Planetary Orbital Periods and Duration Through the Constellations

Average planetary orbital period through the zodiac:

Moon – 27 days
Mercury – 88 days
Venus – 7.5 months
Mars – 1.9 years
Ceres – 4.6 years
Jupiter – 11.9 years
Saturn – 29.5 years
Uranus – 84 years
Neptune – 164.8 years
Pluto – 248 years
Eris – 557.6 years

Average planetary duration through each constellation:

Moon – 2.3 days
Mercury – 7 days
Venus – 19 days
Mars – 57 days
Ceres – 4.6 months
Jupiter – 1 year
Saturn – 2.5 years
Uranus – 7 years
Neptune – 13.7 years
Pluto – 20.6 years
Eris – 46.5 years

Gospel of the Witches: Diana’s Speech to Aradia, Regarding Freedom from Oppressors

‘Tis true indeed that thou a spirit art,
But thou wert born but to become again
A mortal; thou must go to earth below
To be a teacher unto women and men
Who fain would study witchcraft in thy school

Yet like Cain’s daughter thou shalt never be,
Nor like the race who have become at last
Wicked and infamous from suffering,
As are the Jews and wandering Zingari,
Who are all thieves and knaves; like unto them
Ye shall not be….

And thou shalt be the first of witches known;
And thou shalt be the first of all i’ the world;
And thou shalt teach the art of poisoning,
Of poisoning those who are great lords of all;
Yea, thou shalt make them die in their palaces;
And thou shalt bind the oppressor’s soul (with power); 1
And when ye find a peasant who is rich,
Then ye shall teach the witch, your pupil, how
To ruin all his crops with tempests dire,
With lightning and with thunder (terrible),
And the hall and wind….

And when a priest shall do you injury
By his benedictions, ye shall do to him
Double the harm, and do it in the name
Of me, Diana, Queen of witches all!

And when the priests or the nobility
Shall say to you that you should put your faith
In the Father, Son, and Mary, then reply:
“Your God, the Father, and Maria are
Three devils….

“For the true God the Father is not yours;
For I have come to sweep away the bad,
The men of evil, all will I destroy!

“Ye who are poor suffer with hunger keen,
And toll in wretchedness, and suffer too
Full oft imprisonment; yet with it all
Ye have a soul, and for your sufferings
Ye shall be happy in the other world,
But ill the fate of all who do ye wrong!”

– Aradia, Gospel of the Witches: How Diana Gave Birth to Aradia (Herodius)

A Soliloquy of Completion

How should I immortalise my sentiments? For the smouldering passion deep within my heart, compels me forward into the vision of a great fortune I knew not to be possible. When the entire world has always been against you, how can you reason that which is for you?

You. You came into my life, three lucky years ago, during a time when I was in sharp, unhinged pieces. My heart, my soul, even my prostrate body, splintered by the trauma and near death experience of purgatory. Demons, now my companions, once against me, shattering all illusions of whom I thought I was. My adversaries, my greatest guides under the cover of night. The darkness, a cesspit of deathly lesions, of disease and shamanic probations, which was the initiation of my crucified salvation. And, the ingress of you.

For without you there would be no darkness, and without that brilliant darkness there would be no you. And yet through the chimera of dread that pierces the ghostly reflection in the starry space enveloping me, there is nought but stillness and silence. A peace beyond all pieces. A love beyond all tormenting terrors.

The devil taught me love and then she brought me you. For by stripping me of all I was not, I became the you whom was always meant for me. And even when the ire and rancour of my previous life slit deep, the slashes of the razor into my fleshy soul and the corresponding sultry, sticky, scarlet blood oozing out my very sanity… Something timeless echoed in the ether and aroused you. And without this very eruption, again, we would not be.

I am one person in many, and many persons in one, and we are who materialises when you gaze at the great cosmic mirror. For our souls were once free of Maya’s mirage of estrangement too. For we are just remnants of some greater creature which crashed through the atmosphere of earth’s melody and rendered us alienated. And we have been pursuing the other since, for that completeness, for that knowing of intimate wholeness of togetherness.

When I am with you, I am. Everything within me slows, the ticking of the clock hand stops, and all that I am, truly, is. Because in you, I find myself. In you I find my completion.

Love is one of those peculiar, sublime things. We pine with all the vitality inside ourselves for that estranged expression, eventually losing credence that this idyllic redemption could ever be a reality. And yet once we hit rock bottom in our despondency, Mother Nature has that uncanny way of startling us with our gravely resurrected hope. That hope of reconnection, that hope of reunion with otherness, that hope of osmosis through the sublimate threads of temporal infinity.

