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The Wind Came at Night

October, 2018

The Wind Came at Night

 

In the days of chilling blaze

Springtime sun as winter fades

Dazzling spears and green grass blades

The gale the only blight.

Driving out to picnics gay

February turning into May

Hearts and smiles throughout the day

But the wind came at night.

 

Batten hatch and throw the catch

Draw the curtains and the latch

Find the candle; light a match

Glow ghostly and white.

Lights to ward off what’s outside

Whatever feral monsters ride

Abroad; their entrance is denied

Though the wind comes at night.

 

I saw a face outside my place

Swiftly passed, as in a race

I blinked and there was not a trace

I shivered with the fright.

I ran upstairs to check again

Peering through the glass in vain

The window howled as if in pain

From the wind in the night.

 

Clutch the blade and don’t be swayed.

Seek the spirit! Seek the shade!

Call the cook and tell the maid!

We search until the light.

Laughter in the face of fear

No bravery but a butt of beer

The wetness on my face a tear

From the wind in the night.

 

I grabbed my hat and stroked the cat

I peered between the shivering slats

I shrugged my coat on, faced the mat

I now would find this Wight.

For who was in this deathly storm?

What poor fool trapped and all forlorn?

Or was it evil ‘pon my lawn

When the wind came at night?

 

Slam the door and stand before

The howling horror’s mealy maw

Step forward though the soul abhors

This strange and streaming sight.

Trees are bent and strain to rise

Back to the black and bubbling skies

Clouds thick and crying; flying eyes

Borne on the wind at night.

 

The muddy grass was slippy glass

The rain like ice; cold, hard and fast

I braced against it, held the mast

Pressed on, quick as I might.

To save a soul or fight a ghost

I knew not what I feared the most

So wide eyed, I became engrossed

In the wind in the night.

 

Turn around, and back you bound

Running from the brutal sound

Cacophony of sky meets ground

The planet bursts alight!

Or stand and see the riders’ glee

The horses stamping fretfully

Red eyes, black coats, white spittle; see

The wind come in the night.

 

I didn’t flee; I had to see

What creatures stomped and stared at me

I turned and riders one, two, three

No reins; no bit to bite.

Recognition jarred my heart

My lord! My earth! My burning hearth!

My words though, they were ripped apart

By the wind in the night.

 

See the fire, see the spark

The star, the candle in the dark

The life, the sound to which we hark

The blood, the beat, the light;

The terrifying truth of life

The endless struggle, burning strife

Turning key and turning knife

The wind that comes at night.

 

It was no waif I had to save

Nor any ghostly, haunting wraith

I had spied from my house so safe

So warm and kind and light

Cernunnos!’ I cried out. ‘Herne!’

Take me with you, let me learn!’

They laughed, and all my visions burned

In the wind that came at night.

 

North or South or East or West

I know not which gust is the best

I only know I need to rest

I have no will to fight

Though each day dawns well

and morning swells

with promise fierce and true

Once evening creeps I cling to you.

The wind

It comes

At night.

 

*Copyright 23rd February 2016

 

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About the Author:

Mabh Savage is a Pagan author, poet and musician, as well as a freelance journalist.

She is the author of A Modern Celt: Seeking the Ancestors and Pagan Portals – Celtic Witchcraft: Modern Witchcraft Meets Celtic Ways.

 

A Modern Celt: Seeking the Ancestors

 

Pagan Portals – Celtic Witchcraft: Modern Witchcraft Meets Celtic Ways

GoodGod!

January, 2018

Meet the Gods: Boreas

 

 

Merry meet.

When the wind would blow and the windows or the screen door would startle her dog, my aunt would say, “That’s Maria,” referring to Kingston Trio song from the ’60s, “They Call The Wind Maria.”

When you hear the cold north wind blow this winter, you can call it Boreas, the Greek god of the cold north wind and the bringer of winter. His name meant “North Wind” or “Devouring One” and is the source of the adjective boreal, meaning of, relating to, or located in the northern region.

Like Maria, he will wail, whine, blow the stars around and set the clouds a-flying. The lyrics continue, “Maria makes the mountains sound like folks was out there dyin’.”

The same can be said for Boreas, only without the banjo, guitars and matching outfits.

He was the son of Astraeus and Eos; Hesperus, Zephyrus, and Notus were his brothers. Boreas lived in a cave on Mount Haemus in Thrace. Beyond his land was a northern land known as Hyperborea that was said to be a place where people with extraordinarily long lifespans lived in complete happiness.

Some legends have him the father of Cleopatra and the Goddess of Snow, Chione; along with the Boreades, a pair of winged heroes; three giant Hyperborean priests and 12 horses.

