King and Father of All Otters

The Dobhar-chú, “the water hound, King of the Waters and Father of all Otters. 

It’s been awhile since They left me breadcrumbs. Images found through Google search, “dobhar-chú”.

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Pathways

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. 

Singularity Rather Then Duality?

That moment you realize that that the two Gods you thought you were married to have morphed into one. Or maybe They’ve always been one and your little mortal brain couldn’t quite grasp it without seeing Him as a duality first. Of course it once again all comes down to The Horned One. Shaman and King. Man and God. Water and Firmament. Deer and Dolphin. Hunter and Hunted. You’d think this would make things a bit easier but right now it feels more complicated. Good times. I must admit though, having the familiar face of the Stag back is very good.

The Long Dark and My Companions

Generally speaking Fall and Winter were the territory of He Who Sometimes Likes To Be Called Hermes. Even before I started using Hermes/Poseidon a regular names for them there was a general “changing of the guard” that happened. I’m starting to get the feeling this that this year, possibly every year from now on, there isn’t going to be a God switch. I mean there was a definite arrival of “Hermes” when the retrograde started, confirmed by a dream the day before the Solstice that He was here and staying. All the water imagery hasn’t left though. It’s all mishmashed in with the Hermes related things. He Who Sometimes Likes To Be Called Poseidon is whispering now that He is the “Constant Companion” and that Hermes is the one who comes and goes. 

This should make for an interesting Season.

Lateralus

Breadcrumbs…

“Lateralus”

Black then white are all I see in my infancy.
red and yellow then came to be, reaching out to me.
lets me see.
As below, so above and beyond, I imagine
drawn beyond the lines of reason.
Push the envelope. Watch it bend.

Over thinking, over analyzing separates the body from the mind.
Withering my intuition, missing opportunities and I must
Feed my will to feel my moment drawing way outside the lines.

Black then white are all I see in my infancy.
red and yellow then came to be, reaching out to me.
lets me see there is so much more
and beckons me to look through to these infinite possibilities.
As below, so above and beyond, I imagine
drawn outside the lines of reason.
Push the envelope. Watch it bend.

Over thinking, over analyzing separates the body from the mind.
Withering my intuition leaving opportunities behind.

Feed my will to feel this moment urging me to cross the line.
Reaching out to embrace the random.
Reaching out to embrace whatever may come.

I embrace my desire to, I embrace my desire to
feel the rhythm, to feel connected
enough to step aside and weep like a widow
to feel inspired, to fathom the power,
to witness the beauty, to bathe in the fountain,
to swing on the spiral, to swing on the spiral,
to swing on the spiral of our divinity and still be a human.

With my feet upon the ground I lose myself
between the sounds and open wide to suck it in.
I feel it move across my skin.
I’m reaching up and reaching out.
I’m reaching for the random or whatever will bewilder me.
Whatever will bewilder me.
And following our will and wind we may just go where no one’s been.
We’ll ride the spiral to the end and may just go where no one’s been.

Spiral out. Keep going…

 

The Ever Ruling

He came to.visit me a few nights ago. Manu…the Howler…Apollon…Poseidon. He’s given me many different faces this cycle, so many that I balk at using any of these names for Him. They all fit but they are all wrong. I shouldn’t be surprised by this as it seems to be a running theme for the both of Them. I dreamt the other night of travelling with a group of friends. We didn’t seem to have any destination in particular. There was a point in the dream where He and a high school friend of mine were sitting in front of me. I heard His voice say What is my name? I looked first at my friend and said his name then I looked to Him. He smiled at me and I was lost in the smooth confidence in His smile, the love and cockiness that radiated out from Him. I stuttered, not knowing what to call Him. He gave me a look as if to say Really? And I heard Him speak without moving His lips, Who am I? I still could not answer but hoped my inability to name Him due to His many Faces was understood. He shot me another knee melting and cocky smile and the name Eric filled my mind. Shortly after this it became apparent that He was married to a friend of mine whose last name is Tyre. His physical features bore a mere passing resemblance to the actual spouse of this friend and when she appeared in the dream it was to assure me I had nothing to feel guilty about in being His lover in the dream. This combined with the constant presence of dogs in my dreams for the last month (at least), has led me to believe that the guise of the Norse God Tyr is another avenue to wander down in search of information on this Husband of mine. Hence the sharing of the post on Tyr yesterday. I will be sharing more once I have time to hop on the laptop. Reblogging from my phone is a lesson in extreme frustration. I’m hoping now that I’ve finally had the chance to share this I’ll be able to sleep tonight, the subject and He have been poking at my brain since I dreamt it. It’s late and I’m tired so I apologize if this post is a bit confusing. It’s a hard subject to write on as it is.

Hail to my Husband, the Ever Ruling, the Wolf Binder, the Resolver of Conflicts no matter the cost. Hail my Love.

Given Name ERIC

GENDER: Masculine

USAGE: EnglishSwedishGermanSpanish

PRONOUNCED: ER-ik (English)   [key]

Meaning & History

From the Old Norse name Eiríkr, derived from theelements ei “ever, always” and ríkr “ruler”. A notable bearer was Eiríkr inn Rauda (Eric the Red in English), a 10th-century navigator and explorer who discovered Greenland. This was also the name of several early kings of Sweden, Denmark and Norway.

This common Norse name was first brought to England by Danish settlers during the Anglo-Saxon period. It was not popular in England in the Middle Ages, but it was revived in the 19th century, in part due to the children’s novel ‘Eric, or Little by Little’ (1858) by Frederic William Farrar.

Related Names

VARIANTS: AricErickErik (English),Erik (Swedish)ErichErik (German)

FEMININE FORMS: EricaErickaErika,Erykah (English)EricaErika (Swedish)

OTHER LANGUAGES: Eiríkr (Ancient Scandinavian),Èric (Catalan)Erik (Croatian)Erik (Czech)Erik,Jerrik (Danish)Erik (Dutch)EerikEerikkiEero,ErikErkki (Finnish)Éric (French),Erik (Hungarian)Eiríkur (Icelandic),Erikas (Lithuanian)Erik (Medieval Scandinavian),EirikErik (Norwegian)Eryk (Polish),Érico (Portuguese)Erik (Slovak)Erik (Slovene)

SAME SPELLING: ÉricÈric

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