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BunniHoTep and the Moon Watchers

Once upon a time during a full moon BunniHoTep decided she was going to spend a nice quiet evening down at her lotus pool. So she gathered a blanket and bid her priestesses good night and went to have a nice evening. As she got around the corner of the temple she heard noises in the direction of the pool. Who was spoiling her nice quiet evening?

She hopped hurriedly to her pool and found Heqet, the frog goddess, Ammit and one of her smaller priestesses lying on their backs having an argument. BunniHoTep was quite surprised about the whole thing. She knew Hequet almost never had a free full moon night. She was the goddess of childbirth and babies liked to arrive on full moons and what had lured Ammit out of her den on a full moon night? Ammit didn’t like being in seen in bright light normally and even more than that, what was her priestess doing out of bed? The moon was high in the sky and she should have been in bed long ago.

BunniHoTep laughed to herself as she listened to them argue. They were arguing about who was seen on the moon’s face. Hequet saw herself in the moon and Ammit saw a beautiful lady in the moon and BunniHoTep’s priestess saw her goddess in the moon because she knew Isis had placed BunniHoTep’s likeness in the moon. Everyone knew that!

BunniHoTep couldn’t stand it any longer and burst out laughing. The three sat up and looked at her. The Priestess lay back down in a hurry. She knew she shouldn’t be out of bed but it had been such a beautiful night and she liked Ammit so she had snuck out to enjoy the evening.

BunniHoTep looked at her priestess. “What are you doing out of bed?” and tried to look sternly at her priestess. Stern looks sit oddly on a happy rabbit’s face. “It was such a nice night and Ammit was here so I thought I’d enjoy the moon?” The priestess said trying to look innocent.

“All right, you can stay for a while longer as long as you are bright eyed and bushy tailed in the morning.”

The priestess lay back down with a smile.

“But what was all this arguing about who was in the moon?” asked BunniHoTep. Ammit and Heqet looked at each other.

The frog headed goddess croaked out. “We were just having a nice discussion about who was painted on the moon.

”BunniHoTep laughed, “It wasn’t sounding all that friendly when I heard it and why do you have to have one painting on the moon’s face?”

Ammit spoke up, “How can there be more than one thing on the moon?” Ammit squinted up at the bright disc.

”“What if you’re all right?” said BunniHoTep.

“How can we all be right?” asked her priestess.

“Well,” said BunniHoTep, “What if you see what you need to see at the moment you are looking at the moon? People of all shapes and sizes see all kinds of things in the moon. Horus sees his right eye in the moon. Isis put me up there for some to see. Some people see Heqet on the moon and some people even see a crab in the moon and lots and lots of people see a man or woman in the moon. They all have stories and they are all right.”

“How can they all be right!” croaked Heqet. She was a little annoyed she might not be painted on the moon.

“The moon belongs to everyone. It guides people and I don’t think she cares what she looks like to anyone and people like to tell stories. I think she can be whatever she needs to be. A guide to a woman in labour. A comfort to a lonely person here on earth. The moon lets us know we aren’t alone and that everyone anywhere can enjoy her and tell stories. She shines on all of us alike.”

“Oh,” the three said, “That makes sense.” The three settled back down and BunniHoTep joined them around the pool. The four friends chatted and pointed out their favourite constellations and stories about the moon and the stars until they were all yawning and trudged off to bed.

BunniHoTep and the Nature of Magic

Once upon a time the gods and goddesses were sitting around the veranda at Isis’s and Hathor’s summer palace having tea and a grand discussion on MAGIC. BunniHotep could see the capital letters float in the air and she listened intently as one after another they spoke.

Thoth talked about the grand magic of creating something from nothing with much ceremony and about how much he liked the priests parading about saying grand words before he would grant their requests.

Osiris and Set both talked about how much they liked the offerings that came their way when people had requests.

Hathor and Isis both spoke about how much love they felt for the people who came to their temples in such dire need and how they felt about granting the requests and how they decided who to help.

And BunniHotep kept listening and thinking crouched down on the floor. No one really noticed she was there as she was sitting very quietly and because she was quite small compared to the rest of the deities and quite frankly, being around Sekmet always made her a wee bit nervous at these gatherings.

One after the other the gods and goddesses spoke about the nature of what they saw as magic and how it changed the world in their view and what it did to the people of the world. Soon it was late and time for all the deities to head back to their temples for evening worship and it grew quiet. All that were left sitting on the porch were Isis and Hathor and BunniHoTep.

“Bunni,” Isis said, “You haven’t said anything all afternoon. Don’t you have any opinions on magic? I know you see it everyday so why were you so quiet?”

BunniHotep thought for a moment. “I wasn’t sure they would want to hear my opinion and I didn’t want to be impolite because I think so differently from some of them.”

Hathor thought and then spoke, “I know you are small but we still like to hear what you have to say so… what do you think magic is?”

