Sunday 26 January 2020

MAGNIFICAT

 

Magnificat anima mea Dominum;
Et exsultavit spiritus meus in Deo salutari meo,
Quia respexit humilitatem ancillae suae; ecce enim ex hoc beatam me dicent omnes generationes.
Quia fecit mihi magna qui potens est, et sanctum nomen ejus,
Et misericordia ejus a progenie in progenies timentibus eum.
Fecit potentiam in bracchio suo;
Dispersit superbos mente cordis sui.
Deposuit potentes de sede, et exaltavit humiles.
Esurientes implevit bonis, et divites dimisit inanes.
Suscepit Israel, puerum suum, recordatus misericordiae suae,
Sicut locutus est ad patres nostros, Abraham et semini ejus in saecula.
Gloria Patri, et Filio, et Spiritui Sancto,: sicut erat in principio,
Et nunc, et semper: et in Saecula saeculorum. Amen.


My soul doth magnify the Lord,
And my spirit hath rejoiced in God my Saviour
Because He hath regarded the humility of his handmaid: for behold from henceforth all generations shall call me blessed.
Because He that is mighty hath done great things to me, and holy is His name.
And His mercy is from generation unto generations to them that fear Him.
He hath shewed might in His arm: He hath scattered the proud in the conceit of their heart.
He hath put down the mighty from their seat, and hath exalted the humble.
He hath filled the hungry with good things, and the rich he hath sent empty away.
He hath received Israel His servant, being mindful of His mercy.
As He spoke to our fathers; to Abraham and his seed forever.
Glory be to the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy Ghost,
As it was in the beginning is now, and ever shall be, world without end. Amen.



Friday 24 January 2020

Rudyard Kipling- The Four Angels



As Adam lay a-dreaming beneath the Apple Tree
The Angel of the Earth came down, and offered Earth in fee;
But Adam did not need it,
Nor the plough he would not speed it,
Singing: --"Earth and Water, Air and Fire,
What more can mortal man desire?"
(The Apple Tree's in bud)


As Adam lay a-dreaming beneath the Apple Tree
The Angel of the Waters offered all the Seas in fee;
But Adam would not take 'em,
Nor the ships he wouldn't make 'em,
Singing:--"Water, Earth and Air and Fire,
What more can mortal man desire? "
(The Apple Tree's in leaf.)


As Adam lay a-dreaming beneath the Apple Tree
The Angel of the Air he offered all the Air in fee;
But Adam did not crave it,
Nor the flight he wouldn't brave it,
Singing: --"Air and Water, Earth and Fire,
What more can mortal man desire:"
(The Apple Tree's in bloom.)


As Adam lay a-dreaming beneath the Apple Tree
The Angel of the Fire rose up and not a word said he;
But he wished a flame and made it,
And in Adam's heart he laid it,
Singing: --"Fire, Fire, burning Fire!
Stand up, and reach your heart's desire!"
(The Apple Blossom's set.)


As Adam was a-working outside of Eden-Wall,
He used the Earth, he used the Seas, he used the Air and all;
Till out of black disaster
He arose to be a master
Of Earth and Water, Air and Fire,
But never reached his heart's desire!
(The Apple Tree's cut down!)


Sunday 19 January 2020

SCARBOROUGH FAIR (TRADITIONAL)



Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme,
Remember me to one who lives there,
She once was a true love of mine.


Tell her to make me a cambric shirt,
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme,
Without no seam nor needle work,
Then she'll be a true love of mine.


Tell her to find me an acre of land,
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme,
Between the salt water and the sea strand,
Then she'll be a true love of mine.


Tell her to reap it with a sickle of leather,
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme,
And to gather it all in a bunch of heather,
Then she'll be a true love of mine.


Are you going to Scarborough fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme,
Remember me to one who lives there,
She once was a true love of mine.






Thursday 16 January 2020

SOMETIMES ©2020


Sometimes I just want to be held,
Sometimes I just want to know;
That people care,
That people know.


Sometimes I want to cry,
Sometimes I want to hide;
Someone take away this pain,
Someone don't let me hide.


Sometimes I want something,
Something I dare not say;
That moment of peace,
And that step I dare not take.

©D.B. Griffith 16th January 2020

From the archive - 'Musings upon the Internet' 2013


My article 'Musings upon the Internet' was first published in the Hedgewytch Magazine in 2013 and recently in reviewing my archive, I began ask myself what has changed in those seven years? It is true that the phenomenon that is the Internet, has been a subject I have addressed previously and it is one I intend to address again. In preparation for this future blog, I have decided to publish here that original piece; as it appeared in the much missed Hedgewytch Magazine.


