mother earth

She Who is All – The Goddess of Ten Thousand Names

October, 2018

Dzivaguru

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This Mother Earth Goddess was of the Shona-speaking Korekore peoples of Zimbabwe.

She was the Goddess of Earth and the Darkness of Night. It was She who controlled the clouds and the rain, and the pools and the streams.

Dzivaguru was kind and compassionate toward her people. She brought the rain, and with the help of her two beautiful, golden Sunbirds, She brought the sun. Because of Her, Her land was fruitful and abundant.

She lived in a palace which was on an ancient lake. She walked freely, and often, amongst her meadows and forests, drinking from her magical cornucopia, which brought Her everything She could ever wish for.

There came a time when the Sky God’s son, Nosenga, became jealous of Her land and Her wealth. He wanted all that She had and so, decided to just take it from Her.

Dzivaguru was smart, however, and knew his plans, and so concealed all of Her wealth and lands in fog to conceal it. He used a magic ribbon to see and was able to finally find Her palace.

She tried to flee but he set a trap for Her by trapping Her two beautiful Sunbirds, bringing the

sunshine.

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Dzivaguru was angered by Nosenga’s actions. He had Her Sunbirds and he took Her lands. She left, but not before taking Her lake, and with it, Her control over the waters and the rain.

She cursed him, saying that his worship would be short-lived and that because he stole Her birds, that the sun would never set and the lands would be parched and cracked because She would not bring the rains. Thus, She disappeared. To this day, Her people still call out to her for rain.

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About the Author:

Susan Morgaine is a Daughter of the Goddess, Witch, Writer, Teacher, Healer, and Yogini. She is a monthly columnist with PaganPages.org Her writings can be found in The Girl God Anthologies, “Whatever Works: Feminists of Faith Speak” and “Jesus, Mohammed and the Goddess”, as well as Mago Publications “She Rises, Volume 2, and “Celebrating Seasons of the Goddess”. She has also been published in Jareeda and SageWoman magazines. She is a Certified Women’s Empowerment Coach/Facilitator through She is the author of “My Name is Isis”, one in the series of the “My Name Is………” children’s books published by The Girl God Publications. A Woman International, founded by Patricia Lynn Reilly. She has long been involved in Goddess Spirituality and Feminism, teaching classes and workshops, including Priestessing Red Tents within MA and RI. She is entering her 20th year teaching Kundalini Yoga and Meditation, being a Certified instructor through the Kundalini Research Institute, as well as being a Reiki Master. She is a member of the Sisterhood of Avalon. She can be found at https://mysticalshores.wordpress.com/ and her email is MysticalShores@gmail.com

My Name is Isis (Volume 4)

SpellCrafting: Spells & Rituals

March, 2018

Egg Spells

Merry meet.

Eggs are one of Ostara’s most prevalent associations. Like all seeds, it contains the promise of a new life. It is a potent symbol of fertility because it contains the power to become something: a chicken, a turtle, a bird, a fish. Eggs are a symbol of abundance, prosperity and the rebirth of nature. In some traditions, the entire universe is portrayed as an egg. That makes them very magickal.

At Ostara, the Wheel of the Year is perfectly balanced. Day and night are of equal length. Masculine and feminine, inner and outer, dark and light are also balanced as the world begins to come alive. Imbolc’s whispered hopes become Ostara’s actions. At this moment, the light defeats the dark. The power is expansive and exuberant.

To harness Ostara energy in a spell, let an egg be the seed that will bring forth your desires. Inscribe it with symbols, pictures or words for abundance, joy, healing, strength, security, laughter or whatever you can imagine and feel yourself possessing. Consider dying the egg in a corresponding color, such as green for abundance, fertility, or eco-magic; and red for will, strength, passion or purification. Yellow corresponds with laughter, thought, travel, communication, happiness, freedom and beginnings; while blue can be used for healing, compassion, love and dreams.

