Becoming 

If there were one thing I would say that needs to be given the most attention in one’s magical practice is the Art of Becoming.

When we cast our Circle and invite the Elements, in truth, they are already there. It is within ourselves that we must become those Elements to feel their presence in our Circle.

Because of this, we need to spend time studying them.

My students are required to study one Element at a time – for one season – Fire in the Summer, Water in the Fall, Earth in the Winter, and Air in the Spring.

They identify Elements by sight, by sound, by taste, in hearing them and in feeling them, and then they embody them.

They sit with plants. The sit under trees and ask the trees to share their stories. They hold stones. They burn herbs to learn how those herbs affect them.

They journey with them to learn what they are willing to share.

And they record all of this in the journals.

Once this is done, they then learn to project these energies out to others.

It is the same when you are aspecting a Goddess or a God – you must become Them.

The only way to do that is to first know Them, not just from books and other references, but from your own personal experience as you embody Them.

In my own healing method, which I call Annym Billagh (the spirit of trees), one learns the healing energies of trees by becoming those trees, by feeling their energy and projecting it for healing.

When a member of a Native American tribe dances an animal, he is not just imitating that animal he is becoming the animal in the dance.

When a dancer wishes to portray an image  in her dance, she must become that image.

When an artist paints, he first learns what it is he wishes to paint.

He learns so well that what he wants to paint becomes a part of him and then it is moved onto the paper.

When an actor portrays a character on the stage or on film, she must first become that character.

So  it is in a magical practice.

When we have a desire, when we wish something to be in our lives, we must feel it, we must see it we must be in that state to manifest it in the world of form. We must become our desire.

Let’s look briefly at Frigga.

If you are familiar with the Goddess Frigga, you know that She sits within Her hall and spins thread for the Norns to weave into the great tapestry of life. She never reveals what is in the thread She spins, but  if you have come to know Her, you can tell Her of your dreams and ask Her to spin them into the thread of our life, if She will.

Frigga’s thread is the substance of becoming. You can ask for Her thread and once you have it, you can take it and shape it, and  manifest what is to come in your life.

The same is true of Verdandi, one of the Norns, whose name means “being–in–becoming.”

If you are familiar with the stories of how the Gaels settled Ireland, you will have heard of Amergin, Amergin, son of Mile, the great Druid of the Milesians. One of the ways that Druids worked their Magic was by “becoming”, or by actually changing reality. A classic example of this ability is found within “The Song of Amergin”, by the Druid who led the Gaels in defeating the Tuatha de Danann.

Hear now his song, called The Mystery,

I am a stag of seven tines,
I am a wide flood on a plain,
I am a wind on the deep waters,
I am a shining tear of the sun,
I am a hawk on a cliff,
I am fair among the flowers,
I am a god who sets the head afire with smoke,
I am a battle-waging spear,
I am a salmon in the pool,
I am a hill of poetry,
I am a ruthless boar,
I am a threatening noise of the sea,
I am a wave of the sea,

Who but I know the secrets of the unhewn dolmen?
I am the womb of every holt,
I am the blaze on every hill,
I am the queen of every hive,
I am the shield for every head,
I am the tomb of every hope.

Amergin was not just speaking of these experiences. He knew what they were for he had “become” each of them. He had embodied them. By having embodied them, he could harness the powers of the land of Ireland, and claim it for the Gaels.

Here is some more mythology that we can learn from.

Let me quote……

“I am Manannan, son of Ler, King of the Land of Promise; and to see the Land of Promise was the reason I brought thee hither …

The fountain which thou sawest, with the five streams out of it, is the Fountain of Knowledge, and the streams are the five senses through which knowledge is obtained.

And no one will have knowledge who drinketh not a draught out of the fountain itself and out of the streams.”

“The Salmon of Knowledge is also the Salmon of Wisdom whose home is the Well of Segais. (Shigish)

The Well of Segais is the Otherworld source of the Boyne. (Boy-na)

It is a deep pool, surrounded by the Nine Hazels of Inspiration.

The Hazel nuts ripen and fall into the pool where the Salmon eats them.

She cracks their shells, which stain the waters of the well purple.

The empty shells float off, down the five streams that flow from the Well of Segais.  (Shi-Gish)

The five streams are the five senses through which we perceive the world.

It is said that one may never be wise until one has drunk from the Well of Segais (Shi-Gish) and from each of the five streams.”

So, from this, I know that I must experience through all of who I am, through all my senses which must be open.

These are the Five Senses …

Seeing
Hearing
Touching
Feeling
Smelling

There is another pool called the Well of Conla. It is much like the Well of Segais (Shi-Gish) except that seven streams flow from the Well of Conla.

Celtic traditions sometimes speak of humans as having seven senses:

seeing, hearing, tasting, touching, smelling, speaking, and thinking.