BunniHotep put her thoughts in order. “Well, I just think magic is the simple things. Magic is the colours of a sunset and a baby’s laugh. It is a seed that grows into a beautiful lotus flower. It is the rainbows in the dew on a spring morning and the miracle of having enough to eat. It is healing after a long sickness and knowing you are loved by others. It is in the spider’s web and the swan’s flight. How can you not see magic in all of those things? I don’t think of the big things that happen as magic but the small things we see everyday and would miss horribly if they were gone. That’s what I think magic is, that and sitting here with you drinking tea on a late summer afternoon.”

Isis and Hathor nodded. “Maybe you’re right, BunniHotep, maybe you’re right.

And they sat on the temple veranda and watched the sun set in a blaze of beauty and quiet.

Prayer for a forest morning in fall

I sit in a cathedral of trees and ask the blessing of all living things surrounding me.
Watch over me from morning’s first light until the dark of night. Watch over me from twilight’s purple cloak until the pink of dawn’s graceful dance.

I ask the protection of nine sights and sounds from my chair:
Of the call of the acorn woodpecker
To the upside down hunt of a nuthatch
To the flip of the grey squirrel’s plush tail
To the delicate walk of a doe and her fawn
From the complaint of the Stellar’s jay
From the flight of the mourning cloak butterfly
From the call of the winds singing in the pines
From the buzz of the gnat in my ear
From the dance of the incense cedar before me.
I ask the protection of the forest and the open eyes and ears to learn the lessons of this day.

Prayer for an early fall morning

I sit on the mountain caressed by a breeze fragrant with pine and I ask the blessing of the morning sunshine until the long purple twilight until the full moon lights the pine forest.

I ask the protection of the nine joys of the forest:
The fragrance of vanilla Jeffrey pines
The tap of the woodpecker
The squawk of a Stellar jay
The grace of the long brown grass
The joyful yellow of the flowers of the rabbit brush
The trill of a tree frog
The buzz of the evening crickets
The dance of the oak trees
The whooshing of the trees in the wind
I thank the woods for the protection of the day and of the night from rising of the sun to the setting of the full moon

Flameshift

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Brighid watch over us

May your flame light our way

Through the night

Through the storms

Through our tears

May your waters sooth and heal

Heal our hearts,

Heal our bodies,

Heal our minds.

May your forge make us strong

Strong enough to fight what needs to be fought

Strong enough to accept what can’t be

Strong enough to stand under the burdens we accept

Brighid, we burn your flame

We drink from your well

We are strong when we are weak because we have your blessing

We drink from your well to be healed

We walk in the mist following your footsteps.

We carry your flame with us and give to all who need it.

Brighid, we are your flames in the world.

Kat

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Prayer for a Fall morning

As I walk through the early morning I ask the blessing of the day

From the beauty of nature to surround me and protect me:

Softness of spider’s web

Flight of a hummingbird

Cry of a new born baby

Sunlight on liquidamber trees

Flexibility of tall grasses

Scold of a squirrel

Breezes from the east

Gaze of a watchful cat

Gatherings of clouds

Be with me all this day to twilight

To night and to dawn tomorrow.

Goddess of the Day fallout

If you have been following my blog for the last few months, you can see I’ve been putting up a Goddess of the Day post. Sometimes it’s famous people I admire. Sometimes it’s a statue I like, sometimes it’s people I love because as far as I’m concerned all women, of all ages are goddesses.

I’ve been doing it on my Facebook page too and I’ve gotten a lot of feedback, all good from pagan friends and a lot of my Christian friend too except for a couple. Those few haven’t said anything but they seem to feel they need to combat my evil influence on their News Feed because within five minutes of the Goddess of the Day being posted they start putting up Jesus posts. I’m not sure if this is directed at me or if they don’t understand how the News Feed works. I’m not sure they know that the stuff I post appears on their News Feed but unless you reply or “like” something it doesn’t appear on your friends pages unless they are also a friend because, hevens forbid, your friends might find out you know a pagan.

I tested it on the ones that do it and even if I vary the time, if they are home, it appears like clockwork.  This morning it was a picture of Jesus on someone’s front lawn beckoning to come in.  Because of who they are if I hide their posts I might miss something else that I need to know but sometimes it’s amusing and sometimes I just want to say, “Enough! If I wanted to be a Christian, I never would have high tailed it out of there.”

Once you leave the fold some people are convinced you know nothing about Christianity, like you have a had a mind wipe so if I quote scripture back at them, they freak out. Seriously??  I had over 20 years of Presbyterian Sunday School starting at 2 years of age. And Presbyterians emphasize critical thinking about topics. That used to get me in a lot of trouble until I questioned myself write out of there. Want to piss off someone Bible thumping and then telling you even the devil can quote scripture? Tell them they are quoting Shakespeare’s “Merchant of Venice Act I Scene 3” and watch them sputter. It’s great fun.

Anyway, for the moment I’m amused, but now that I’ve tested my theory, I’m getting a bit annoyed and may hide them anyway.