As you decorate the egg, infuse it with the feeling of already having these qualities, of having reached the goal or of having had the wishes come true. Clear your mind and hold the egg as you continue to add your energy to it with breath, song, dance or words, focusing on your desires and their place in your life.

Then, on Ostara night, bury it, perhaps in a garden, as an offering to Mother Earth, and know that as it transforms and feeds the earth, it feeds and transforms what you wish to manifest.

You can also use an egg as a spell bottle of sorts.

First, make holes at both ends of the egg and blow the contents into a small container to be used for recipes. Rinse out the empty shell and let it dry.

Write your spell on a piece of paper small enough that you can roll it up and slip it into the hole at one end of the egg. You might want to include symbols, anoint it with an oil related to your desires and perhaps include corresponding botanicals before rolling it up.

Once it is inside, seal the holes by dripping melted candle wax on them.

Place the egg at the base of a special tree and ask it to guard your workings, adding its strength to yours.

If you have other spells involving eggs, please share on our Facebook page so that we all might benefit from your experience.

Merry part. And merry meet again.

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About the Author:

Lynn Woike was 50 – divorced and living on her own for the first time – before she consciously began practicing as a self taught solitary witch. She draws on an eclectic mix of old ways she has studied – from her Sicilian and Germanic heritage to Zen and astrology, the fae, Buddhism, Celtic, the Kabbalah, Norse and Native American – pulling from each as she is guided. She practices yoga, reads Tarot and uses Reiki. From the time she was little, she has loved stories, making her job as the editor of two monthly newspapers seem less than the work it is because of the stories she gets to tell. She lives with her large white cat, Pyewacket, in central Connecticut. You can follow her boards on Pinterest, and write to her at woikelynn at gmail dot com.

Solstice Releases and Intentions

January, 2018

At this time of year, my inner wise one (A.K.A High Self or Dreamer) wants to slow down to the pace of cracking ice.  All I want to do as folks buzz around buying gifts is to journey to the centre of the planet where I can dream with the Earth Mother.  I want to engage in the Norse tradition of hygge and regain balance. Often, I do any Christmas preparations in November so I can have this time in December for introspection and slowing down. Ancient peoples, of course, knew that the winter solstice was a powerful time for dreaming and connecting with the inner wise one. 

In my home, we honour our ancestral Catholic roots as well as the shamanic ones. We celebrate Christmas with our Catholic relatives by feasting, spending time together and exchanging gifts.  And when that is all over, my shamanic foundation comes to the fore. I go into my inner cave to see what needs releasing from the previous year, I release it into the earth, and then I birth my Vision Board for what I want to create in the next year.

We humans are more powerful than we know.  We spend a lot of time feeling helpless, allowing ourselves to fall into victimhood.  I’ve found through experience that Carlos Castaneda, the pioneering anthropologist and dreamer said it best: “We either make ourselves miserable, or we make ourselves strong. The amount of energy is the same.” We humans tend to stay in patterns and pack around crap that doesn’t serve our evolution for a long time. We forget–if we ever were encouraged to remember–that we can release pain, trauma, and harmful patterns right out of our energy bodies.

As I often tell kids, if you outstretch your arms and draw a 3D egg around your body that same width all the way around, that is your energy field and the only thing you have control of in your life. When I tell kids that they are in command of what comes into that space and what leaves, they look at me funny initially and then a remembering often comes upon them.  They remember that they are made of spirit and light: often, they are eager to try the simple technique of scanning their bodies and energy system, followed by pulling the energy right from where they feel it into the earth where it can be composted. The earth is good at neutralizing low vibrating energies so we don’t have to worry about hurting her.  In my experience, she is more than happy to help humans return to balance.  With more stubborn energies, I have the kids imagine they are cutting the energy from their bodies from the root or then banishing out of their energy bubbles forever.