As with the Well of Segais (Shi-Gish), none may become wise until one has drunk deeply from the Well of Conla and the seven streams.

These words became from Amergin’s “imbas” as he stepped upon the shores of Ireland after the Gaels had overcome the winds raised by the De Danann.

They mark the beginnings of the battle for the sovereignty of the Land. Amergin has claimed the elements of Ireland for himself and his people. It is an example of the way a Druid would work. It smacks of Otherworldly wisdom and power over the elements, in much the same way that a Shaman would work.

Amergin is “becoming” … these elements. As a Druid poet, he is one with the elements. He is synchronizing himself with the spirit that controls these items. It is a series of symbols. It can be viewed metaphorically. But the fact is, it got results!

The wind died and the Gaels landed on Ireland to claim its sovereignty. The lesson in all of this and my message to you, is this…

While it is important to read, study and to learn all you can, it is also vitally important that you spend as much time as you can be learning how to “be” those things that are around you.

You can do magic, you can do ritual all day long and unless you “become” those things you wish to invite in your Circle, or those things you wish to manifest in your magic, or those gods and goddesses you wish to work with, you must first, become them.

For the Fall Equinox

Persephone and Hades – A Dialogue

Persephone:

“Oh no!  What is happening to me?
Not of my own free will
Have I done this!

Down going deeper
Against my will.
No one enters these shadows willingly.

Here I will be forced to see
What I think is bad.
Anger, desire, greed, hate, fear
Guilt, despair!

Why would I ever
Choose to do this?
I am afraid.
It is dark and oh, so cold here.”

Hades:

“Here,” a voice said.
“Let me give you a torch.”

Persephone:

“Oh – He is beautiful.
His eyes dark and warm
As He smiles at me.”

Hades:

“I will help you in these shadows.
Never fear.
You are to be my Queen, my dear.

Once you realize that those aspects
of yourself are all part of you
to be used for good,
you will become whole in yourself.
To rule in this world
you must be strong and sure.
Fearless.

Anger is what can right all wrongs,
If used well.

Desire, brings all things good to you.
Fear, alerts you to danger,
so that precautions can be made.

Greed and envy
Merely serve to help us see
what is really good for us, or not.

Hate, a response to fear
With a lesson to be learned.
So that we can learn to love.

Despair, a sadness that we can finally rise above
and seek out the good in the world.

Come, my dear, take my hand.
Be my bride.
Be the queen you were born to be.

Through my love for you,
You will love yourself,
And all others.

You will see the sadness
In the world,
But give hope to the hopeless,
Love to the unloved
Joy to those who despair.

Come my love, Be my Queen.”

Persephone:

“Oh, yes, my beautiful King.
I am yours.”

Birch

Your silver trunk and dark spotted branches,
nestled in the winter snow,
your red blood known for many cures.
You drop your seeds in the coldest times,
are the first to grow after fire.

You prepare the way for other trees
and grow on barren land,
your branches while against the whites now,
your fallen leaves and branches,
nourishment for those that follow.

My memories see you standing there
in the wintry home of my youth.
Though in appearance delicate and soft
You have the strength to grow
when others quickly die.

You are the seed of beginnings
of infinite potential
tall, proud Lady of the Woods.

 

Today is the first day of the Birch Moon

Simple Joy

When I hear birds singing
High up in my tree,
I smile and listen to their song.

As I feel the sun shining down
Warm upon my skin,
I feel comforted and held close.

So many memories I can call to myself
My children laughing and playing
Now their children and their children too.

When Finnean, my cat, climbs on the bed
Snuggling up as close as he can
I know he is saying I love you.

When Calhoun, my furry friend
Sings when the telephone rings
I laugh, with pleasure at his song.

When I create in the kitchen
And it looks pretty too,
A picture and the recipe are shared.

When the wind is blowing hard
And trees are bending down
I know a storm is coming soon.

Thunder now, lightning close by
Rain falling hard against the ground
I feel supercharged, empowered by the sound.

Frogs hopping about in puddles made from the rain
I laugh at their pleasure
That they, like me, love playing in the rain.

The sky clears and the sun comes out
And with that, a beautiful rainbow
Wonder and joy are mine with this gift.

So many gifts when we just open our eyes
Breathe in, taste, feel and hear
All the sounds of life.

Phone Message Left on Phone at the Closing of Wikima

Wikima’s gone – here no more.
Couldn’t handle being poor.
Took the shop and moved away
Looking for a brighter day.
Wikima’s there, within your heart
Even though we had to part.

Love the Earth we live upon.
Wake up to a brighter dawn.
Walk your talk and walk it tall.
Do your part however small.
Be in balance with all around.
Keep harmony in your surround.

