Hangatyr's OfferingHangatýr's OfferingThe wind was strong this high up, and it blew around him relentlessly.His quest for knowledge had brought him here, and his destiny waited restlessly.To rule the Nine Worlds, he needed to know the many secrets that one could not learn for free.In order to be worthy of this, Óðinn impaled himself with Gungnir, and hung from Yggdeasill, that juicy Tree.As the nine sunny days turned to nine chilling nights, the pain wracked his body endlessly.The sacrifice he made, himself unto himself, showed his devotion to ruling selflessly.As his vision blurred, a miracle occurred, right before Hangatýr-Óðinn's very eyes.Ar
Pagan Book Review: Volume 1 PLEASE see the Full Table of Contents (link in the side bar) for the full list of books, these reviews will cover alot more then just modern witchcraft it just so happens that is all I cover in the first volume, other books on divination, correspondences, and other paths will be covered as well Hello everyone! So as the title says this is going to be a Pagan book review! I was originally going to do all the books at once but I decided to break it down into volumes of four. Here we go. Fair Warning: I may be a terrible critic, don't complain if you get a book and hate it these are all my opinions (mostly.)The format of the review will be as follows:Title By Author-Stars (out of 5)-PhotoSummaryReviewSimple pro list:bulletred:Simple con list:bulletorange:Final Recommendation:wizardhat: Contents-How to Become a Witch by Amber K and Azre
This Pagan Man's PlightThis Pagan Man's PlightWhy must I abide with this conversion?Why should I have to change how I live?When was my faith in the Gods an unholy perversion?To whom, my devotion and offerings, should I instead give?You say that your almighty God is kind,And you also say that his love is beyond beautiful.But all I see you do is push his teachings upon my mind,As if my faith in him and his son should already be unconditional.Why should I change, for what is your righteous reason?Or is there none to be found but a blade at my throat?Or maybe, for not abiding, you can charge me with high treason.Perhaps you could burn my home do
The Olympian Project IHecate Vêtue d’ombres finescomment pourrait-elle cacherlongtemps sa clartéDressed in shadows sheerhow could she be hiding herluster for so long Hermes Cunning on winged feetgods and men alike should beststrive for your favorRuse aux pieds ailéshommes et dieux feraient biend’avoir ta faveur All rights reserved Frantz & Halcyon Shores
18-The SunHe illuminates the mind,parting shadows, makes the path clear,trust yourself to take the next step,all is foreseen, the way laid out awaiting, doubt ebbs away, embrace your higher thought for nothing can stand within your way, as long as you stay true to yourself and trust within the light which leadsyou forward.
Little ThingsLittle ThingsWe are exactly what we thinkand what we thinkaccumulates energy that brings the best resultThis energy reflects our interior,reflects our philosophy,our dreams and our habits...Being open to comprehension this fact is the first step for a life more productive in every waySoLittle things makes great differencea smile...a pleasure...a relief...Makes all differenceDoesn't matter what is happening now in your lifeBe cold and take control from factsOur life is a psychological gameAnd everything is carefully architected by intelligent mindLittle things makes great differencea candy...a music...a complime
Crooked PathI dance out into the night, under gaze of soft moon-light. In a wild run, an enchanted flight, seeking such wondrous sights. I walk the crooked path with care, I trust my mind to try judge fair. Though my heart may worry overmuch, I will do what I must.I have tread near forests edge, now cross in two, into the hedge. Into the dark, I seek and find, the road is faded but marked fine. I welcome shadows of the wood, my fated steps fall as they should.Both worlds I seek and see as one, what I willed, I now become.I know that my road will be so, as above, so too below.