I was recently rereading some back issues of the Hedgewytch and in a previous issue of magazine (Editorial issue 50 May/Beltaine 2010 pp3-4); the editor had shared her own thoughts on the technological advances influencing our community, specifically the Internet. Although I do not wish to turn this into a rant as I do recognise the benefits of the web, I do find that my own personal opinions echo closely those expressed by our esteemed editor.

The benefits of the Internet are naturally considerable as many who are unable to leave their homes have an easy access to others of a like mind. At least that is the theory. Having friends who are housebound much of the time as they are confined to a wheelchair, I accept that in those circumstances the Internet is a major benefit to their quality of life. The wonders of such communication means that I like many others, now have ‘email-friends’ as opposed to pen-friends, in several foreign countries. These factors are the profit of the web and the associated on-line Pagan and Craft community.

However, on the web there is at times a greater emphasis upon quantity as opposed to quality. In my opinion many using the Internet as a primary source of research, are likely to be disappointed. The exceptions are those unfortunates who being of a gullible nature, will willingly swallow the spoon-fed inaccuracies on offer. In the latter case, where we witness a sad loss of the ability to think critically, there is perhaps little hope.

We are seeing the creation of numberless websites by well meaning individuals who having read some half dozen books in as many months, become convinced that they are experts on The Craft, ‘self-initiate’ themselves to 3rd Degree Gardnerian  within the year and then by repeating the same drivel they have read, choose to become craft teachers. To observe a relative new-comer or individual obviously lacking in experience, attempt to teach a Craft Elder ‘how to suck eggs’ on the web is to be frank, both amusing and at times, quite shocking.

There is a noticeable confusion in that some think opinion carries the same weight as a proven fact, not that I wish to devalue anyone’s opinion but an opinion voiced without a proper supporting argument is highly questionable from the academic viewpoint. I am continually irked, by the inability of some to provide references and often shocked by the number of Pagans who still believe that nine million women were burnt at the stake. Believing in something and repeating it a dozen times is not going to make it true. The burning times are a myth, live with it.

There is on the numerous forums and other websites, a distinct lack of perspective but also and perhaps more importantly, a lack of academic and editorial discipline. The benefit of a published work, be it a journal or a book, is that someone has proof read it, it has been scrutinised by an editor. To put it simply there has been a peer review. What we often encounter upon the Internet is a vast array of boringly similar websites and of such monotonous content, that one is exasperated by the sheer banality of the subject matter. Many of these websites proffer the same regurgitated opinion of the same few authors of dubious credibility, many sharing the same publisher of equally dubious reputation.

Like the editor of Hedgewytch I am tired of reading the same contradictory definitions of Paganism and Witchcraft. I am a Pagan not a new-age neo-pagan and I practice Pagan Witchcraft my way. It is my path and it is really no one else’s business. I may choose to share my practice like others via published articles but I really do not feel it necessary to justify my faith or seek “converts” by spamming the web. In that respect, I have something of a take it or leave it attitude. I do not expect to agree with everyone on everything. Nor do I presume that all reading this are actually interested in every detail of my life, although admittedly, I have now been converted to ‘BLOGGING!’

There is prevalent on the web however, an erroneous belief that all who call themselves Pagan, Witch or are members of The Craft in any manner, all conform to the identical definition and practice. All sharing precisely the same opinion and are “fans” of the same authors. It simply is not so. Very often, the same discussions appear all over the web but shockingly, they are often discussions on subjects raised twenty or thirty years ago in journals and magazines. One is given the impression that in some quarters of our community there is no evolution but instead, a worrying spiritual stagnation.

Therefore and again, like the editor of Hedgewytch I will not join forums but will instead limit my Internet time to quality usage. I will more importantly, continue to support and recommend magazines and journals such as The Hedgewytch, The Cauldron, Silver Wheel, Deosil Dance, Brigid’s Fire and the likes of the much lamented White Dragon for example, because their editors have standards, very high standards. OK, rant over. Now how about switching that PC off and meeting me down the pub? Perhaps you may fancy meeting for a coffee? People need to get out more and experience real life and real people with lives outside of cyberspace. Ye Gods, I have turned into a grumpy old man.


Publishing note
Chattering Magpie (D.B.Griffith) (2013) Musings on the Internet. The Hedge Wytch issue 62 May/Beltane 2013 pp5-7.

From The Archive - That Once in a Lifetime Non-Event 2012



I have recently been looking through my archive and I have found articles that in my humble opinion, are worth airing once again. The reason I have chosen to do this and why I feel this way is quite simple. The works in my view have a degree of relevance even though they were first written and published almost ten years ago.

