Archive for April 21st, 2011

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The Nine Blossoms of Blodeuwedd: Oak

April 21, 2011

Image Credit: mygreenaustralia.com

The Oak

by Lord Alfred Tennyson
 
Live thy life,
Young and old,
Like yon oak,
Bright in spring,
Living gold;
 
Summer-rich
Then; and then
Autumn-changed,
Soberer hued
Gold again.
 
All his leaves
Fall’n at length,
Look, he stands,
Trunk and bough,
Naked strength
 
knock knock

Image Credit: Walk this Way

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The Nine Blossoms of Blodeuwedd: Primrose

April 21, 2011

Primrose English Cowslip

Image Credit: A Lovely Garden

Primula veris (Cowslip; syn. Primula officinalis Hill) is a flowering plant in the genus Primula. The species is found throughout most of temperate Europe and Asia, and although absent from more northerly areas including much of northwest Scotland, it reappears in northernmost Sutherland and Orkney.

Correspondences

Planet: Venus

Element: Earth

Deity: Freya

Power: Protection, Love

The common name “cowslip” derives from the Old English cūslyppe meaning “cow dung”, probably because the plant was often found growing amongst the manure in cow pastures.

Folk names

Cuy lippe, Herb Peter, Paigle, Peggle, Key Flower, Key of Heaven, Fairy Cups, Petty Mulleins, Crewel, Buckles, Palsywort, Plumrocks, Mayflower, Password, Artetyke, Drelip, Our Lady’s Keys, Freya’s Keys, Arthritica, Cuy, Frauenchlussel, Lady’s Key, Lippe, Paralysio.

Because the flowers are thought to look like a bunch of keys hanging down, this plant is sometimes connected with unlocking secrets or finding hidden things. ~ Alchemy-works

Traditional uses

Cowslip flowers were traditionally used for making cowslip wine, cowslip mead and salads; the 19th century English botanist and illustrator, Anne Pratt, wrote of it:

In the midland and southern counties of England, a sweet and pleasant wine resembling the muscadel is made from the cowslip flower, and it is one of the most wholesome and pleasant of home-made wines, and slightly narcotic in its effects. In times when English wines were more used, every housewife in Warwickshire could produce her clear cowslip wine…the cowslip is still sold in many markets for this purpose, and little cottage girls still ramble the meadows during April and May in search of it…country people use it as a salad or boil it for the table.

Other Old English names for the plant were “paigle” and “drelip”. Cowslips were used in England as a garland on maypoles.

The cowslip is the County flower of three counties of England; Northamptonshire, Surrey, and Worcestershire.

Fire-of-Sun

Sun rules over prosperity and general protection. Choose Sun plants when you are looking for centering, doing money magic, or honoring aspects of the divine that are sun-associated. Sun plants often have sun-shaped flowers (daisies, for instance) or when ingested give a feeling of calm warmth (unlike the heating of Mars, which can lead to violent action).

Primrose English Cowslip, Hops, Marigold, Mistletoe, Sunflower, Pericon

Birds in Kaun formation

Image Credit: ulryka/RedBubble, Edinburgh, Scotland

The Sixth rune Kaun:

Primrose English Cowslip is connected to Kaun. The traditional meaning of Kaun is a torch, and that aspect, Kaun in a reading indicates knowledge revealed. As a torch lights a pathway, so does Kaun shed light on hidden reasons, underlying causes, unknown or unacknowledged aspects of the self, and hidden motives belonging either to the querent or another person who may be involved in the reading. Kaun’s element is fire, the fire of creation, the fire of inspiration, the spark of enthusiasm that gets a project going. [Adapted from Bewitching Ways.com]

Pretty Picture

“Kaun Rune”, original acrylic painting by Artist Raymond Bartlett

Vatican "coat-of-arms" garden ~ a wink

Image credit: Eve Astrid Andersson

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Now, why do you cry?

April 21, 2011

Here on our mountainside, all is still and all is fruitful under the western sun. Far below, I see that Father’s garden is in bloom. I see men leading a team of oxen from one fine field to another. Farther toward the sea, there sits on its rocky prominence the town of steep roofs and steep streets Seth and I have made our home. And there is our house of blue stone with a door of mossy green and beside it the small stable where Eio’s granddaughter will soon foal.

Eio has lived on. She who carries me each day to our cave stands even now in the sun, flicking her tufted tail.

Over these thirty years, Simon Peter has kept his word. I am as nothing in the stories they tell of Yeshu. But as it was not then, it is not now of any importance. I am a woman and women are used to such things.

Though we did once meet a certain Paul of Tarsus – a story in itself. In him, it seems the Mystery of gnosis lives and perhaps grows. In him, Yeshu becomes Osiris/Dionysus – as the Daemon of Yeshu intended.

Belarussian Easter Eggs

I tire now. My story is all but told and the words within me fade.

Write you now, Seth, my last truth.

The eidolon of Mariamne does not know if Consciousness is God. It does not know if there is a place beyond this place. It does not know that if when it dies, Mariamne is no more. Mariamne of the body, who has lived a life of mind, knows nothing, but this thing. She knows pity and she knows sorrow, for in their deepest heart, all men are as she is. All men are as lost and as hopeful of being found.

But this the Daemon of Mariamne Magdal-eder knows, and this the Daemon of Yehoshua the Nazorean taught: as he IS and will always BE, so too I AM and will always BE. We are all Consciousness.  We are all eternal. There is no Death. There is only Life.

~ Extract from The Secret Magdalene by Ki Longfellow