Many women are drawn to the image of the Sacred Marriage—perhaps especially those raised in Roman Catholic or Protestant traditions where sex is viewed as necessary for procreation but nothing more, and who learn that the naked female body as symbolized by Eve is the source of sin and evil. In this context, the positive valuing of sexuality and the female body found in symbols of the Sacred Marriage can feel and even be liberating.
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“Awakening doesn’t happen all at once. It is a thread that once pulled it unravels a little at a time.
Slowly tug by tug the holes appear. Nothing fits you the same in this threadbare world....
Remember, remember, the fifth of November.
It must have been the ugliest pinata ever.
Since we were a young coven (36 now, and going strong), the Fifth Day of Samhain has for us been a night when magic and politics meet.
It's been a mild autumn, so we gathered in the back yard—gold above, gold below—to bless the leftover Halloween candy.
Then we cut a hole in his neck and stuffed in the sweets.
Gods, that orange hair.
A look at traditional burial sites in China. Muslim Americans join in protests at Standing Rock. And a consideration of the Confucian perspective on politics. It's Faithful Friday, our weekly segment on faiths and religious communities from around the world! All this and more for the Pagan News Beagle!
This post is mirrored from my other blog space, Priestessing the Dream
It's been almost a year since I chose the word "Priestess" as my power word for the year -- or rather, since it chose me. And over the last turn of the Wheel the work -- because above all, being a priestess is work -- has found me in the most unexpected places. For a long time I resisted applying the word priestess to myself, at least when I wasn't actively in a circle and leading a ritual, because it seemed too loaded, too pretentious. As a Goddess woman who is completely self-taught -- or, perhaps it would be more accurate to say, whose training has been completely self-directed, as I have had wonderful mentors -- rather than having been trained up through a formal coven system, I have balked at using the term for myself in any but the most basic of senses....
Over the years, amateur philologists have done their share of (frequently amusing and rarely lasting) damage to Craft history.
So indulge me while I spin my tale.
Eko eko Azarak,
eko eko Zamilak.
Various versions of this mysterious little rhyme (often sporting the variant Zomelak) occur in most recensions of the Book of Shadows. Doreen Valiente appended it to her chant The Witches' Rune some time during the 1950s, and Wiccans have been using it to raise power ever since.
Craft historian Ron Hutton traces these lines to an article published in 1926 by 'Uncle' Al Crowley's erstwhile buddy J. F. C. Fuller. There he claimed it as 'a sorcerer's cry in the Middle Ages.' Of this claim, Hutton wryly observes that Fuller 'did not cite any source for it, and none has since been discovered' (Hutton 232).
But what if it's Arabic?