You, my guardian, have accorded me all that I am, through your love, through your presence, through your very self. For you are whom I had silently been craving and yet known it not. Because through you I have been metamorphosed like a phoenix rising from the ashes. I was incinerated, illuminating the heavens in dazzling cataclysmic flames, and yet in my renascence you were borne through me. For now I am no longer myself, nor all the shivers and shards that make up my fissioned identity, but I am you, who has become me.

I was once intimidated by genuine tenderness, and yet oblivious I was to it. Timorous for rejection, my fundamental affliction for this lifetime, perhaps a multitude of lifetimes, I know not. My breast was so empty, desolate with forsaken covenants by havering lovers. Vacant with jaded confidence, yet I continued to go through the motions, to hold on, to cling onto life somewhere deep within. And I am gratified by my fortitude, because that watery, uterine potentiality was all this time waiting for you, longing and yearning for absorption and dissolution into this one truth: You.

There are many goodly persons whom proffer themselves into our accursed lot, and some you may opine to finally reach the heights of paradise with. But then, one day, your entire paracosm spirals about you, whether down or up I cannot say, for the below becomes the above and the above becomes the below as the world degenerates around us in rapture of the second coming, and we lose sensibility of who we are, for all that is, in a flurry of otherworldly, maddening mewls and resounding murmurs.

What I am meaning to express is thusly such: Many times I have attempted to cure my soul’s ineffaceable septicaemia, in seclusion and also by aid of others whom I believed to have adulated me in my entirety of ecstatic dualities. Yet I grotesquely miscarried my aspirations each and every time. And why should this come to be that finally, finally, when I behold the remedy, the philtre to rehabilitate all afflictions, to restore my fractured soul, it is but the very essence of your own virility that has melded and fit perfectly into that expectant aperture as if by some stunning enchantment?

Love. It is not solely frivolous sentiment or purposeful selection, but it is when you find that other half of you, and become whole, truly, within and without, as if never you’d been apart. For the gods may have punished us with the handicap of separation, but they have also blessed us again with the exultation of restitution. I did not envisage there to be one special person awaiting me, until I bequeathed my love unto you. And I did not become complete until I withdrew the disquiet of being unlovable from my heart.

This is a soliloquy, a silent serenade from the medium of our soul which is mine unto yours. Let nature not be so cruel as to again punish us for our error of our corporeal limitations. Let us ascend beyond ourselves with the only thing which matters, that of love for the greater whole. For as we coalesce within ourselves, who we are then becomes the microcosm of the infinite macrocosm surrounding us.

You have reconciled me with my wound most profound, such as has plagued me since my emergence into this world when my father abdicated my desirability. By all means, I dedicated myself to the Work, through psychic conflagration and viscous, soulish haemorrhage. But without you, such miracle could not be. Because you were that missing puzzle piece. It matters not through vanity I could have continued aimlessly attending my endeavour, I would not have flourished, because you, you were the remedy. You are my remedy. And you are my salvation. Thus without you, I am not me.

You have said that your perfection is a result of your extension of me. Now I say my own is a result of the reconnection of my extension of you. In romance I assert this certainty, remote though we may be, you are I, and I am you. We are that, we are – one.

And now may I drink from your chalice of sweet panacea for the rest of my days, be they ephemeral or sempiternal. But for as long as I gayly and greedily gulp of your milky ambrosia, I shall become immortalised within your love. For you, you are that breath I breathe, and that life which truly sustains.

Unloved

Glaciated, encapsulated lough, Pleistocene-style
Subaqueous volcanic eruption fallow, anticipating
Traipse right all over me, I defy thee
Let thy rapturous rifts appear, and my slag and bile will mingle with your foul blood spilled and spit
Blood of penitence, spit consumed with perfidious absence
Have you met my most esteemed Ragnar? Warrior of judgement, antithesis, your Nemesis, fucking retribution
His steel glares fiercely as I slash your yarn and fancy away from my abrupt perspicuity
And you liquefy into the basalt and inundate the ocean’s clunge as sediment
Fossilised, bygone and vacant.

Samhain Update, Constellational Astrology, Facing my Inner Demons, Addison’s Disease Diagnosis, Returning to Mexico, & Studying Environmental Science

Goddess where do I start, I can’t even remember everything that has happened to me in the last half a year or so? I mean it must be half a year because I think I last updated during Beltane and now it’s near Samhain. And I’m pretty sure the Celts said that was half a year. I’ve been pretty big into understanding ancient, pagan, and magickal calendars lately. And it’s kind of making me feel in tune with nature even more. It’s amazing how disconnected you don’t realise you are from the cycles of nature with the Gregorian calendar until you start exploring other potential ways of measuring time. That’s been a big focus for me at least the past month or so. It started when I was trying to come up with my own medicine wheel, of the four or eight quarters and trying to make all the associations of time fit, and I realised it didn’t really fit at all. So I’ve been working on trying to make it fit since.