I have already started releasing the past year through ceremony and I know that next year, my focus will be on curtailing my workaholic tendencies to bring in more pleasure-full activities that feed my spirit, body, heart, mind, and life force energy.  I’ve created new boundaries with my place of employment, with myself, my friends, and my family members to support this change. I realize that being is a state that comes from being present.  Even when my life is full, presence is possible when l take command of where I put my attention in any given moment.

Most people this time of year are getting ready to make New Year’s resolutions.  I’ve tried those and I don’t find them to be very effective.  Why?  Well, they feel more like “have tos” or “should dos” mostly based on what the external world expects of me. Usually, people don’t consult with their High Selves before they make these resolutions.  I know I didn’t before I started practicing shamanism!  I’ve found that dreaming with my inner wise one to set an intention and focus for the year is a much more powerful way to manifest what I want more of in my life. If you are tired of making resolutions to no avail, I recommend trying releases and intentions instead this year.  See if it feels any different from what you normally do this time of year. What dreams do you want to fertilize this year to make yourself stronger?  This simple Solstice Intentions Ceremony on the Rainbow Bridge Ceremonial Society’s website is excellent for anyone wanting to play with the energy of intent for 2018.

http://www.rainbowbridgesociety.com/solstice-intentions-ceremony/

Happy solstice everyone.  I wish you all a year of putting your unique light into the world.  May your giveaways of service some back to you many times over. May you grow the self-worth to receive and then recognize these gifts from Spirit.

 

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About the Author:

 

 

Jennifer Engrácio has been a student of shamanism since 2005. Jennifer is a certified teacher who has worked with children in many different education settings since 2001. She is a certified shamanic practitioner, reiki master, and lomilomi practitioner; in addition, she runs Spiral Dance Shamanics. Originally from Vancouver, Canada, she now lives in Calgary, Canada with her life partner.

 

Engrácio participated in self-publishing three books that are now available:

 

The Magic Circle: Shamanic Ceremonies for the Child and the Child Within”
“Women’s Power Stories: Honouring the Feminine Principle of Life”
“Dreaming of Cupcakes: A Food Addict’s Shamanic Journey into Healing”

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A Woman’s Place…

January, 2018

As I was considering what to write for this column this month, I thought there was so much to choose from: the @MeToo phenomonen, more political attacks against reproductive freedom and women’s agency, attacks on LGBTQ, attacks on our Mother Earth, and so much more……you get the picture, I am sure. But then I came across this, and it said in a few words what I probably would have written in two pages.

This is short, sweet and simple, and yet gets the message across.

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About the Author:

Susan Morgaine is a Daughter of the Goddess, Witch, Writer, Teacher, Healer, and Yogini. She is a monthly columnist with PaganPages.org Her writings can be found in The Girl God Anthologies, “Whatever Works: Feminists of Faith Speak” and “Jesus, Mohammed and the Goddess”, as well as Mago Publications “She Rises, Volume 2, and “Celebrating Seasons of the Goddess”. She has also been published in Jareeda and SageWoman magazines. She is a Certified Women’s Empowerment Coach/Facilitator through She is the author of “My Name is Isis, the Egyptian Goddess”, one in the series of the “My Name Is………” children’s books published by The Girl God Publications. A Woman International, founded by Patricia Lynn Reilly. She has long been involved in Goddess Spirituality and Feminism, teaching classes and workshops, including Priestessing Red Tents within MA and RI. She is entering her 20th year teaching Kundalini Yoga and Meditation, being a Certified instructor through the Kundalini Research Institute, as well as being a Reiki Master. She is a member of the Sisterhood of Avalon. She can be found at https://mysticalshores.wordpress.com/ and her email is MysticalShores@gmail.com

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Finding the Pagan Way

September, 2015

Shamanism

In many ways, my spiritual journey has brought me beyond the more publicised aspects of paganism and deeper into a rediscovery of shamanism. Whereas much of what is practised in the names of many long lost systems of belief is, largely, a modern reconstruction,- there is still a strong shamanistic tradition in many of the surviving indigenous peoples around the world.

