She held. 
"A Baby!" the Faeries cried. " A new little Baby! Look how he glows!" 
"He is the newborn Sun King," said the Maiden smiling. 
"But Brown Knobby and the old oak tree said the Sun King was dead," the Faeries answered her. "How can this little baby be the Sun King?" 
"That is the great secret of the Winter Solstice." The Old Wise One touched the baby's cheek with her wrinkled hand. "Every year the Sun King must come to the sacred grove during the darkest days of winter where he dies. I take his spirit to the Mother who gives him new life again. This is the way for all creatures, not just the Sun King." 
" You mean everything lives and dies and lives again? the Faeries looked down in wonder at the baby Sun King, nestled in the arms of the Mother. 
" Yes, Little Ones," answered the Old Wise Crone. "There is never an end to life. This is the great mystical secret of the Winter Solstice." 
The Faeries laughed because they were so happy. 
"I think the little Sun King should have gifts," said Rose. "I will show him where the wild roses bloom in the early summer." 
"And, I will teach him to call the birds and listen to the songs of the wind," exclaimed Dandelion. 
"When he is older and stronger, " said the Mother, "then the flowers will bloom at his touch, the birds will return to sing their songs, and the air will be warm from his breath, and winter will be gone for a time. Then the Sun King will run and play with you in the forest." 
The little Faeries sang to the Baby Sun King, songs of the coming spring, the sweet smelling flowers, the bumbling bees, and all the secrets of the forest. And all the creatures within the sacred grove sang with them. Then the fox took them back to their snug home under the roots of the giant oak tree where they dreamed wonderful dreams, waiting for the warmth of spring and the fun they would have with the little Sun King. 
Many thanks to Moonshadow Magick for this story.