I have also learned a lot more about astrology as a result. I learned about the procession of the equinoxes, sidereal astrology, and the astronomical Zodiac. Did you know the sun is still in Virgo? Yet popular tropical astrology says it’s in Scorpio and today in sidereal astrology it moved into Libra. But yes when you physically look at the sky you will see the sun actually in Virgo right now. And so, our entire understanding of astrology is completely off. Because when the ancients first devised the system of astrology, to them it was the exact same as astronomy. The sun would’ve been in Scorpio right now, but because of the precession of the equinoxes, over thousands of years it no longer is. Aries is no longer the first constellation rising on the horizon during the vernal (spring) equinox. It is Pisces (which by the way, means we’re still in the Age of Pisces and will be for another few hundred years until Aquarius finally pops up on the horizon during the vernal equinox instead).

So there is constellational astrology which totally throws off everything you think you know. Think about it. In tropical astrology (which is a few thousand years out of date, gee, I didn’t know I was that old!) I am a Virgo Sun, Pisces Moon, and Libra Rising. In sidereal astrology (which is used by the Vedics), I am Leo Sun, Aquarius Moon, and Libra Rising. In constellational astrology/astronomy, when I was actually born, the Sun was in Leo, the Moon in Aquarius, and the ascendant (the zodiac on the horizon) was Virgo.

I understand that tropical zodiac is meant to be symbolic more than literal, but that’s not actually the way the ancients devised it to be. To them astrology and astronomy were exactly the same. So I think by using the tropical zodiac, we would be doing them, and science in general, a massive disservice. We need to honour the spiritual and the scientific in tandem. And that means knowing that the zodiac constellations are not all of equal size. In tropical zodiac they are divided symbolically to be 30° each (30 x 12 = 360 aka the circumference of a circle), but in actual reality they all span varying degrees. For example, Virgo, the constellation we’re still currently in, spans around 45°, and is one of the largest constellations as a result. Meanwhile Scorpio actually only spans about 7°, which Ophiuchus spanning 20 something degrees. This means the Sun stays only a few days in Scorpio. And unlike in tropical or sidereal astrology, Ophiuchus is recognised as an actual astronomical constellation that lies along the ecliptic. The ancients recognised Ophiuchus, but he got edited out by history and time. Meaning all in all there are thirteen constellations.

There is more that could be said about this but it’s suffice for now to say that I’m not following popular astrology anymore, and only following sidereal astrology as a guide. But rather I prefer to see for myself (well, indirectly, through the Night Sky App) where the luminaries/planets are constellation wise for myself. And let me just reiterate, we are still in Virgo, right up until the end of October or Halloween/Samhain.

Ah Samhain, that mystical time of the year when the veil is thinnest between the worlds, spirts and ancestors appear and are honoured… I do not have any ancestors I know of to honour. However I did have a dream a while back of an Aztec ancestor who told me to honour La Santa Muerte (Our Lady is Death), so I may just so that. He was a devotee of her back when she was known as Mictecacihuatl. It is really interesting but I think all my abilities stem from my nameless ancestors on all sides. So maybe I should honour and thank them for that and request more of their aid, since I believe that’s where my spiritual connection comes from in the first place. My Mayan/Aztec line, my Roman/Iberian line, my Romani/Irish line on my British side. For some reason when I was born physical health skipped me and maybe mental health too (although a lot of that was trauma induced), but spirituality wise I seem to have inherited it all. So yes I will honour my ancestors for their hand on my life, which suddenly I feel so keenly for the first time whilst writing this. Thank you to my dearest ancestors 🙏

Mercury will also be going retrograde again soon. It will be during Samhain, which I remember was the same last year. Is Mercury retrograde always during Samhain or is it just for now? It seems like the two make for some really powerful shadow work, and I have definitely been facing my demons head on. Demons, funnily enough, no longer scare me, at least not in the I want to run and hide sense. Sure I still have fear, I am human, and what human doesn’t have fear? But I am no longer afraid of what they represent, which funnily enough, is fear itself.