The Wiles and Trials of Utgardaloki-Fjalarr Part 1The Wiles and Trials of Útgarðaloki-FjalarrPart One: The EncounterSouth from the great Ýsetr, the flaming land of Útgarðr lied.Without his famed chariot, Ökuþórr journeyed there with his friends.The Élivágar is their famous path, and ashore their river-ride ends.Þjalfi, the son of Egill, then notes the shortage of their supplies.In the darkness of night, a massive structure loomed into their view.The doorway was the size of the entire building, and five hallways were inside.After settling for the night, the earth shook, as if the ground a blade did hew.Frightened, the group took the middle hallway for shelter, but Ásaþórr di
BlodeuweddBlodeuweddThe Sun has returned, there can be no doubt,As my garden now shags full of tomatoes and carrot tops.The world smells damp and warm and heavy with black earth And the light's wakefulness outstrips my own.And I should be happy, I suppose,For birdsong and leaves and aspiring vegetables,For long days and warm nights and the end of want.Really I should. But I can only be sad for the Bradford pearsThat stand in hundreds, feral, in the bottoms.I can hardly fathom their bravery, The first to defy the bite of winterAs they unfurl their small, white blossoms.It seems absurd that something so delicate Could push back the frost, as heros.My heros. Now I watch their petals fall like snow.They shed their armor, defeated, subdued,And we are left without our blossoms,The hope of spring lost to the certainty of summer.I know now how Lleu felt when Blodeuwedd stepped out,Like the lights have gone out, leaving only the long ride,And I grieve for a
Moonlight )O(Moonlight )O(Here in my parallel universeIn my magical mindI hear youI feel youI am youMy friendMy motherMy goddessWith its divine lightI walk safely through the darknessMy soul sees clearly my destinyBecause you're my visionMy friendMy motherMy goddessIn my magical mindI am youAnd you it's me.
AngelThy hand is coldMy heart is sadOne last kiss on thy lipsI will always love you my angel
Rome. Alexandria. Gaul. Babylon. Sumeria.What once was sea is now desert,what once was land is now sea,entire cities lie under the ocean,yet the human says, how invincible are we!We, epoch of all civilization!We, the greatest of all human incarnation!Nature laughs and bides her time,sing-songing, "all is mine, all is mine".The forest topples and rots,the mountain erodes and crumbles,the river sours and driesbut human arrogance never stumbles.We, smartest of all the creatures!We, builders of nations and seekers!Nature laughs and bides her time,sing-songing, "all is mine, all is mine".We bombers.We breakers.We destroyers.We makers.We life givers -life takers.
Darkness Untold I write the story of a god that was more of a man than most. Because he could spread Chaos where the rest of the universe tried to order it, control it, turn it into pillars and scales and great halls of golden columns where all could stay and be civilized. What they did was build themselves upon unstable ground. They built themselves upon the ever-mobile force upon which the universe was founded. It was this understanding that cursed him, this understanding that plagued him through eons of existence and poisoned him with a darkness conceivable to none.In general mythology it is said that Loki conned his way into becoming a god, that he wr
A PRAYERTo Those that Created Everything:I beseach thee to bless - those that serve those that make living bearable those that make new things from old that make new things from nothing
Essence Of LifeEssence Of LifeLife is very simple in your essence;us that we make the life complicated!You give love...love receivesYou give loyalty...loyalty receivesYou give confidence...confidence receivesYou choose your experiencesTheir beliefsTheir struggles of lifeIt's a simple concept to understandbecause everything depends on you all the timeYou know when someone is not good for youYou know when the situation is uncomfortable for youAnd everything you need to doIt's allow yourself to feel goodIt's allow yourself to beNot matter what or whoIt's only thatYour happiness depends only of you.
Mermaid's DreamSwimming in an endless sea, Living under the water so free, Light above, Darkness below, Where it started, no one knows.Searching as I transcend, Willing to comprehend, What more could there be, Other than the endless sea.Is there another world above? It's inhabitants able to love?What would I give, To find a way to live, Out of the sea, If only it could be.I know not of that world, Its stories untold, beckoning me closer, Like a song from it's composer.Do I stay or do I swim? Lose some scales and gain more skin? Should I leave what I know behind, And seek out a brighter sky?
Lettuce LeafLettuce Leaf:Distinguished as,Insignificant.Wilted,Like so many greenery Images…Painted,Like none have seen, one full of vigor.To have died.And tossed aside…Never to be seen again.What a shame.
In these HallsIn these HallsThat breathe;Who Seethe.Their arms twining high,Leaves whisperingwith Strangled Cries.Mourning for Brother and Sister.Suffering aunt and uncleIn winds of bitter.They cry for the lost and broken;The ones by demons stolen.In these hallsThat breathe.Dwell the falling hopeOf dying fae.
Poeme du jour 7 / Daily poem 7 (and stop)Liées de feu et de vent- nos âmes d'Islande Tangled with fire and wind- our Icelandic soulsFrantz, 07 janvier 2013
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PLEASE see the Full Table of Contents (link in the side bar) for the full list of books, these reviews will cover alot more then just modern witchcraft it just so happens that is all I cover in the first volume, other books on divination, correspondences, and other paths will be covered as well 
these are all my opinions (mostly.)
The format of the review will be as follows:
Title By Author
Summary
Review
Simple pro list