At a time when the western societies are floundering under the unsupportable system of capitalism, we have much to learn from societies which have lived in a sustainable fashion for most of mankind’s history. But ironically, at a time when we need their wisdom the most, the attack on indigenous peoples has been renewed as the corporate world eyes their lands with its habitual greedy stare.

The hunger for timber, minerals and new sites for hydroelectric dams has forced many peoples from their ancestral lands. We have seen the same crimes repeated over and over again as, what we foolishly call, civilisation spread across the globe. Forests are cut down and overworked until nothing but deserts or dust bowls remain. Rivers become polluted and the native flora and fauna became extinct. Respect for the land and for other life becomes replaced with arrogance and a total absence of compassion. Prejudice and hatred become the norm as the native inhabitants are forced out and the “settlers” attempt to justify their actions.

The time has come for those who claim to believe in a better world to stand up and tell their governments to act now. We have a duty to save what is left of this planets natural reserves and to protect the rights of those groups who are still living in a sustainable way. They are the teachers of the future who can show us how to regain our sense of balance and humility before we destroy this planet on which we depend.

A Warriors Tears.

What will we make of our new world, where all the roses died,

When all alone we stand upon the naked earth, where once the weeping willow cried.

Once the cheerful sparrow chirped upon the leafy bough,

And now, across the Barren wastes, the wind blows soft and low

And when our world has gone,

Where will we go?

Where once a mighty river flowed, now runs a ragged little stream.

No fish still swim within it’s dark and murky flow,- no lovers float and dream.

No dragonflies above the bare, baked clay that guides its weary way.

No butterflies delight our eyes with colourful display.

And when our world has gone,

Where will we go?

Take the seeds of mother earth and scatter them wherever you may go.

Plant ten trees for every tree that dies.

Cut the fences, chop the posts and let the buffalo run free.

Take the earth back from the greedy, let us share it as we did in days of old.

For when our Mother dies,

Where will we go?

Patrick W Kavanagh 21/07/2013

by Bill Oliver boysoblue.com

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My ancient friend

I lay beside you on the cold damp earth,
My tears where mingling with the early dew.
I ran my fingers down your cold coarse skin,
Your wisdom torn from me,- what shall I do?

Your silent counsel,- from me gone…
The quiet dreams you gave me through the years
Your towering strength that sheltered from the storm,
Where once was calm, I now find only tears.

I must stay centred,- must keep anger from my breast,
They tore you from our mother earth,-still in your prime.
No more your shelter for the birds to rest,
You lie,uprooted, long before your time.

I wish that I could set your spirit free,
Release your ancient heart to ash with sacred fire,
And when you go before me to the source,
Please tell,- at least one human loved a tree.

Our Mother now lies stricken, Bones bare, Her Beauty laid to waste
Despoilers!..Stop!..you must learn how to listen,
The source of all will not much longer bear this foul disgrace!
Learn your purpose,-Learn your place,
Our time grows shorter in this sacred place.

Patrick Kavanagh
16/04/12

Finding the Pagan Way

March, 2015

Touching Mother Earth

I was sitting in my van one morning, quite recently. The windows were open and I was listening to a pretty little bird chattering away as I gazed across the misty fields. It was a cold damp morning, everything tinged with silver and grey. I could hear the distant traffic from the M180,- it sounded like waves on shore. I relaxed and allowed my mind to wander.

I began to ponder on the myth, and the hidden purpose of civilization. I found myself sitting in a cave, looking out past a large fire in the entrance. Behind it, I felt protected from wolves and bears, but I Knew That I was still surrounded by nature. In the cave with me were spiders, all sorts of bugs… and of course, the very rocks themselves.