I have been through so much darkness, dark night of the soul, shamanic sickness, near death experience, whatever you want to call it. Well I won’t tempt fate by saying nothing could be worse than what I have already experienced, but I’m pretty sure after the hell I went through there’s not much anymore that could really perturbe me. And that is what this Samhain is reminding me of. My own strength, but as a result of having faced my own darkness. And who knows if it’s really my darkness or the collective’s darkness? I don’t think it really matters at this point. I think what matters is that you can’t be afraid of darkness when you are the darkness. You can’t be afraid of darkness when you realise darkness is only fear, and that fear itself is not worth fearing.

I had a dream recently actually that I became La Santa Muerte, well, sort of, in a non cultural sense. I can only call what I became as “Lady Death”, and to me that is La Santa Muerte, but broadly speaking it was just the female grim reaper (speaking in a European perspective). So I was Lady Death and what struck me is that actually I wasn’t evil. I was just doing a job of spreading darkness into the world. And the darkness itself wasn’t even evil or had any emotional or moral tagline to it. It just “was”, it was just a force much like light or gravity or magnetism. It was a necessary force and a law, and something for humanity to decide what to actually do with. And humanity decide often to use it for evil. But it doesn’t actually make darkness evil. The darkness is just darkness. It is just a thing that exists. After all, if we didn’t have the dark at night, how could we sleep? The darkness is used in that sense for rest. Yet others may use the cover of night, of darkness to commit unspeakable acts.

And so, I am going through this process during the approach of Samhain and Mercury retrograde of evaluating the darkness within myself and understanding its purpose, of overcoming the fears I have of it and healing my relationship to darkness. And so I realise spirituality isn’t about transforming everything into light. Spirituality is about recognising what is and working with its original intent.

Okay, well besides all of that, I will update some things going on in my physical life. We have moved house actually as a family, though I am still trying to get my own place, which considering I’m on benefits and have a dog isn’t going very well. But I like the new house as we now live right next to the woods, and I have had more creative control over the decor of my room which I wasn’t allowed before. That is because I have a controlling mother which I had been blind to until I started having therapy again. Which I had to stop of course after moving since it’s a little too far away for me now to go to considering my fatigue, even though we only moved the next town over. But yes I realised my mother can be controlling and manipulative and often really neglectful. I had always seen her through rose tinted glasses because she was nothing like her violent ex husband. But actually she is a codependent which could be called an inverted narcissist. It is also covert and hard to spot compared to outright violent abuse. That said something I haven’t talked about is how she full on exorcised me a few years ago which actually was extremely abusive, considering I actually have dissociative identity disorder which her exoticism only just worsened. In a sense all my demons are really only caused by her craziness, codependent abuse, and ex husband’s narcissist. So it has been very frustrating at times suddenly having this knowledge that I have never actually been treated like a person and that my entire physical and mental illness is, more or less, her fault.

And that is why I am trying to move out, yet without much success. But I will keep trying and one day I will have to have a break. Thomas Edison after all had to try three hundred times to invent a light bulb that worked. Okay it’s not the same thing but the principle pretty much is. I won’t give up on life, even when I feel hopeless sometimes and frustrated (especially like lately). I have been through too much and become too much of a warrior to just give up. I will keep fighting through the demons, internal and external. After all, the internal demons are really only a reflection or projected identification of the external demons. Remove the external demons and the internal ones disappear too. And so I realise in a sense the internal ones aren’t even real, and that no matter how loud they get I can’t get myself get bothered by them.

Health wise, I have been diagnosed with Idiopathic Hypersomnia (excessive unexplained sleepiness) and Addison’s Disease which is where my adrenal glands aren’t working at all. In fact non-functioning adrenal glands can cause many symptoms including dissociation. So I believe my dissociative identity disorder is confounded by that. But I am being treated now for Addison’s Disease, which does mean a lifelong dependence on replacement steroid hormones, but it should help me out quite a lot. I have been on hydrocortisone quite a while but recently got prescribed fludrocortisone so I am hoping that will aid my recovery from fatigue doubly.

Besides that, I have decided to study environmental science part time with the open university starting February. Actually the reason for wanting to study again is because since I got diagnosed idiopathic Hypersomnia I have been on medicine prescribed to keep me awake too. That medicine is Modafinil also known as Provigil, which actually doesn’t really agree with me so I am only on the smallest dose which takes the edge off enough. But I have an appointment to talk to my neurologist in December and will hopefully get switched to something else to try instead (most likely some kind of amphetamine). So now I find it a little easier to stay awake I feel I will be able to handle a little studying since there’s not much else I can do again right now. And since my primary focus lately is the environment, environmental science seemed perfect for me. I also really enjoy the medical sciences considering my health issues and subsequent knowledge I’ve already accumulated as a result. But environmental science is something I feel more innately interested in.