One such article was published in the Hedgewytch Magazine in 2012 prior to the Winter Solstice (Northern Hemisphere) 2012, as some in our society became obsessed with a perceived apocalyptic revelation of quite ridiculous proportions. The questions raised then and in some ways they still remain unanswered, is why our society is so focused on these strange and nonsensical events. From the Millennium Bug scare, to the Second Coming that has been 'predicted' perhaps a dozen times since the Great War, some are so focused on the afterlife they neglect to live in the moment.

I present the original article as it was published in the Hedgewytch Magazine 2012 below, I sincerely hope that readers find it of interest and understand the relevance thereof.


As I write this the world is in a jocular mood, reviewing without doubt one of the greatest non-events of our lifetime; the Mayan end of the world and the spiritual revolution that never was. The apocalyptic mentality behind this manifestation of near mass hysteria coupled with a quite genuine wish to see the world improve is nothing particularly new. There have been numerous ends of the world points throughout history, usually based on a poor understanding of calendars, astronomy or in some cases, Biblical teachings. Although we can make fun of many such claims, including those more recent, some of these claims have in years past led to mass suicides across the globe. That is a human tragedy and not a cause for amusement.

Many within this great human society of our world naturally look forward to a better life. It is their sincere hope that suffering, which is in reality a necessary part of our existence whether we like it or not, will end. Many see this idealised paradise in another world, a heaven or an afterlife, some on another world and some hope that this world will indeed one day change. For some this much hoped for change and spiritual evolution of humanity, that is most likely a continuous and slow moving growth, is linked to the coming of the Age of Aquarius. When the Age of Aquarius begins and the preceding Age of Pisces ends is a matter of debate and at times a rather contentious debate. Being neither an Astrologer nor an Astronomer I cannot offer any definite support or opinion for any of the numerous theories. I can however, offer what I hope is an educated and detached observation.

All calendars accommodate solar or cosmic phenomena in some form, such as a sunrise, a solar year or a lunar month but the numbering within a calendar is an artificial mathematical construct that is adopted for convenience. All cultures number their calendars from a historically and culturally significant event; that may or may not also share a religious significance. The Romans measured their calendar from the legendary foundation of Rome, the Greeks from the first Olympiad and we in the developed Western World measure ours from the estimated birth of Jesus Christ (with some variation between the Julian and the Gregorian Calendars).  The Judaic and Islamic worlds have their own calendars. The former number their calendar from their own mythical creation of the world and the latter from the date of the Hijra, when the Prophet fled from Mecca to the city of Yathrib, now renamed Medina.

The Mayan Long Count, which is the name for their calendar began with their own mythical creation of the world, estimated in our Western calendar to be the 11th of August 3114 B.C.E (Before the Common Era or BC). The majority of the Mayan calendar intervals measure as multiples of 20 and a Mayan year is 360 days. Every so many years the Maya would introduce a ‘correction’ in the form of an extra ten day week, to bring the year back into solar alignment. One Mayan year (360 days) multiplied by 20 is one Katun or 7, 200days. It takes 20 Katuns to complete one Baktun, which is 7,200 days multiplied by 20 and therefore giving us a total of 144,000 days. There are 20 Baktuns in one Pictun. A Baktun being 144,000 days is therefore approximate to just over 394 years. The Winter Solstice of the 21st of December 2012 marks the end of Baktun 13 but it does not mark the end of the Mayan calendar. It makes rather the calendar reset point and therefore the start of Baktun 14.

There appears to be some confusion within New Age circles that the end of Bukan 13 and the start of Bukan 14 in the Mayan calendar are consistent with the start of the Age of Aquarius. In reality and as noted above, there is no actual consensus on when the New Age will start or whether it already has. The Astrological Ages are twelve in number and each corresponds with one of the twelve signs of the Zodiac. From Earth aside from the yearly cycle of the Sun through the constellations; the Sun’s annual cycle recedes backwards by one degree every 72 years and therefore, backwards by one constellation or astrological sign every 2,160 years (approximately). This backward motion through the Zodiac is called a ‘procession’ or more specifically, the ‘Procession of the Equinoxes’ as in Western Astrology, the measurement and beginning of an Astrological Year is marked by the Vernal Equinox. Over the course of 25,800 years the Sun will complete a full 360 degree journey through all twelve Astrological Constellations and this time period is known as the ‘Great Year.’

Currently and officially the Vernal Equinox lies in the imaginary zone denoting the astrological sign of Pisces and we are therefore still in the Age of Pisces. However, this backward motion of the Sun means that we are definitely ‘processing’ into the Age of Aquarius. Within Occult circles there is much debate, discussion and speculation regarding the meaning of the signs, their symbols and the effect each age has upon humanity. The birth of Jesus Christ is often perceived as being the starting point of the Age of Pisces, whose symbolic representation of a fish was shared with early Christianity.

