Wednesday, June 29, 2016

Before Time Was


Before Time Was


Before time was, there was The One;The One was all, and all was The One. 
And the vast expanse known as the universe was The One,all wise, all pervading, all powerful, eternally changing. 
And space moved. The One molded energy into twin forms,equal but opposite, fashioning the Goddess and God from The One and of The One. 
The Goddess and God stretched and gave thanks to The One,but darkness surrounded them.They were alone, solitary save for The One. 
So they formed energy into gases and gases into suns and planets and moons; They sprinkled the universe with whirling globes and so all was given shape by the hands of the Goddess and God. 
Light arose and the sky was illuminated by a billion suns.The Goddess and God, satisfied by their works,rejoiced and loved, and were one. 
From their union sprang the seeds of all life,and the human race so that we might achieve incarnation upon the Earth. 
The Goddess chose the Moon as her symbol,and the God the Sun as his to remind the inhabitants of Earth of their creators. 
All are born, live, die and are reborn beneath the Moon and Sun;All things come to pass thereunder, and all occurs with the blessings of The One, the Goddess and God,as has been the way of existence since before time was.

Freya, Goddess of the Valkyries

The Goddess Freya


Freya was a warrior goddess, a Valkyrie, and also the goddess of sensual love. Though this captivating goddess had numerous lovers, she was the wife of the mysterious Norse god Od.

Freya was a spectacular beauty known for her appreciation of romantic music and stunning floral arrangements.  That was her softer side; she was also known as the goddess of war and death.

As leader of the Valkyries, she had considerable power. She had the right to claim half the souls of the bravest warriors who died in battle.  Actually going onto the battlefield, she would gather them up and take them back with her to spend the after-life in her home in perpetual rest and recreation. A sweet and generous woman, she always invited their wives or lovers to come and live with them.

The other half of the heroic warriors, who belonged to Odin, would be gathered up by the Valkyries and taken to Valhalla where they were able to live in comfort and honor.

She was also called upon to comfort those who were dying, to ease their transition into Valhalla (the "otherworld"), serving as a guide and companion on the journey to Valhalla for many Viking heroes who had died nobly.

When Freya and the Valkyries rode forth on their missions, their armor caused the eerily beautiful flickering light that we know as the Aurora Borealis, or Northern Lights.

Freya and Od were wed, but soon after their wedding Od disappeared and all feared that he was dead, perhaps killed by the ruling deities for disobeying their orders.

Freya was distraught and cried tears of gold, but refused to accept that he was dead.   Putting on a magical cloak made of falcon feathers that allows the wearer to fly across vast distances very quickly, she rose into the sky and searched all over the earth for him.

Indeed, Od had not died but had been banished and lost at sea. When Freya found him he had already degenerated into a sea monster. Hideous as he appeared, Freya stayed by his side and comforted him.

When someone stumbled upon the sea monster and killed him, Freya was enraged and threatened to take her revenge for the slaying the most noble of the gods.  Fortunately it all worked out as Od was admitted to Valhalla even though he had not died in battle, and was allowed to have conjugal visits from Freya so that the two were never separated by his death.

Freya's name was "The Lady" or "mistress", and may be the source of our name of the fifth day of the week, Friday. With her twin brother, Fryr ("The Lord"), these divine twins were the Norse deities of untamed nature.

Freya had many other lovers, although she deeply loved her consort Od. (Remember, monogamy had not been invented yet and infidelity was the social norm.) Aphrodite's amorous escapades pale by comparison with those of Freya, whose unbridled sexuality was legendary.

Usually depicted as a strawberry blonde with stunning blue eyes, none could resist her. To make matters even worse, like the Greek goddess Aphrodite, she possessed apparel that made her irresistible to men. . . a magical necklace reputedly made of amber and rubies that was called a "brisling".

Freya had left it a bit late to leave her friend's house to start home. The sun set, and it began to snow. Soon she was becoming disoriented and frost-bitten. Luckily she was found by four dwarves who rescued her and took her to their home. The dwarves were named "North, South, East, and West".

Freya volunteered to pay them for their hospitality and the four dwarves cheerfully agreed, saying that they would like to be repaid by having her sleep with each of them for one night. Freya wasn't at all interested and promptly declined.

She saw the incredibly beautiful necklace that they had just made. She had to have it and offered to return after the storm and pay for it in gold. They may have been dwarves, but they weren't stupid -- they told her it was not for sale at any price, but countered with an offer that they would be delighted to simply give it to her if she were willing to pay their price for her room and board during the storm.

When Freya returned home after the storm subsided, she was wearing the stunning "necklace of desire".

The goddess Freya's passions were abundant, vigorous, and unrestrained.  Clothed or not, she is usually shown in sensual poses.

She is often depicted riding her golden chariot through the skies, the chariot pulled by two large blue cats who were a gift from the Norse god Thor.

Freya chastised Thor soundly one morning for awakening her from her beauty sleep with his boisterous and noisy preparations to "go fishing" for a sea dragon. While he was on the way to his fishing spot, Thor kept hearing lovely song-like noises that seemed to be lulling him to sleep.

