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Showing posts with label Grandmother. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Grandmother. Show all posts

Monday, December 20, 2010

12 Days of Yule ~ Day 1

I'm participating in 'Lady Cattra's 12 Days of Yule Blog Party' which begins today. If you'd like to particpate it's not too late. Pop over to Lady Cattra's to get all the information . . .

1st Day of Yule – Mother’s Night
December 20th

"Mother's Night welcomes in the Season of Yule. As we encourage the return of Caillech Bheur (the feminine aspect of the Sun) we honor the feminine all around us. Honor the Creide, Cerridwen, Morrigan, all Mothers, Great Grandmothers and your feminine ancestors. Raise a horn to the glorious women who give birth to us and to the feminine spirits that support us. Give this time in honor to all Mothering aspects."

A belief and trust in protective maternal deities seems to have been strong among our Pagan ancestors for many centuries and continues even today. The earliest written records of these beliefs began during the first century C.E. and predominate in the lands of the continental Germans.

The core areas of the matron cult were in ancient Germania, eastern Gaul, and northern Italy, but it reached as far as present day Scotland, Frisia, southern Spain and Rome. More than 1100 votive stones and altars to the matrons or mothers have been found to date, over half of which are dedicated to beings with clearly Germanic names; others are of Celtic origin. The Germanic folk and the Celts apparently shared this belief.

On this night, children (as well as some domestic animals) were committed into the protection of the 'Mother' deity. 'Mother's Night' wrote the 8th century monk Bede, coincided with Christmas Eve. In his account of the Pagan calendar in 725 AD, the Venerable Bede wrote:

". . . began the year on the 8th kalends of January [25 December], when we celebrate the birth of the Lord. That very night, which we hold so sacred, they used to call by the heathen word Modranecht [Mother's Night], because (we suspect) of the ceremonies they enacted all that night."

On Mother's Night, just as the children had once been committed to the protection of a goddess, ancestor, or the female deities known as the Disir (the ancestral mothers, the first of each of our ancestral line), the ceremony became Christianised and the 'mother' was naturally equated with the Virgin Mary.

But what was the ceremony?

An account written in the 19th century recounts the experience of one woman who remembered her grandmother carrying out the ritual. She explained that, once the children were in bed, the old woman rose from her place by the peat fire and made her way over to the cradle where the youngest lay. Raising her hands over the slumbering infant, she spoke aloud:

"Mary Midder had de haund
Ower aboot for sleepin-baund
Had da lass an' had da wife,
Had da bairn a' its life.
Mary Midder had de haund.
Roond da infants o' wur land."

This ritual was repeated over all the children, while her grandfather sat raking the peats in the hearth. The old man was also thought to have been reciting something but, unfortunately, his softly spoken words were inaudible.

The altar I put together to honour my own Mother and Grandmother's. I also have a picture of Hecate to represent my ancestral mothers and all 'Mother' goddesses.


A Blessing for Mother

With the first light of sun,
Bless You.
In your smile and in your tears,
Bless You.
When the day is done,
Bless You.
Through each day of all your years,
Bless You.


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Sunday, October 24, 2010

Preparing for Samhain

With Samhain just about a week away I spent the afternoon today preparing my Samhain altar. This altar has a very special meaning because it's where I'm also choosing to honor my ancestors and my two grandmothers in particular.

Isn't this wonderful? I found it at Michael's ~ on sale! The skeleton is one of the ways to honor one's ancestors during Samhain.

Here I have a basket of gourds and squash representing the last harvest of the season and the journey into winter.

Honoring my Grandmother
~ Mary Lubky ~
1921 - 1979
(She's pictured here holding my mom)

I chose to also honor Hecate on my Samhain altar. Hecate is a Dark Moon Goddess and deals with the more shadowy aspects of our lives. During this time of year she is considered in her Crone aspect and is the goddess of magic, ghosts, storms, the night, dreams, crossroads and animals, particularly dogs. She is able to see into all worlds and guards the border between this world and the spirit world. Hecate knows death and does not fear it, for death brings renewal through the fertility of decomposition.

While in her Crone aspect, Hecate is the goddess to turn to for protection, wisdom and magick. However, bear in mind that Hecate is not a Goddess full of tenderness and compassion. She is more prone to be stern with you if you brought a situation upon yourself. However, her wrath is swift and just to those who cause harm to a follower of hers, because those who seek her, honor her and do not fear her are in her protection and she does not take lightly to those who cause them harm. She does not tolerate nor does she coddle. Her actions are swift and without frills so when you do call upon her, be prepared for her swift actions and changes because it might not be what you expected.

Charge of the Dark Goddess, Hecate

I am the Queen of Magick, hidden in the deepest night.
I am the mystery of the other world and the fear that coils
about your heart in the times of your trial.
I am the soul of nature that gives form to the Universe.

My torches light the way for enlightenment and illumination.
My sickle of death cuts away things that are dead and no longer needed.
It is I who awaits you at the end of your spiral dance.
I am she who has no secrets but a thousand secrets.
I am the aged Old Crone of Darkness whose face of death
portends life anew and filled with Luna's secrets.
All acts of magick and mysteries are my rituals and
my greatest ritual is love itself.

You who seek to remove my veil and know my true face,
know that all your questing and efforts are for not
until thine own face beholds and knows the mysteries of thine own self.
For you to truly know me, you must look in your own heart
and know and accept thy self.

For those of you who call upon me and my powers for magick, beware!
For my magick is swift and without regards to the consequences.
Those that know me shall glide safely through troubles,
for it is my dark cloak of protection that is wrapped about you.
Close your eyes my child and call to me, for I am there,
within your darkness.

~ By Lady Hecate ~

Honoring my Grandmother
~ Mildred Elizabeth Bowers ~
1918 - 2005

Another view of my Samhain altar . . .

I'll have more to share with you after Samhain has passed because I'm also celebrating Halloween with a very special friend who's also coming to celebrate my 50th birthday with me. It will be a fun-filled, jam-packed weekend and one that I'm looking forward to with great anticipation!

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