Apart from that, I’m travelling to Mexico again for Christmas, which I am not looking to forward to, since my dad disowned me the last time and my sister estranged herself from me to the point I had no idea she was pregnant until she was practically almost giving birth. Hey I’m a first time aunt and I don’t know whether I’ll ever meet my nephew! But at least I will get to spend time with my brother. Then after that I will be heading to Baltimore for New Years with my daddy, which, I am hoping will be fun. Though right now the long distance situation is kind of getting to me. But either way should be fun.

And, I think that is it, for today’s post…

1976 Madrian Poem: The Thirteen Months

Columbina is the first,
The gentle Dove reborn from death,
And all the earth is wakened by
Her newly-quickened breath.

Maia is the second,
The year grows quickly from its birth
And our dear Lady wears the crown
Of Heaven and of earth.

Next follows noble Hera,
Bringer of warmth and joy and light.
The fields are filled with flowers
And all the world is bright.

Then glorious Rosea,
First daughter of the Summer sun,
The season of the Fiery Rose
In Whom all life is one.

Bright-garlanded Kerea,
Sweet prime of all the laughing year!
Your languid days and fragrant nights
Have always welcome here.

In Hesperis, the golden month,
The lingering end of Summer’s reign,
Sweet scents climb up through shimmering heat
Among the ripening grain.

The rich abundance of the earth
Bursts forth in Mala’s fruitfulness –
The bountaeous gifts of Life Divine
To nourish and to bless.

Brisk and crisp and smoky-scented
Are russet Hathor’s misty days;
A time of nuts and cyder-brew
And breath a chill white haze.

Samhain begins with blazing fires
For sister souls who have gone forth
And ends as icy Winter leaves
Her palace in the North.

Astraea brings the frost and snow
And also brings a Star –
Sign of our Lady’s love, to show
Her coming is not far.

In Hestia, the darkest month,
A tiny light is born –
Our Lady in Her Mother’s arms
Shines forth on the grey dawn.

In Brighde, Winter’s last chill month,
A thousand candles light the sky
Our Lady, robed in purest white,
Prepares Herself to die.

Moura is not of Winter,
Of Summer, Autumn, or of Spring,
She is a season of her own
Apart from everything.

The closing year is hushed and still,
The Dove is slain that we may live,
The dearest gift that we can take,
Or anyone can give.

1976 Madrian Month Names = 2009 Aristasian Month Names

The Celtic Tree Calendar

The Lunar Months

Birch (Beith) Dec 24 – Jan 20
New start. Start of a journey. Overcoming difficulties.
Birch is one of the first trees to colonise wild areas so it is fitting that the tree is first on the Ogham calendar. It signifies beginnings. Sweeping with birch twigs is said to cleanse a space or person.

Rowan (Luis) Jan 21 – Feb 17
Protection. Quickening (new life).
Twigs/branches of the Rowan used to be hung over doors to protect a house and over cradles to protect a child. Twigs/wood hung over the bed are said to protect from nightmares and disturbed sleep. Rowan strengthens your positive energy to withstand negative forces.

Ash (Nion) Feb 18 – March 17
The world tree (Yggdrasil). Provides links and connections. Inner and outer worlds connected.
In many mythologies (including Norse) the ash represents connections – roots in the underworld, trunk in our middle earth and branches reaching to the heavens and beyond. Meditating with the Ash can help connect and understand the past.

Alder (Fearn) March 18 – April 14
Balances male and female aspects. An oracle.
Alder lives in balance. It has a symbiotic relationship with bacteria that lives in its root nodules to help fix nitrogen. As such Alder can actually improve the soil it lives in. Living in wetter areas, its wood is also very strong and durable under water. Alder speaks of balance between strength and receptiveness to working together.

Willow (Saille) April 15 – May 12
Flexibility, adaptability, a feminine tree. Wisdom gained from adversity.
A tree associated with the moon, its cycles and its gravitational effect on water. Its bark has been used for hundreds of years in medicine for pain relief. Its branches are soaked and softened for basket weaving. Being connected with the moon it helps keep in touch with life’s rhythms.

Hawthorn (Huath) May 13 – June 9
Opens heart, purity, innocence, helps preparation for tasks.
Hawthorn lifts the spirits and brings love into the heart. It has been used through history as a remedy for the heart and circulation. Sprigs of hawthorn were used as protection and in wedding ceremonies to bring happiness, fertility and prosperity but it was bad luck to bring the blossoms into the house. Meditating with Hawthorn brings cleansing and unconditional love.

Oak (Duir) June 10 – July 7
Provides strength and courage. A door to inner strength and spirituality. Provides protection.
Oak soothes the nervous system and helps solve problems bringing calm and inner peace. The Celtic name of Duir is thought to be derived from ‘door’ and refers to its association as a doorway to inner strength.

