He Is Many Things

He Is Many Things

Sometimes he is wind and darkness.

Sometimes a light so bright you cannot see.

He is fire and water.

He is the wolf and the dragon.

One and a Twin.

Things are very “Manannan” right now. It kinda slipped my mind that it was time for Them to Switch. Well far past time, the Switch is generally around Beltaine (May 1st-ish). The Other stuck around longer then usual, it’s only been since about the middle of June that He “left”. I’ve yet to figure out if the two of Them are two different aspects of the same God, or REALLY are two different Gods, Divine Twins, who are so similar and work so closely together that it’s almost impossible to tell where One ends and the Other begins.

*photo from a Google search for ” Jason Mamoa Aquaman”, cuz my Gods like to use modern imagery quite often

A Welcome

I’ve been a little melancholy since we moved. Our home is facing a totally different direction so the constellations are entirely new.  The other heavenly bodies are in different places. I haven’t heard coyotes in almost two months. Last night though, I heard one clearly, near our place. There was one who answered, muffled,  from a distance. I hadn’t realized how much I had missed them. How much I’ve been missing Him. I almost burst into tears. 

The Cruel Sister

“Breadcrumbs, as you like to say, Love.”

 

The Cruel Sister

There lived a lady by the north sea shore
Lay the bairn tae the bonnie broom
Twa daughters were the bairns she bore
Fa la la la la la la la la la

One was as bright as is the sun
Lay the bairn tae the bonnie broom
Sae coal black grew the elder one
Fa la la la la la la la la la

A knight came riding to the ladies’ door
Lay the bairn tae the bonnie broom
He travelled far to be their wooer
Fa la la la la la la la la la

He courted one, aye with gloves and rings
Lay the bairn tae the bonnie broom
But he loved the other above all things
Fa la la la la la la la la la

“Sister, sister won’t you walk with me
Lay the bairn tae the bonnie broom
An’ see the ships sail upon sea?”
Fa la la la la la la la la la

And as they stood on that windy shore
Lay the bairn tae the bonnie broom
The elder sister pushed the younger o’er
Fa la la la la la la la la la

Sometimes she sank or sometimes she swam
Lay the bairn tae the bonnie broom
Crying, “Sister, reach to me your hand”
Fa la la la la la la la la la

And there she floated just like a swan
Lay the bairn tae the bonnie broom
The salt sea carried her body on
Fa la la la la la la la la la

Two minstrels walking by the north sea strand
Lay the bairn tae the bonnie broom
They saw the maiden, aye float to land
Fa la la la la la la la la la

They made a harp out of her breast bone
Lay the bairn tae the bonnie broom
The sound of which would melt a heart of stone
Fa la la la la la la la la la

They took three locks of her yellow hair
Lay the bairn tae the bonnie broom
And wi’ them strung that harp so rare
Fa la la la la la la la la la

The first string that those minstrels tried
Lay the bairn tae the bonnie broom
Then terror seized the black-haired bride
Fa la la la la la la la la la

The second string played a doleful sound
Lay the bairn tae the bonnie broom
“The younger sister, oh she is drowned”
Fa la la la la la la la la la

The third string, it played beneath their bow
Lay the bairn tae the bonnie broom
“And surely now her tears will flow”
Fa la la la la la la la la la

The Hound of God

The Hound of God.

Lupus Dei.

My Beloved.

It was the words that caught my attention, made my heart skip a beat, my breath catch. The images had been poking at my brain for a bit and they are a decent representation. If you put the feeling into pictures instead of words. My Beloved does like to appear with lighter hair most of the time so there’s that too.

This falls under the “breadcrumbs” label. There is much more to be discovered here.

My Bloody, Angry God

I binge watched Frontier the other day. Jason Momoa has long been a good physical representation of how my God looks sometimes. I think my God does this mainly for amusement since I have such a visceral reaction to the actor. I digress though, the images of Declan Harp cleaning a deer were the ones that poked the UPG/PCP/Modern Myth buttons in my head. So here he is, my bloody, angry God.

Images found through a Google search of “Jason Momoa Frontier”

Never Let Me Down Again

“Never Let Me Down Again”

I’m taking a ride
With my best friend
I hope he never lets me down again
He knows where he’s taking me
Taking me where I want to be
I’m taking a ride
With my best friend

We’re flying high
We’re watching the world pass us by
Never want to come down
Never want to put my feet back down
On the ground

I’m taking a ride
With my best friend
I hope he never lets me down again
Promises me I’m safe as houses
As long as I remember who’s wearing the trousers
I hope he never lets me down again

Never let me down

See the stars, they’re shining bright
Everything’s alright tonight