Spirituality and Sorcery

Thig an nathair as an toll Là donn Brìde, Ged robh trì troighean dhen t-sneachd Air leac an làir. "The serpent will come from the hole On the brown Day of Bride, Though there should be three feet of snow On the flat surface of the ground."                                                                                                               Oimealg, Imbolc and Brigid Oimealg, ("IM-mol'g),Oimelc (“ee-melc”), also know as Imbolc, Imbolg, Là Fhèill Brìghde (Scot/ Gaelic)  The Feast of   Saint Brigid, in Manx as Laán Arragh (Day of Spring), and as Candlemas or Bridget’s Day in English.  Oimealg or Imbolc refers to the lactation of ewes, or ewes milk.  It is the generative forces of life hearlding in the spring!  Isaac Bonewits commented that "By analogy with the Gaelic names of the other High Days, we may assume that the holiday was originally called La’áOimelc and was the festival of the lactation of the e

Invocation to Bride Drawing to a close, now is the shadowy night Twinkling and bright, O’ Morning Star light Dapples with dew, like glistening cold jewels. From deep within thy villages, and out amongst thy rurals Quiet is the forest, subdued is the glade Perched upon a whisper, balanced upon the blade. Yet from the dark comes the promise of the new day, Tucked within a black cloak, mane golden as the flame. Early yet late, when only insane or artists dare tred Driven by a passion, hunger longing to be fed. You stir us from our cradles and yank us from our beds, Drawn by your single candle, down a path we have longed to be led. By and ancient faery well, stand you and waits A lone figure upon whom the black cloak is draped Eyes blue, twin flames burning bright Flames to match your candle, against the dark is your light. You are inspiration and passion, a muse to the guilds You are the healer and the crafter, we are the students to your will. Mercurial and intuitive, elusive

Come Oak, broom and meadowsweet, Come Oak, broom and meadowsweet, Come Oak, broom and meadowsweet, Come Bodeuwedd, come Wake! The legend of Blodeuwedd, the Welsh/ Celtic Goddess is told in the fourth branch of the Mabinogi,  it is from this legend, that I draw the name of my blog.  To understand the legend in all it's intricacies, it is best to start the story, before her birth! Arianrhod (also another Welsh/Celtic Goddess)  through the shame brought upon her through mayhem and misadventure on the birth of her two sons by of her brother Gwydion and her Uncle Math.  As retaliation of that shame, her son who later obtains the name Lleu Llaw Gyffes is placed under a tynged, that he may not have a name, or bear arms unless bestowed by Arianrhod herself.  Through magick, and deception Gwydion and Math, trick Arianrhod into bestowing a name upon her son, and giving him arms to bear.  In a rage, she places one last curse upon her son,  to never know a woman of a mortal race. 

Welcome to Spirituality & Sorcery, the blog of my journey in spirituality and craft, through magick and mysticism. As this is my first post I should introduce myself, and give you a bit of background, before you wonder who this strange person is and why should I care, what they have to say.   The answer is!  I am a very strange person, happily so!  We each touch another life, to further our own growth.  So it is no coincidence you are here.  Let us learn from one another, and in the sharing touch the lives of those around us. First, in relation to "the Craft" and Spirituality.  I have been a practicing witch for over eighteen years.   I hold college degrees in Humanities and Philosophy (among others), with a minor in Mythology.  I have worked with Asatru for several years, when I was younger, and am degreed in the Jolian (Celtic/ Eclectic/ 1734) Tradition and in the Draconian (Welsh Celtic / Wysardan) Tradition.  In two thousand one, we branched from our parent Dracon