Stopping to investigate the source of the odd sounds, he found them coming from a nest of mewing blue kittens being tended by a tomcat. The sound that Thor had heard was the male cat singing to the kittens, "Sleep, sleep, my dear little ones".

Thor suggested (in forceful terms) that the cat stop singing the lullaby and the cat sassed him back, suggesting that Thor had no idea how difficult it was for a single-parent male to rear his children and asking if he knew any women who would be willing to take them in.

Immediately Freya came to mind, and Thor agreed to take them to her. Like all cats, this one was not quick to show appreciation and added  that, being blue,  they were very unique cats and deserved an especially fine home. Thor took offense at the comment and thundered back at the cat who, not the least impressed, bared his claws and then turned into a bird and flew away.

Kindly Freya was enchanted with Thor's present and did the kittens honor by letting them accompany her on her daily rounds across the sky.

Tuesday, June 28, 2016

The Phoenix

The Phoenix
By Valkyria Blackheart



 I’ve been tortured, tormented, through ages of old,
Their minds full of hatred, their stone hearts so cold.
By torch light and fire light, their hearts cold and dead,
On a scaffold I swung to die in their stead.

Since then through the ages from sun unto sun,
Again in each lifetime I have loved only one.
Over and over I’d lose him to them,
Their hatred would take him again and again.

I keep coming back to make all things right,
And each time I’ve his love they burn out his light.
I’ve come back to find him and claim him once more,
I’ll keep coming and coming ‘til my love I restore.

‘til the end of the ages when all is made right,
I’ll return to the sages and continue the fight.
Once I have found him and the light is restored,
If their ways have not changed then by fire they’ll be scored.

Despite what they’ve done I do not run away,
For I am the truth and for truth I must stay.
For the Phoenix doth rise from the ashes you see,
And the Phoenix has risen; the Phoenix is me.

The Silver Lady of Moonlight

By Valkyria Blackheart 

As I sit here alone on the stoop outside the back door, the torches lit, the moon in her fullness looking down upon me I see before me the light of fireflies dancing in the moonlight.  It is the night of midsummer as I sit gazing into the torches surrounding me.  I imagine the flames into dragons; feel the warmth of the night air on my skin.  All at once I am transported to a realm of enchantment.  As I look before me the faint lights of the fireflies become as fairies dancing in the moonlight leading me down the hill and across a distant moor.  As I reach the top of a second hill I see below me a fire lit in the center of a ring of stones and above me the silver lady of moonlight shows her face to me in the darkness beckoning me to come forth.  I follow.  All of this seems far too real somehow.  I feel as though I have been here before though I knew not when.

Each step down the hill I came closer to the fire and to the circle of stones.  I could hear chanting in a strange language that I did not know as I watched these little people with dark skin and painted faces dancing around the fire and the sound of drums being played.  Though I knew not the language they spoke suddenly I felt myself chanting along with them as I entered the stone circle and drew close to the fire.  I wondered what strange rite this must be here in this ancient circle.  All at once they ceased their chanting and looked up at the sky as the silver lady of moonlight floated down from the clouds and hovered over the firelight.

She was indescribably beautiful. Her hair was dark with a hint of red in it with a silver streak that encircled her face.  Her robes were a shimmering silvery blue and purple and her eyes; never have I seen such glorious eyes.  They seemed to change color in the light of the moon.  First there were deep blues and greens, then crimson and shades of lilac with a hint of the silver of the light that seemed to surround her entire being. 

She greeted them all in her way as her children and then to my surprise she came away from the fire and toward me.  Her smile was gentle and kind as she looked on me with love.  I was taken aback at first but then she bid me come and walk with her so we might talk for a while.  The language I do not consciously know, yet somehow I knew what it meant.

She began to tell me many stories, now in my own tongue, of the past, of my ancestors.  I asked her why she bid me to walk with her and as she stepped in front of me I gazed into those two majestic pools that stared into my eyes and at once I saw myself in another place and time but at this same stone circle dressed in the robes of a priestess standing at the center of the circle.  I stared deep into those pools for what seemed like forever and then I saw another vision of myself and what I looked like.  Symbols painted with blue dye on my skin and eyes that looked just like hers, like that of this silver lady of moonlight who had taken me aside to give me a glimpse of the past.  All at once I was back standing before her and she smiled once more at me with love in her eyes. 

As we reached the top of the hill where my journey toward the fire had begun I asked her who she was and she said to me, “You have known me from the beginning of time and I have loved you and watched over you through all your lifetimes.  I am your mother and you are my child.”

“By what name are you called?” I asked, to which she replied, “I am the Goddess, the mother of the earth.  I am the beauty of the green earth, and the white moon among the stars.  By many names I have been known, but all are one.  To you I am Queen of Heaven and Great Mother, the Goddess.  You are my child and I have waited for you to come to me so that I might show you the truth of who you are.”