 

 

According to Myths and Mortals (Greek Mythology) – Wind Gods on wattpad.com, Boreas is closely associated with horses – as were the winds from all directions – and is said to have taken the form of a stallion and fathered 12 colts that could “run across a field of grain without trampling the plants,”

Boreas is depicted as very strong, with an equally strong temper. “He was frequently shown as a winged old man with shaggy hair and beard, holding a conch shell and wearing a billowing cloak,” according to wattpad.com.

Often he is shown with winged human feet. His wings are purple. Another representation depicts him as a face with puffed cheeks blowing cold winds, in keeping with the belief he’d sweep down from the cold mountains of Thrace, his icy breath freezing the air and bringing snow.

Legends say the people prayed to him and sent winds that destroyed ships that were to attack the Athens, and that he assisted the Megalopolitans against the Spartans who honored him at Megalopolis with an annual festival, according to the “Dictionary of Greek and Roman Biography and Mythology.”

As the Athenians of ancient times, commanded by an oracle, prayed to Boreas to be saved from attack, today’s pagans can call upon the North Wind to blow something away, keeping it from harming you. You could also recognize his arrival with the Solstice and presence during winter, thanking him for his cold that brings the world rest and offers a time of reflection, wisdom, visions and insight.

Instead of making sacrifices to honor him, an offering would be more appropriate – perhaps snowflakes cut from folded paper, or a snow globe. And when you feel him against your face, thank him for his gifts.

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.

Sacred Art

April, 2017

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APPRENTICE OF THE WIND

I made this painting in the year 2012 after being told by my helping spirits that I am an Apprentice of the Wind.

Crow is one of my power animals. When I undertake shamanic journeys (soul flight) I often fly with crows. For that reason I have painted a segment of this vision on my shamanic drum.

I find it very interesting that the Hebrew word ruach means wind but also breath and spirit.

As a teacher of Norse Shamanism and Seidr I have a particular affinity with the North Wind.

Being an Apprentice of the Wind is a journey, always bringing me new leads and new discoveries.

It was hard to say goodby to this painting when it sold. It lives in Vienna today.

 

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Imelda Almqvist

http://www.shaman-healer-painter.co.uk/

Imelda Almqvist teaches shamanism, sacred art and internationally. 

 

Imelda’s book “Natural Born Shamans: A Spiritual Toolkit For Life”, Using shamanism creatively with young people of all ages was published by Moon in August 2016. 

Song of the Ancients

July, 2012

Using the Wind in Your Magical Practice

 

For most of us, calling upon the Elemental Spirits during our workings and rituals is as natural and normal as breathing. We do it routinely and after awhile, it becomes rote; something we do without even thinking. There is an aspect of crafting however, that is often ignored and to be honest, that most people don’t even know about; that missing link is working with the Wind and with the directions from which it comes for maximum magical effect.

 

Harnessing and using the power of the Wind is an ancient art. As any sailor knows, working with the Wind allows your vessel to move faster, with less friction and wear and tear on the boat. It makes the journey more pleasurable and productive. We can use this same analogy with our magical workings. Whatever our intent, if we align ourselves with the correct direction of the Wind, it will help to strengthen and solidify our working.

 

North Wind: The Wind of Death, abandonment, elimination and banishment. This Wind lacks moisture, and is cold, blowing through with vengeance. The element is the Earth and the colour is black. Use for workings where you need separation, closure or finality.

 

West Wind: The Wind of Gentleness, fertile, kind and open. This Wind is moist and provides a fertile background for workings of love and fertility. The element for this Wind is water and the colour is blue. Use for cleansing, purity, romance and familial concerns.

 

South Wind: The Wind of Power. This Wind is hot and dry. Its element is Fire and its colour is red. Harness this Wind for workings where you need strength, endurance and vitality or to remove fear and anxiety. Use for initiative, passion and perseverance.

 

East Wind: The Wind of Light. This Wind brings clarity and brightness, perfect for new beginnings and changes. Great for use in career plans, employment or for help with muddled finances. Its element is air and its colour is white. Use for intellectual concerns, communication, changes.

 

Use a wind sock to determine the direction from which the Wind blows. Check your local weather forecasts to see when the Wind will be favourable for your working and plan accordingly. Most of us do this with the waxing or waning Sister, so it isn’t cumbersome. Remember that timing our workings in sympathy with Nature isn’t mandatory, but it does help to focus our intent and provides a strong, sympathetic background.

 

Reference: Medici, Marina. Good Magic. New York: Simon and Schuster, Fireside Publications, 1988.