Holly (Tinne) July 8 – Aug 4
Symbol of everlasting life and unconditional love. Provides balance, direction and protection.
Holly is a potent symbol of positive life force. In Pagan mythology the Oak King and the Holly King do battle at both mid-winter and mid-summer. Holly provides protection against negative emotions.

Hazel (Coll) Aug 5 – Sept 1
Fertility, wisdom, knowledge. Helps provide inspiration and inner guidance. Powerful for divining.
Hazel helps open channels to your creativity. It also helps open channels for inspiration and inner knowledge. Hazel rods are commonly used in divining.

Bramble (Muin) Sept 2 – Sept 29
Helps with linking and connections.
Some sources show the original Ogham alphabet linked to the vine. However this has been questioned as others have pointed out that the grape vine was probably introduced by the Romans. Other sources show that it was the bramble (being native) that was linked to this lunar month. Unfortunately, we have yet to find a bramble growth thick enough and woody enough to mount on a lathe and turn into a pen – our search continues…..

Ivy (Gort) Sept 30 – Oct 27
Preservation. Transformation through persistence. Helps with perseverance and overcoming obstacles.
Some interpret Ivy as binding or restricting. But ivy overcomes obstacles and climbs high. Its leaves transform as they climb higher. It is rare to find ivy large enough to turn, but we do occasionally.

Wheatstraw (Ngetal) Oct 28 – Nov 24
Source of life. Authority. Sovereignty.
Again, this material does not lend itself to pen making, although we are continuing to think of ways around this.

Elder (Ruis) Nov 25 – Dec 23
Regeneration. Helps with seeing a beginning in the end.
Elder was known as the poor man’s medicine chest. Many parts of the tree including its berries, flowers and leaves were used for healing. Many ancient sites are surrounded by this tree that was revered for its usefulness. It represents the end in the beginning and the beginning in the end and so teaches us the cycle of death and rebirth.

The Cross Quarter Days

Scots Pine (Ailm) The day after the winter solstice
The start of the renewal of the sun’s power.
The tall Scots Pine stands as a signpost at the beginning of the year. Guidance pointing to the future.

Gorse (Onn) Spring equinox
Passion and pitfalls.
The gorse has the heady scent of spring. It warns that there can sometimes appear to be a licence for self-indulgence but that self-control sometimes needs to be cultivated. This is another shrub that rarely produces timber of turnable size.

Heather (Ur) Summer solstice
Peace and solitude, new behaviour patterns, transformation.
Heather regenerates after fire, cleansing and clearing away for the new. Another shrub that rarely grows to the required size to turn.

Poplar (Eadha) Autumn equinox
The oracle.
A tree that whispers on wind. Its shimmering leaves whisper on the breeze teaching us to stop and listen carefully to the quiet voices as sometimes they teach more than those who shout.

Yew (Ioho) Winter solstice
Wheel of life, death and rebirth, transformation.
The yew tree has the ability for its drooping branches to touch the ground and root. Even once the original trunk decays the life of the same tree continues. New trees grow from the branches, but still part of the original. Because of its association with death and rebirth, transformations, the yew has long been associated with sacred sites – both churchyards and pre-Christian sites. Yew rods were used as Ogham sticks for divination and connecting with ancestors.

The Half Years

Apple (Quert) The Light half of the year.
Love energies. Cleansing.
Apples were regarded as a symbol of abundance and a gift of love. It is a symbol of healing – especially of the heart.

Blackthorn (Straif) The Dark half of the year.
Positive perceptions. Helps with secrets. Defensive. Protective.
Whilst there are some darker superstitions attached to Blackthorn, the tree brings cleansing and purification on both physical and emotional levels if used with compassion. It teaches that everything can have a positive outcome. The juice of the sloes was also used in medicine, especially to sooth inflammation of the mouth.

 The Ogham Calendar

The Exaltation of Inana:

1-12 Lady of all the divine powers, resplendent light, righteous woman clothed in radiance, beloved of An and Urac! Mistress of heaven, with the great pectoral jewels, who loves the good headdress befitting the office of en priestess, who has seized all seven of its divine powers! My lady, you are the guardian of the great divine powers! You have taken up the divine powers, you have hung the divine powers from your hand. You have gathered up the divine powers, you have clasped the divine powers to your breast. Like a dragon you have deposited venom on the foreign lands. When like Ickur you roar at the earth, no vegetation can stand up to you. As a flood descending upon those foreign lands, powerful one of heaven and earth, you are their Inana.