I began to think of Star Trek, the popular television series when I was young. I loved it!, however, there were certain assumptions behind the series that do us much more harm than good. The series promulgated the assumption that somehow, man would ‘conquer’ the universe,- that he could, somehow, feed himself with an unknown source of power that was controlled by computers. As if the barren planets on which he landed were of no real consequence. This idea of being independent of our own mother planet has moulded us into an attitude of carelessness and dulled our realisation that we depend very much for our survival on mother earth.

Since the dawn of ‘civilisation’, mankind has destroyed the ecological balance around his cities at an alarming, and accelerating rate. We have deserts where we once had huge forests,- caused by early cities stripping the woods for fuel, then allowing over-grazing by livestock. We raze millions of acres of tropical forests every single year. We pump billions of tons of gasses into the atmosphere, without any idea of the full impact of our actions. And the reason for our actions?

This has always seemed the craziest part of an insane history. So many people have lived and died for gold. It is pretty, and it makes lovely jewellery, but its true value is so much less than that which society places on it. Yet, those who have risen to the upper echelons of our society, seem to be those who love and worship wealth above all things.

Counting Up and Counting Out

Shiny coins and crisp new notes. Counting money,- counting votes.
Counting on my new friend, Mammon, hoping He will help me out.
Anticipating envy in the eyes of all who see my mounting wealth,
Images inside my avaricious eyes, of all my enemies who’ll scream and shout,
but not for joy.

Pile it up beneath the bed. Dig a hole beneath the floor inside the garden shed.
Mustn’t say too much, or have too many people stopping by,
I tell them just enough, To see the envy growing in their eyes.

Sometimes, I think a party would be nice, Counting Up and Counting Out.

Shiny coins and crisp new notes. Counting money,- counting votes.
Counting on my new friend, Mammon, hoping He will help me out.
Anticipating envy in the eyes of all who see my mounting wealth,
Images inside my avaricious eyes, of all my enemies who’ll scream and shout,
but not for joy.

Pile it up beneath the bed. Dig a hole beneath the floor inside the garden shed.
Mustn’t say too much, or have too many people stopping by,
I tell them just enough, To see the envy growing in their eyes.

I could show my many pretty things and hand out free advice,
But then I think about the price,
and change my mind.

It’s coming with me when I die,
A coffin made of solid gold inside a temple reaching to the sky.
And if you want to know the reason why,
It’s mine!, and I don’t wish to share it.
I doubt that you would care for it ,
the way I do.

It’s for the best that all my wealth should stay with me.
And I’ll be rich for all eternity…
I think it is so truly fine, that until the very end of time,
I’ll have more wealth than you!

Patrick W Kavanagh
18/02/13

Pagan

Worship of Mammon, by Evelyn de Morgan 1909

But how have we reached the insane conclusion that cash is more important that corn or crops,- or even the air that we breathe?. More importantly, how do we cure this strange illusion?

Modern society has made us become divorced from reality to a great extent. We foolishly believe that we are somehow separate from nature. I was as much a victim of this illusion as many other people are. I gazed at the stars, while being totally oblivious to the earth beneath my feet.

Meaning

A single feather falls from a clear blue sky,
into your open palm.
Mystery,
Truth,
Beauty,
Love,
The Universe is still, and has a meaning of its own.
It simply Is.
The busy human mind has spun a web of fantasy and lies.
We trample on the flowers,
But never once look to the skies.

Patrick W Kavanagh
21/01/2013

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A whole new world opened up for me when I met my wife Tina. I had spent my whole life in searching for the meaning of life. I read thousands of books,- most of them now totally forgotten.

Tina and I became friends about two years after my late wife passed. When I was around her, I felt a peace that I had not had for a long time. Tina has a beautiful, healing aura that mny people notice as soon as they meet her. I was sitting in her garden one day, and she persuaded me to take off my shoes and feel the grass and the earth under my feet. I had been reading about how the build up of positive ions in the body is believed to cause bad health,- so I agreed to try it. I really believe it was the begining of my new life that day. Slowly, as the weeks passed I began to feel much more alive.

