This article was written by Jason Pitzl-Waters on his Wild Hunt blog and news service. It is one of the many excellent tributes saying farewell to this tremendously important figure in the Pagan world. May Isaac rest easy in the shining peace of the Goddess. May his beloveds’ loss be eased by the love that … Read more
This is the Eve of the Winter Solstice. This is the great celebration of Mother Night. As far as we know, our ancestors did not have atomic clocks or satellites to help them dissect Time to the nanosecond. Instead, they had to figure by their keen observation, by dead reckoning, by the plants and animals, … Read more
Weaver, weaver weave his thread,Whole and strong into your web.Healer, healer, heal his pain,In love may he return again… May he find the hidden way,Beyond the gates of night and day,To that sweet land where apples grow,And endless healing waters flow.— lyrics by Starhawk Frank CookEthnobotanist, Shaman, Teacher, Healer, Wild Green ManBeloved Son of GaiaSleep … Read more
You cannot prevent the birds of sorrow from flying over your head, but you can prevent them from building nests in your hair.— Chinese proverb When I was many years younger, I used to be hit hard by what later came to be known as SAD – Seasonal Affective Disorder. As Autumn proceeded from its … Read more
Diana Hunting, by Hans Makart Through the Jungle very softly flits a shadow and a sigh –He is Fear, O Little Hunter, he is Fear! — Rudyard Kipling The Wild Hunt has been an apparition that has been observed by countless generations, from one end of Europe to the other, and even brought over to … Read more
Then the hunters were black and large and terrifying, and their hounds were all black and broad-eyed and terrifying, and they rode on black horses and black goats… — Anonymous monk of Peterborough Abbey,from the Peterborough Chronicles,circa 1132 (translated from the early Middle English) Across Europe, the Wild Hunt appears at various times of the … Read more
Death, the dreadful hunter, is on the track of mankind throughout the world and he will not give up on any spoor until he has laid hands on that he has been chasing so long. — The Metres of Boethius, Alfred the Great, c. 849 – 899 C.E. This dark period from Samhain to the … Read more
Give me a wildness whose glance no civilization can endure. — Henry David Thoreau I have mentioned that this dark period from Samhain to the end of November (and in some places, straight through to Yule) is the time of the Wild Hunt. Also known in Germanic countries as the Raging Host, tales of this … Read more
Where there’s fear there’s power,Passion is the healer,Desire cracks open the gate.— StarhawkAs I noted yesterday, this is the time of the Wild Hunt, the dying of the year, and our own journey into the dark. If we are afraid, we would be wise to simply notice that fact, and let our fear empower us. … Read more
Threshold © by Nguyen Dinh DangMen who know themselves are no longer fools. They stand on the threshold of the door of Wisdom.Havelock Ellis (1859-1939) Our European ancestors saw the time between Samhain and Yule as non-existing on the earthly plane. It was referred to as “Time Which Is No Time.” It might be considered … Read more