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New Blood VII

For the American-Indians, the Sunrise / Sun Rays symbol represents perenniality and constancy. In Native crafts, its presence goes far back in history. The Sun destroys all the bad energy using his Sun Rays. Thus, the Rising Sun can also symbolise a new beginning. Some other popular meanings are vitality, knowledge, courage and energy.

New Blood IV

Ereshkigal was the Sumerian Goddess of Attalu, the land of the dead and ancestral memories. Ereshkigal, the dark moon Goddess, represents the devouring of life and its subsequent renewal. She rules over the magickal arts, secret knowledge and oracles. She is described as a young woman with dark hair and pale skin, with beautiful proportions […]

The Dream in the Witch House

Mazurewicz came home at six o’clock and said people at the mill were whispering that the Walpurgis-revels would be held in the dark ravine beyond Meadow Hill where the old white stone stands in a place queerly void of all plant-life. – H.P. Lovecraft – The Dream in the Witch House –

Les désenchantées

In the afternoon they brought me silk blouses, lace, fans, jewellery. Then, I asked to be left alone in my room. I simply wanted to try to see clearly within myself. – Pierre Loti – Les désenchantées –

New blood

Just a quick note to inform you that the new jewels of the MEGALYTHS collection have (finally) been added to the shop!

:Of the Triangle and the Moon:

Blackened days and silver nights / Golden lanterns flaming lights The blur of things and fight of dreams / The pain and tears and lack of faith A thousand stars a thousand stars / Chants and runes and secrecy I came as the lamb and return as the lion / Tonight it burns and burn […]

Street club kids and gasoline

Neon lights and flashing cars Street club kids and gasoline Dancing girls are beauty queens We are Wolves – Psychic Kids

Pyramids Poetry – Redux

A designers sale under the sign of the triangle, with Pagan Poetry Sunday, January 15 Pyramids Poetry Redux

The purpose is lost in the midnight of Time

Whose were the hands that upheaved these stones Standing, like spectres, under the moon, Steadfast and strange and solemn and alone. As raised by a Wizard – a king of bones ! And whose was the mind, that willed them reign The wonder of ages, simply sublime ? The purpose is lost in the midnight […]

Be thou the rainbow in the storms of life

Or, since that hope denies in strife of life, be thou the rainbow in the storms of life, the evening beam that smiles the clouds away, and tints to-morrow with prophetic ray – Lord Byron –