Then, my whole world seemed to open up. I have described many of the events in previous articles, so I will not repeat them here. I believe that Tina and I were guided to each other, so that we could help each other in our work. Once I had begun to ground again, and reconnect to the earth, my health, vitality and spirituality all took on new life.

Tina and I were handfasted last year, by a wiccan priest and priestess, who have become good friends. I can still remember my first converation with D,- who tried to explain the level of aliveness and connection that is felt when totally open to the elements. I still have a lot to learn in this area myself. I would certainly advise everyone to spend as much time barefoot, and away from synthetic floorings, as much as possible. In a few short years, I have regained much, simply by going barefoot as much as possible.

We need to reconnect to nature if we wish to save ourselves, and this beautiful planet which nutures and sustains us. To me, a large part of paganism is about re-establishing that connection. We do not have time to squabble about different ideologies. They do not matter in the overall scheme of things. Either we are awake, connected and seeking the light,- or we are asleep.

There are awakened people in every culture and belief system.

The universe is alive and intelligent. Spirit exists and interacts with us in many forms, depending on our expectations. We can open up to the meaning and the help available, simply by deciding that we need to. Intention is everything. If we hold to our intent, then a path will be opened for us. It will most likely be a slightly different path for everyone who seeks to walk it,- but, the journey needs to be taken.

Spirit and Nature are intertwined. They are all around us. We all like our comforts, but the balance needs to be restored with nature. It starts with the realisation that we are a part of nature and always connected. We are also connected to each other,- everything we do impacts on the whole world and everyone in it. Tina and I do all we can, in our small way, to increase that connection. We share all that we have learned and are still learning. We give spirit readings and heal with the spirit drum. More and more people around us are becoming active in drumming and healing. There are many paths, and many others are doing similar things under different labels. Our hope,is that the trickle of spirituality will become a torrent which will sweep away the stupidity of world governments who care only for profit and power. Many call us “Tree Huggers” and “New Age Hippies”. I do not mind either term. I try to live for peace and love,- and the most empowering thing any of us can do is to hug a tree and feel the energy and healing that pours from them.

Tree of Life

March, 2014

The Earth Is Our Mother…

 

‘The Earth is our Mother, We must take care of Her.’ – Native American Chant

 

This month, on Saturday, March 29th, people around the world will mark ‘Earth Hour’ from 8.30pm to 9.30pm during participants’ local time (see http://www.earthhour.org/ for further information). Earth Hour is an annual event organised by the World Wide Fund for Nature, which encourages participants to turn off their non-essential lights for one hour as a symbol for their commitment to the planet. Our household has been celebrating Earth Hour for the last few years and find it a lovely, tranquil thing to do. We usually turn off all electrical items and sit by candle-light, talking, meditating or playing board games.

 

I am not one of those people who believe that spirituality and politics should be kept separate. As a Pagan, I truly believe that the Earth is sacred. And that means I am prepared to stand up and be counted when I see Her well-being under threat.

 

Activism is a scary word to many people; it can conjure up images of raucous demonstrations, people chained to railings, angry clashes with authority. But this is just one type of activism, and one kind of demonstration, for that matter! Earth Hour is a great example of a peaceful, yet powerful demonstration. Political demonstrations are generally the eye-catching, headline-grabbing face of activism. And for that reason they are important – they get publicity, thereby raising public awareness of causes and hopefully gathering more support in the process. Marching or standing in solidarity with others is also a great way of realising that you are not alone in caring about an issue, and that can be very heartening!

 

But demonstrations are only one kind of activism. For me the real activism, the activism that is most meaningful and most important, is the day-to-day activism. What do I mean by day-to-day activism? Well just as Samhain (for example) is a high-profile Pagan festival at which my non-Pagan friends and family are probably most aware of my beliefs, I am still Pagan the other 364 days of the year, even if it is not so visible to them. It is this day-to-day Paganism and day-to-day activism that really grounds me in my beliefs.