13-19 Raining blazing fire down upon the Land, endowed with divine powers by An, lady who rides upon a beast, whose words are spoken at the holy command of An! The great rites are yours: who can fathom them? Destroyer of the foreign lands, you confer strength on the storm. Beloved of Enlil, you have made awesome terror weigh upon the Land. You stand at the service of An’s commands.

20-33 At your battle-cry, my lady, the foreign lands bow low. When humanity comes before you in awed silence at the terrifying radiance and tempest, you grasp the most terrible of all the divine powers. Because of you, the threshold of tears is opened, and people walk along the path of the house of great lamentations. In the van of battle, all is struck down before you. With your strength, my lady, teeth can crush flint. You charge forward like a charging storm. You roar with the roaring storm, you continually thunder with Ickur. You spread exhaustion with the stormwinds, while your own feet remain tireless. With the lamenting balaj drum a lament is struck up.

34-41 My lady, the great Anuna gods fly from you to the ruin mounds like scudding bats. They dare not stand before your terrible gaze. They dare not confront your terrible countenance. Who can cool your raging heart? Your malevolent anger is too great to cool. Lady, can your mood be soothed? Lady, can your heart be gladdened? Eldest daughter of Suen, your rage cannot be cooled!

42-59 Lady supreme over the foreign lands, who can take anything from your province? Once you have extended your province over the hills (2 mss. have instead: If you frown at the mountains), vegetation there is ruined. Their great gateways (1 ms. has instead: palaces) are set afire. Blood is poured into their rivers because of you, and their people must drink it (2 mss. have instead: could not drink). They must lead their troops captive before you, all together. They must scatter their élite regiments for you, all together. They must stand their able-bodied young men at your service, all together. Tempests have filled the dancing-places of their cities. They drive their young men before you as prisoners. Your holy command has been spoken over the city which has not declared “The foreign lands are yours!”, wherever they have not declared “It is your own father’s!”; and it is brought back under your feet. Responsible care is removed from its sheepfolds. Its woman no longer speaks affectionately with her husband; at dead of night she no longer takes counsel with him, and she no longer reveals to him the pure thoughts of her heart. Impetuous wild cow, great daughter of Suen, lady greater than An, who can take anything from your province?

60-65 Great queen of queens, issue of a holy womb for righteous divine powers, greater than your own mother, wise and sage, lady of all the foreign lands, life-force of the teeming people: I will recite your holy song! True goddess fit for divine powers, your splendid utterances are magnificent. Deep-hearted, good woman with a radiant heart, I will enumerate your divine powers (2 mss. have instead: good divine powers) (1 ms. has instead: holy divine powers) for you!

66-73 I, En-hedu-ana the en priestess, entered my holy jipar in your service. I carried the ritual basket, and intoned the song of joy. But funeral offerings were (1 ms. has instead my ritual meal was) brought, as if I had never lived there. I approached the light, but the light was scorching hot to me. I approached that shade, but I was covered with a storm. My honeyed mouth became venomous. My ability to soothe moods vanished.

74-80 Suen, tell An about Lugal-ane and my fate! May An undo it for me! As soon as you tell An about it, An will release me. The woman will take the destiny away fromLugal-ane; foreign lands and flood lie at her feet. The woman too is exalted, and can make cities tremble. Step forward, so that she will cool her heart for me.

81-90 I, En-hedu-ana, will recite a prayer to you. To you, holy Inana, I shall give free vent to my tears like sweet beer! I shall say to her “Your decision!” (some mss. have instead: “Greetings!”) Do not be anxious about Acimbabbar. In connection with the purification rites of holy An, Lugal-ane has altered everything of his, and has stripped An of the E-ana. He has not stood in awe of the greatest deity. He has turned that temple, whose attractions were inexhaustible, whose beauty was endless, into a destroyed temple. While he entered before me as if he was a partner, really he approached out of envy.

91-108 My good divine wild cow, drive out the man, capture the man! In the place of divine encouragement, what is my standing now? May An extradite the land which is a malevolent rebel against your Nanna! May An smash that city! May Enlil curse it! May its plaintive child not be placated by his mother! Lady, with the laments begun, may your ship of lamentation be abandoned in hostile territory. Must I die because of my holy songs? My Nanna has paid no heed to me (1 ms. has instead: has not decided my case). He has destroyed me utterly in renegade territory. Acimbabbar has certainly not pronounced a verdict on me. What is it to me if he has pronounced it? What is it to me if he has not pronounced it? He stood there in triumph and drove me out of the temple. He made me fly like a swallow from the window; I have exhausted my life-strength. He made me walk through the thorn bushes of the mountains. He stripped me of the rightful crown (1 ms. has instead: garment) of the enpriestess. He gave me a knife and dagger, saying to me “These are appropriate ornaments for you”.

