You hung a stone in moonlight you prayed for souls, removed but wandering the world one night , beloved This is a night of praise for the mortal and the dead, one night they meet their fate to greet beginning, not ending, with ghouls and dancing demons, a vestige of remains, to the party,…Read more Samhain
Ali Isaac, no more than myself, has no time for the modern mock travesty that is Haloween but he does cast some interesting light on the true origins of its customs.
Tlachtga, Goddess of Earth and Fire
“My name is Tlachtga, daughter of Mog Ruith. This hill is my place, my heart’s home. Only a few bones remain of what once stood here, for mankind has wrought his destruction upon it, as he did also upon my flesh. In those days, I rode the skies with my father in the great wheel of light, a rare magic known only to few, and folk would watch and fall to their knees in fearful prayer, claiming we commanded the sun. For long years after my suffering, great fires were lit in my honour. But time eroded understanding, and the people forgot why. The priests of the new religion came and wrote me out of history, for they were not fond of powerful women, and my name drifted like a lost whisper on the breeze. I have been grievously wronged, but should you…
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