So how does such day-to-day activism work? Quite simply, it is how I live my life, the choices I make. I try to live lightly on the earth. I try to reduce my carbon footprint. I try to make wise choices about what and how much I consume. I try to be honest, fair and compassionate in my dealings with other beings. I try to treat others as I would like to be treated. I try to reduce, re-use, repair, recycle. I try not to do any harm. I think about the kind of world I would like to live in, and try to live in ways that are compatible with that.

I do not always succeed. Sometimes I am tired and stressed and compassion is hard to find. Sometimes I can’t afford the ethical choice. Or I don’t know which is the best choice, Fair Trade or recycled? Organic or free range? Sometimes there are no ‘good’ choices and it comes down to making the least bad choice.

 

The important thing is to keep trying, keep in mind that vision of the world I want to live in, keep working towards it, building the good future. This is the work of day-to-day activism, and it is this that I believe truly makes a difference in the long run. Just think of all those little actions being done every day by people all around the world and how they can add up.

So I hope you will join with me in marking Earth Hour on 29th March, and perhaps Earth Day next month (22nd April). But I hope you will also take the opportunity to live your every day life as an activist, thinking about how and what you do, and the power you have to play your part in caring for this beautiful blue-green planet and all its inhabitants.

 

After all, The Earth is our Mother. We must take care of Her.

Moon Owl Observations

March, 2011

Gaia- The Earth Mother

Gaia is the oldest Goddess and is also very well known. She was born from chaos and is the mother and lover of many. There are several stories around Gaia and many different interpretations. This is mine.

Gaia is the mother of all creation. She is the earth mother and created beauty that most people are ignorant of today. She created birds, trees, flowers, grass, and many more amazing additions to our Earth. She goes by many names, some of them including: Gaea, Ge, and Gea. She is represented by fruits and cornucopia. Over time Gaia became better known as a metaphysical notion more than a recognized Goddess.  Gaia represents the living earth and is best  known in Paganism as the Goddess of Wicca, also many Gods would invoke Gaia when they would make their oaths.  Her center of worship is in Attica, which is a popular historical site in Greece which contains Athens.

Gaia gave birth to both the sea (Pontus) and the sky (Uranus), and she later went on to have many children with her son Uranus. These Children are the most well known of hers and there are many stories surrounding the births and lives of these born from Gaia.

The children she had with Uranus are:

The Titans*: Oceanus, Coeus, Hyperion, Crius, Iapetus, Cronus, Theia, Rhea, Mnemosyne, Phoebe, Tethys and Themis.

The Cyclops: Arges, Brontes and Steropes

The Monsters (Hecatonvhrties): Briareus, Cottus and Gyes

The Elder Muses: Mneme, Melete and Aoide.

One of the best known stories of Uranus and Gaia is that when Uranus sent the Titans to prison so they could not overthrow him. When Uranus did this Gaia was very upset and had him castrated by Cronus (Seperation of the earth and sky) When this happened,  Uranus’ genitals were thrown into the sea which lead to the birth of Aphrodite. From the blood of  a defeated Uranus came more children. These are the Giantes, Erinyes, and Meliae.

After Uranus was castrated, Gaia mated with one of her other children, Pontus (The sea). With Pontus she gave birth to Ceto, Phorcys, Eurybia, Nereus and Thaumas. After this Gaia went on to have many children with numerous others. The most well known of her other children would be Antaeus, Charybdis, Typhon, Echindna, Campe, Manes, and Erichthonius. She is also responsible for the mountains, seas and nymphs.  Some believe she also gave birth to the harpies and python.

As you can see Gaia is one remarkable Goddess and is the deity for many pagans and witches today, including me. She is a strong, outstanding and notable Goddess who deserves to be recognized.


* The Titans were the first generation of Gods with 6 female and 6 male.