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BunniHotep helps Yemaya

Once upon a time there was a small rabbit goddess named BunniHotep. Occasionally she liked to go down to the seaside and sit on the sand and watch the waves come in. One day she had been sitting there for sometime and was actually becoming a bit bored when she saw a woman walking down the beach.

BunniHotep watched her walk slowly toward her and waited. The woman was a beautiful shade of dark brown and her lively hair was even darker, the colour of rich beautiful Nile mud and she walked with a queenly stride but she also seemed to be very sad. Her lovely brown eyes seem to hold the woes of the world in them and it weighed heavily upon her. She came up to BunniHoTep and sank gracefully down beside her.

In a low quiet voice she asked BunniHoTep, “Are you the one who finds things?” She sighed and fell silent.

BunniHoTep looked at her a moment and replied, “Yes, that is what I do if it is needed. Did you lose something important?”

The woman replied, “Oh yes, I have lost something very important but not something I necessarily want to find.”

BunniHotep was confused, “What can I do if you don’t really want to find what you have lost?”

The woman paused, “Maybe I had better tell you my story. Have you the time to listen?”

“I always have time to listen,” BunniHotep said and she sat waiting with her ears up and ready.

“My name is Yemaya and I am the goddess of the ocean as well as of people’s hearts and I make the sea salty so it is like the blood that flows in each of us but I make it salty with my tears and I don’t want to cry anymore.”

BunniHoTep nodded, “I can understand that but what do you want me to find? Your sadness? I don’t think I can do that even if you really wanted me too. Isn’t there another way?”

“That is why I came to you, Isis told me long ago how clever you were at puzzles and finding things. I am so tired I can no longer think so do you think you can help me find a way to keep the sea salty and no longer cry and still help my people?”

BunniHoTep was quiet for quite awhile. She stared at the ocean and she knew the life there would start to die if she didn’t do something soon. And then she thought of something in her Temple that was just sitting there doing nothing.

“Ah Ha!” She said, I have just the thing. Wait right here!” And she hopped away as fast as she could for there was no time to waste!

She got to her Temple and asked one of her priestesses to get the object from the offering storeroom and to please carry it back for her while she hopped quickly back.

The priestess came running, breathing heavily over the sand because running across hot sand is hard work.

“I have it!” the Priestess said. She was carrying a large box with a funnel on top and a large handle and a big drawer on the bottom.

“Please set it down and stand back, please.” BunniHoTep motioned for Yemaya to move closer. “I think this will fix the problem. This is a special object. It makes salt. All you have to do is once a day, turn the handle and take what is in the box and spread it across the water. That way you make the sea salty and only cry for people if you feel the need to not because you have to do it.” BunniHoTep stepped back and let her try it.

Yemaya turned the crank slowly and then faster. She went and spread the salt from the drawer across the tide after she had ground a bit.

“Oh, BunniHoTep, Isis was right you are a clever and loving rabbit. I will always treasure this. Thank you!” And she placed a kiss on the forehead Isis loved to kiss. She gave her a quick stroke across her fur and picked up her new treasure and walked back down the beach like the goddess she was.

BunniHotep and the Priestess walked back to the Temple to share a few nice carrots and a cup of tea.

From my silly brain and the Lapin Archives

Flameshift

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I light your flame for peace

I light your flame

I light your flame for healing

I light your flame

Brighid of three faces

I light your flame

Brighid of the forge

I light your flame

I light your flame for strength

I light your flame

I light your flame for knowledge

I light your flame

Brighid of the flame of nine tongues

I light your flame

Brighid, goddess of poets

I light your flame

I light your flame for growth

I light your flame

I light your flame in memory

I light your flame

Brighid, Goddess of midwives

I light your flame

Brighid, guardian of the passage into life

I light your flame

I light your flame for calmness

I light your flame

I light your flame for patience

I light your flame

Brighid, guide of lambs

I light your flame

Brighid, Goddess of Sunrise

I light your flame

I light your flame.

Kat Robb

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Pagans pray.

Pagans pray. This is something some people can’t always get their minds around, sometimes even pagans can’t get their mind around it and can only relate it to Christianity but I don’t know of any religion or spirituality that I’ve ever heard of that doesn’t pray. They may call it something different like a libation or offering but it all comes down to asking or thanking or even adoring the universe or a particular deity for something.

Maybe it’s because I was raised in the twilight between Presbyterianism/Church of Scotland and my grandmother’s instructions on living with the other beings seen and unseen that exist around us but I have always seen fit to pray.

If you are Christian, you know about Intercessory prayer or praying on behalf of someone, the real difference in Wicca is the fact that you must have permission from the person you are praying for to do it. Sometimes we might be tempted to do it unasked for but when looked at, the person may be using that thing you want to pray to get rid of as a crutch to get through life as warped as that may seem to you. It may be the only thing holding them up and that could be sickness, a political viewpoint, general negativity or a prejudice you want them to get rid of. If they lost that thing would their world collapse? It’s not our job to do it unless they ask for it. We have to remember to harm none even if we don’t like it.

But how else can we pray? I don’t know any pagans that haven’t lit incense. The ancients thought the smoke carried prayers to the gods. According to archeologists the first written prayers were recorded 5000 years ago. Humans have probably always had some form of prayer even if it was a form of “Feet, don’t fail me now” when being chased by a bear. There are many recorded prayers and hymns from the Greeks and Romans and other peoples.

Hymns and chants are forms of prayer. They can be sung as adoration or in thanks. We sing or say grace for nature’s bounty, that is prayer. We light candles with intention. We ring bells in Circle to call to the deities as invocation. Prayer doesn’t have to be words. Some of us have trouble with words but we can sing, drum or hold an image in our minds.

We don’t need to kneel, or be in submission on the floor, we don’t need to flagellate ourselves to obtain real or imagined needs to feel forgiven. We can take a walk in nature and send our consciousness out into the world to commune with our living world. We can sit in stillness and just be in our bodies. We can light incense and follow its path to the heavens. We can blow a bubble and fill it with our wishes and needs and let it go. We can write it out and burn or bury it and let it pass away into the earth. We can send it down a stream or out on the waves on a bark or origami boat. We can use the elements to pray.

When we pray it can be to our higher self, a specific deity, it can be to our ancestors for needed wisdom. We can pray to the universe, in general. We can pray to the Fae. We can request things of nature around us.

Sometimes we just have the need to express ourselves to something outside ourselves when we are feeling, whether that feeling be grief or joy, love or despair, hurt or healing and sometimes just because we are human on this earth, in this time and in this place. We pray.

Boudicca’s hare

From here I can see all across the fields to the Roman Legions. They stand there stiffly in their orderly squares.

I lie in her arms wrapped in her cloak of so many different colours. Her long red hair floats in the wind as she waits. I’m surrounded by the roars of the tribes.

She breathes deeply and looks around. These are her people. She is doing this for them and for my Goddess, Andraste.

She is well named for Boudicca means Victory and we will win today. We may not win every day but today we will. My goddess has decreed it. And still she stands waiting for the sun to be favourable to us and then she will let me go.

She will watch how I run for left is victory and right is loss. I will run left. I will run as fast as I can across the fields and into the arms of my goddess for I see her waiting for me. I know where to run because I watch for her to keep me safe.

Boudicca leans down and I’m off! Running as hard as I can, my sides heaving as I breathe. The Iceni and their comrades have become quiet watching me go.

I’m almost to Andraste when their spears start to fly. The noise roars higher and Boudicca’s people run at the Romans who are trembling in the turtle of their shields.

And it is done. I’m safe in Andraste’s arms. Safe to run again another day.