The Age previous to the Age of Pisces was the Age of Aries. In some esoteric teachings this age saw the rise of the Hebrews and their exodus from Egypt. A major influence upon this period is often perceived as being the teachings of Moses and the Law. Some have speculated that the reason for the anger of Moses when he descended from the Mountain was not the disobedience of the Hebrews in building any golden idol or even the manifestation of sexual depravity. His anger was specifically aimed at the building of a Golden Calf as a focus for their activities. The Calf or Bull is a symbol of the preceding Astrological Age of Taurus and from the perspective of Moses, incorrect as they had by then entered the Age of the Ram. The idol that should have been built was in truth, a Golden Ram.

However, there are many who dispute the clean cut divisions between the Ages and many furthermore, point out that there is a period of overlap between them. This ‘grey area’ or overlapping period is said to be a period of centuries, when the effects or energies of the older and preceding age mingle with those of the advancing or new age. This time period, it has been suggested, manifests some degree of imbalance as the ages adjust to find equilibrium and may even denote times of great upheaval.

Some writers have suggested that the first effects of the advancing Age of Aquarius were felt as a precursor with the French and American Revolutions; others suggest that the Industrial Revolution and the Wars of the Twentieth Century were the death knell of the Age of Pisces. Yet while some state that we entered the Age of Aquarius two centuries ago with many of these world events being the announcement, there are just as many writers who state that we have between another two and five centuries to wait.

What is apparent to me, attempting to reconcile all of these often highly controversial and conflicting opinions, is that we as a collective humanity stand at the threshold. We are if I may borrow the term, in that liminal state between the ages, neither a Piscean nor truly an Aquarian. Humanity is in a state of unknowing and collectively we must now face the unknown. So I end with a question. Quo Vadis?



From the Archive - The Story of the Exploding Cauldron




It was many years ago and I had as I do now a cauldron, although then it was just a small copper affair. It got a lot of use with slips of paper burnt within it, incense and even a candle from time to time. One evening I was engaged in some small scale spell work and I set a slip of faux parchment alight. I dropped the slip of paper into the cauldron and closed my eyes to concentrate.


I slowly became aware that the room was lighter than it perhaps should be and I opened my eyes to see flames nearly a foot high, coming from a cauldron that was barely six inches high. The flames were worryingly close to the curtain at the back of the altar. I raced to the bathroom, grabbed wet a towel, ran back and threw it over the cauldron. There was a very loud crack and the cauldron shattered. On examination I found pieces of copper, two to three inches long embedded in the towel and in the table top.


I soon discovered why this had happened. I had neglected to clean out the cauldron and there was a layer of wax at the bottom. This layer had been set alight when the slip of parchment had been dropped into the cauldron and the parchment had very effectively acted as a wick. There is a lesson here for all beginners.


© Chattering Magpie 2011

Monday 13 January 2020

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Sunday 12 January 2020

John Dowland - White as Lillies



White as lilies was her face
When she smiled and she beguiled
And I will never find
A love like this again


Lady, as you know
My heart is full of sorrow
For I can't see a face
Wake up with you tomorrow


Your fair looks inflame my desire
Quench it again with love
If love makes my sweet
Come to the silent grovy shade


White as lilies was her face
When she smiled and she beguiled
And I will never find
A love like this again


White as lilies was her face
When she smiled and she beguiled
And I will never find
A love like this again.


Andreas Scholl  performing 'White as lilies' from Les Contre-Ténors



Thomas Campion - The Man of Life Upright



The man of life vpright,
    Whose guiltlesse hart is free
From all dishonest deedes,
    Or thought of vanitie,


The man whose silent dayes,
    In harmeles ioys are spent,
Whom hopes cannot delude,
    Nor sorrow discontent;


That man needs neither towers
    Nor armour for defence,
Nor secret vautes to flie
    From thunders violence.


Hee onely can behold
    With vnafrighted eyes
The horrours of the deepe
    And terrours of the Skies.


Thus, scorning all the cares
    That fate, or fortune brings,
He makes the heau'n his booke,
    His wisedome heeu'nly things,


Good thoughts his onely friendes,
    His wealth a well-spent age,
The earth his sober Inne
    And quiet Pilgrimage.


Thomas Campion - A Booke of Ayres (1601)


Thursday 9 January 2020

Thomas Campion - Though You Are Young And I Am Old



Though you are yoong and I am olde,
Though your vaines hot, and my bloud colde,
Though youth is moist, and age is drie,
Yet embers liue, when flames doe die.


The tender graft is easely broke,
But who shall shake the sturdie Oke?
You are more fresh and faire then I,
Yet stubs doe liue when flowers doe die.


Thou that thy youth doest vainely boast,
Know buds are soonest nipt with frost,
Thinke that thy fortune still doth crie,
Thou foole, to-morrow thou must die.


Thomas Campion - A Booke of Ayres (1601)