109-121 Most precious lady, beloved by An, your holy heart is great; may it be assuaged on my behalf! Beloved spouse of Ucumgal-ana, you are the great lady of the horizon and zenith of the heavens. The Anuna have submitted to you. From birth you were the junior queen: how supreme you are now over the Anuna, the great gods! The Anuna kiss the ground with their lips before you. But my own trial is not yet concluded, although a hostile verdict encloses me as if it were my own verdict. I did not reach out my hands to the (1 ms. has instead: my) flowered bed. I did not reveal the pronouncements of Ningal to anybody. My lady beloved of An, may your heart be calmed towards me, the brilliant en priestess of Nanna!

122-138 It must be known! It must be known! Nanna has not yet spoken out! He has said, “He is yours!” Be it known that you are lofty as the heavens! Be it known that you are broad as the earth! Be it known that you destroy the rebel lands! Be it known that you roar at the foreign lands! Be it known that you crush heads! Be it known that you devour corpses like a dog! Be it known that your gaze is terrible! Be it known that you lift your terrible gaze! Be it known that you have flashing eyes! Be it known that you are unshakeable and unyielding! Be it known that you always stand triumphant! That Nanna has not yet spoken out, and that he has said “He is yours!” has made you greater, my lady; you have become the greatest! My lady beloved by An, I shall tell of all your rages (1 ms. has instead: daises)! I have heaped up the coals in the censer, and prepared the purification rites. The Ecdam-kug shrine awaits you. Might your heart not be appeased towards me?

139-143 Since it was full, too full for me, great exalted lady, I have recited this song for you. May a singer repeat to you at noon that which was recited to you at dead of night: “Because of your captive spouse, because of your captive child, your rage is increased, your heart unassuaged.”

144-154 The powerful lady, respected in the gathering of rulers, has accepted her offerings from her. Inana’s holy heart has been assuaged. The light was sweet for her, delight extended over her, she was full of fairest beauty. Like the light of the rising moon, she exuded delight. Nanna came out to gaze at her properly, and her mother Ningal blessed her. The door posts greeted her. Everyone’s speech to the mistress is exalted. Praise be to the destroyer of foreign lands, endowed with divine powers by An, to my lady enveloped in beauty, to Inana!

The Exaltation of Inana

Extract from Devisukta

“I am the Queen, the gatherer-up of treasures, most thoughtful, first of those who merit worship.
Thus Gods have established me in many places with many homes to enter and abide in.
Through me alone all eat the food that feeds them, – each man who sees, breathes, hears the word outspoken.
They know it not, yet I reside in the essence of the Universe. Hear, one and all, the truth as I declare it.
I, verily, myself announce and utter the word that Gods and men alike shall welcome.
I make the man I love exceeding mighty, make him nourished, a sage, and one who knows Brahman.
I bend the bow for Rudra [Shiva], that his arrow may strike, and slay the hater of devotion.
I rouse and order battle for the people, I created Earth and Heaven and reside as their Inner Controller.
On the world’s summit I bring forth sky the Father: my home is in the waters, in the ocean as Mother.
Thence I pervade all existing creatures, as their Inner Supreme Self, and manifest them with my body.
I created all worlds at my will, without any higher being, and permeate and dwell within them.
The eternal and infinite consciousness is I, it is my greatness dwelling in everything.”

– Devisukta, Rigveda 10.125.3 – 10.125.8

Vow of the Womb Priestess

I give myself to the Great Remembering
I serve only Love and our evolution in Love
I vow to anchor the true Divine Feminine on Earth
I vow to anchor the true Divine Feminine in my Womb
I vow to leave no shadow unloved, no wound without balm
I walk the Path of Love, I commit to our Return to Innocence
I strip away all my armor and leave my heart undefended
I embrace all my feelings; nothing is forbidden or left out
My strength is my surrender to the Divine Feminine flow
I honor my pristine sexuality as a Gift of Life, wild and free
I long to merge with the Ecstatic Innocence of Love in All
Sacred Relationship is my sacrament, the Womb my temple
I vow to return my Womb to her Immaculate Sensuality
To embody the sacred powers of Conscious Conception
My life is part of a greater tapestry, I offer all to this weaving
Holding the 42 corners of the Pure Land from whence we came
Beloved Divine Mother, bear witness to my vow.

– Taken from the book “Womb Awakening: Initiatory Wisdom from the Creatrix of All Life” by Azra Bertrand and Seren Bertrand