We’re all related, don’t you see?
May you ever, Blessed Be!!

Widgets and Gidgets

Widgets and gidgets and wickety pop
Things I have and things I got.
Things of beauty and works of art
Things of which I am a part.
All collected and put away
To savor and hold another day.

Books and papers and magical things
Beads and baubles and silver rings,
All mementos of yesterday.
I touch and hold and wish to play
And dance the music of the past
All saved to make my memories last.

Wrapping and boxing I recall
Dreams and lovers, good times all.
Friends and happenings all come clear
These are things that make life dear.
So, I’ll keep them a little bit longer
To make the future that much stronger

If I remember what’s said and done.
Then I’ll not fear what’s yet to come.

Old Ways Once More

We each began all in one place,
Our memories were lost but save a trace
There were those gifted with the sight
To see the mysteries of their life.

Through the men their wisdom told
To save, preserve and guardedly hold.
Ancient peoples travelled far and wide
North and South, to soon divide.

Those who went south began to write
Their words they shared along with might.
As time does change the words we see
So changes too the mystery.

Ancient mysteries soon were lost
Passed on paper at great cost.
Who could know that through the years
The ancient’s wisdom would disappear.

Those travelling north did keep intact
Their ancient wisdom in their acts.
They kept the words within their minds
Telling to those of like kind.

As the Druids kept our history
So too they kept the mystery.
Never writing, no tools were there
Always speaking, the words to share.

Through the march of ancient Rome
Men were taken from their home.
So the knowledge they never waste
To the women they shared in haste.

Witches, wise ones, healers all
Those that knew and heard the call.
Guarded the knowledge, though not intact
As best they could through violent acts.

As they walked the sign of the wise
They took their wisdom in disguise
And told to others throughout the lands
The Law of the Order in their hands.

As I walk the sign of the wise
There can be no compromise
The story of creation I will tell
To any who listen as tears do swell.

To keep alive this ancient trust
To the wise, pass I must.
The Law of the Order I will share
To those who come and those who care.

Copyright 1991 Deanne Quarrie

WIKIMA MOVES ON

I had a dream to give and share
To all the people who came here.
To pass along a little spark
A brighter flame to light the dark.
The people came and then they’d go
Peace and love for all to know.
Within her doors she held the key
To open eyes that they might see.
Many paths they did converge
Along the road someday, they’ll merge.
I came to teach and that I’ve done
To all who quest to know the “One”.
The dream goes on to another place
It does not die but in this space.
Within their hearts she will live
To each some hope did she give.
Many friends have walked through here
Strangers then but now so dear.

I’ve learned from them along the way
And we will meet another day.
The wind has shifted and changed it’s course
It’s filled with promise without remorse.
New friends to make and words to share,
I’ve work to do when I get there.

Wikima is me – it’s not a place.
It doesn’t belong to just this space.
I take it with me wherever I go.
It’s what I am and with love I’ll show
In my work and in my play
Tomorrow will bring a brighter day.
On this adventure we all call life
It cannot be without some strife.

But through the struggle we learn and grow
The winds of change they always blow
And carry us on to better things.
Who can know what life will bring.
Down the road I’ll move along
And smile a lot and sing my song.
To those I meet who wish to grow.
Myself, my heart and love I’ll show.

for Whale Song

When I call you Sister,
It is not the same
As the bonds born out of blood
This time around.

It is Sister, in all sense Divine.
It is, as if at the time of creation,
When our soul was born,
We spilt in two,
Each a compliment to the other.

You are mentor, friend, sister, self,
A child of my heart,
To hold and nurture and give comfort.
There are memories to share,
Of things done before.
And plans to make
For what’s to come.

I don’t know what life will bring
Or when we’ll be together.
You’ll walk beside me, wherever I go
In my heart forever.

Others will come
And choose to grow.
The notes we’ll play
Will blend and rise
And all we do will harmonize
And be in Perfect Order

Consider Me

Consider me,
I’m kneeling at your feet.
If you were standing here,
I would not move.
My tears would fall like rain.
They’re tears of joy not pain.
I call you down,
Consider me.

She is from whom I come
And who I’ll always know.
She is within my soul
And is my very own.
The Moon, a-glow above
I call Her down to me.
She fills me up inside,
With love for all mankind.
I offer Her my love.
Her gentle ways.

She has another side
Within they both abide.
There lies my fire and flame.
She is my very own.
The Sun, a glow above,
I call Her down to me.
She fills me up inside.
Within Her strength resides.
I offer Her my love,
Her playful ways.

Her mighty hands do lead
And I would call Her names
And She does comfort me,
All the way.

Consider me,
I’m kneeling at your feet.
If you were standing here
I would not move.
My tears would fall like rain
They’re tears of joy not pain.
I call you down,
Consider me.