“But what am I that you should choose to speak to me?” I asked her, and she replied, “My daughter, I have chosen you for a task.  Many have forgotten my name and no longer acknowledge that I even exist.  My daughter, I am in great pain, heart sick for my children.  You have heard my call in the moonlight and you have answered.  Take me with you back to the world of men.  Help as many of them as you can to know me again.  They are struggling, for I have seen them but can do nothing for they listen only to themselves.  Be my ambassador to them.  Bring them to me so that I may once again be their mother and put things right.”

“But how can I bring them all to you?  I am only one person.” I asked.

“You are but one of my children whom I have called, and all of you together will bring me back into the hearts of men as it was from the beginning of time.”

As she placed her hands upon my shoulders she continued, “Now go.  Back to the world of men my daughter and always look to the heavens and I will be there with you.  I love you.”

And as fast as she had arrived she was gone.  I turned to walk away and suddenly I was back on the stoop where my journey had started.  The torches now dimming, the night air cooling as I looked out over the hill in my back yard.  I looked up at the sky and there she was, the silver lady of moonlight, my mother, shining down upon me. 



From that night on whenever I have sat outside under the moon and seen the flickering of fireflies, in my heart I see fairies dancing in the moonlight and I know that my mother is watching me.

Mary Towne Eastey, Salem Witch Trials, September 22, 1692


Mary Eastey
From Wikipedia
Mary Towne Eastey (August 24, 1634 – September 22, 1692) was a victim of the 1692 Salem witch trials in colonial Massachusetts. She was executed by hanging in Salem.

Early life
Mary Eastey was born Mary Towne to William Towne and Joanna Towne (née Blessing) in Great Yarmouth, Norfolk, England. She was one of eight children, among them her sisters and fellow Salem defendants Rebecca Nurse and Sarah Cloyce. Mary Towne and her family moved to America around 1640. She married Isaac Estey, a farmer and barrel-maker, in 1655 in Topsfield, Massachusetts Bay Colony. Isaac was born in England on November 27, 1627; the couple had eleven children:

Joseph (1657–1739), Sarah (1660–1749), John, Isaac (1662-1714), Hannah, Benjamin, Samuel, Jacob, Joshua, Jeffrey, and Mary.

Accusation and trial
Like her sister Rebecca Nurse, Eastey was a pious and respected citizen of Salem, and her accusation came as a surprise. During the examination on April 22, 1692, when Eastey clasped her hands together, Mercy Lewis, one of the afflicted, imitated the gesture and claimed to be unable to release her hands until Eastey released her own. Again, when Eastey inclined her head, the afflicted girls accused her of trying to break their necks. Mercy claimed that Eastey's specter had climbed into her bed and laid her hand upon her breasts. In the face of such public hysteria, Mary Eastey defended herself with remarkable eloquence: when she was asked by the magistrates John Hathorne and Jonathan Corwin how far she had complied with Satan, she replied, "Sir, I never complyed with Satan but prayed against him all my dayes, I have no complyance with Satan, in this ... I will say it, if it is my last time, I am clear of this sin." Hathorne, showing a momentary doubt about her guilt, went so far as to ask the girls if they were quite sure that Mary Eastey was the woman who afflicted them.

For reasons unknown, Eastey was released from prison on May 18 after two months. However, on May 20, Mercy Lewis claimed that Eastey's specter was afflicting her, a claim which other girls supported. A second warrant was issued that night for Eastey's arrest. She was taken from her bed and returned to the prison; Lewis ceased her fits after Eastey was chained. Eastey was tried and condemned to death on September 9.

Robert Calef, in More Wonders of the Invisible World, described Eastey's parting words to her family "as serious, religious, distinct, and affectionate as could be expressed, drawing tears from the eyes of almost all present." She was hanged on September 22, along with Martha, Ann Pudeator, Alice Parker, Mary Parker, Wilmot Redd, Margaret Scott, and Samuel Wardwell: Cotton Mather, to his later embarrassment, denounced them as "eight firebrands of Hell". On the gallows she prayed for an end to the witch hunt. Of her two sisters likewise charged with witchcraft, Rebecca Nurse was hanged on July 19, 1692, but Sarah Cloyce was released in January 1693.

Calef also published Mary Eastey's last petition to the Court, of which it has been said that no more moving document has ever been addressed to any judge. Mary pleaded not for her own life but for those of the others falsely accused: "I petition your honours not for my own life for I know I must die and my appointed time is set but the Lord he knows it is that no more innocent blood be shed.....the Lord above that is the searcher of all hearts knows that as I shall answer at the Tribunal seat I never knew the least thing of witchcraft".

In November, after Eastey had been put to death, Mary Herrick gave testimony about Eastey. Herrick testified that she was visited by Eastey's ghost, who told her she had been put to death wrongfully and was innocent of witchcraft, and that she had come to vindicate her cause. Eastey's family was compensated with 20 pounds from the government in 1711 for her wrongful execution. Her husband Isaac lived until June 11, 1712.

Mary Eastey's grandson Daniel Eastey fled the country and changed his name during his grandmother's trial, and then moved to Miramichi, New Brunswick, Canada.