Reach out into the Darkness, I will meet you there.
The Hound of God.
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.
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”
While I don’t actually prescribe to Pop Culture Paganism in a full sense, I do have experiences where my Divine Spouse likes to use these sorts of things to communicate little tidbits of info. Usually in a humorous and snarky fashion. For me I find Himself in Doctor Who. It isn’t the real Him, nor do I believe it’s a modern retelling or manifestation of Himself, but for whatever reason He finds the show similarity enough to Himself to use it as a tool for communication. I hope that makes sense, it’s hard for me to articulate. I stopped watching Doctor Who while pregnant, finding myself way too emotional and prone to tears to watch it. Now that my baby has arrived and been around long enough for life to have generally settled down I let myself start watching again. Tonight I managed to fit in two episodes! Whoo! Of course both episodes were emotionally harrowing because Steve Moffat is an asshole and a Sadist, but I didn’t burst into tears and have a bout of ugly crying. Quotes of the day are…
Doctor Who, Season Two, Episode Three, School Reunion: “I’m so old now. I used to have so much mercy. You get one warning. That was it.” – The Doctor
Doctor Who, Season Two, Episode Four, The Girl In The Fireplace: “But you and I both know, don’t we Rose, the Doctor is worth the monsters.” – Madame due Pompadour
Lily of the Valley has been making a regular appearance in my online travels. This bit of info jumped out at me for obvious reasons.
Its scientific name, majalis or maialis, means “of or belonging to May”, and old astrological books place the plant under the dominion of Mercury, since Maia, the daughter of Atlas, was the mother of Mercury or Hermes.
Images found through Google search.
Recently I posted about a dream where I acquired a Spirit Guide/Protector. A “Hell Hound” if you ask Himself. I had thought the new friend was a long haired German Shepherd. Yesterday whilst poking about on Pinterest I stumbled across a “random” suggestion, an image of a Belgian Sheepdog/Shepherd. This is definitely a more accurate representation of what Invictus looked like.
I found these images through Google search, “Belgian Sheepdog Tervuren”.
I asked for clarification on my path/studies the day before yesterday. I have since dreamed of literally going down into darkness for the third time. Last night I dreamt of being a “death talker” and the dream involved “taking in” the Spirits of the Dead so they could speak. There were also dogs again in the dream about going down into the Earth, into Darkness. Last night while poking around Pinterest when I couldn’t sleep I had suggestions for Nantosuelta and Sucelles. On Facebook this morning I came across a photograph of mushrooms growing from a deer skeleton. Will need to ponder a bit before I take any actions in regards to the Dead. Will be poking into Gaulish things and say hello again to The Mother of Rot.
Comments from the page Magic Mushrooms that posted it:
Interesting… It looks like whatever this deer was eating, most likely plant matter of sorts, had mushroom spores on it, ended up germenating inside the deers stomach, then fruited after the deer had died and decayed.
Photo courtesy of Lain Haigh.
This might also be of note, a couole weeks ago I first noticed that White Wings was back in the area. She(could be a he for all I know) was born or appeared about three years ago. I’m not sure if I don’t see her during the warmer months because she actually goes somewhere or if I’m just too busy to actually see her. She is a crow with white flight feathers and a mostly white tail. I managed to get some pictures, not the best quality but not too bad in regards to cell phone pictures.
Two dreams, two days in a row, where the very obvious message is “Trust the Dogs”. The first dream it was literally said. Both dreams also involve “Going into Darkness” or “Confronting Darkness/Fears”. This should be an interesting Hunt Season.