Isn’t it?
I went to visit this river this morning. Its name derives of Berk, meaning Birch, and indeed it is sweet like Berkano.
The edges were frozen, birds sweetly sleeping among the ice.
treesoul fire in the dirt
cast shadows around the sun
the dead destroy themselves
making way for earth
EIHWAZ always to tempting
PERTHO the mystery of the jewel
NAUTHIZ animal eyes hard in dark
red staring from under piles of hay
and ANSUZ
sharp like tequila
edged and aged like lightning
ancient and new at once
neither one without the other
burn in the throat
only ever soft like memories
Hecate is badass for sure. Infinite longing, or rather a vessel into which can be discharged endless amounts of impassioned vitality. I believe she may be somewhat more sparing with what she gives back, though; it depends on what you give her.
The gods do not give one fucking fuck for any stupid shit. Hence, for most people or most of the things people do. Maybe that’s why we get along so well, me and the gods. Because I am the same way.
Sounds like you have some real experience with her.
She is very mysterious.
I was originally under the impression that she is the “crone” to complete he generational trinity of Persephone, Demeter and, thus, Hecate, but I have come to learn that this is a later interpretation.
In most languages that work with genders, the Moon is designated as feminine. La Lune, and the Sun as masculine; Le Soleil.
However in German these gender roles are reversed. Der Mond, Die Sonne.
Most of us who arent barren wrecks have some feelings about the characters of Sun, Moon, and in general mighty natural phenomena. The moon is usually associated with the mother. It is really quite odd and interesting that, to a German, the moon would rather pertain to the father, despite the role of the moon in a womans “blood management”.
It seems that the Pagans used lunar calendar first. Their days started at sunset, making moon the primary object for counting days, so maybe its primacy led to it being associated with a a brother/boy (and sun with a sister/girl) in the folklore at first (brother the moon, and the sister the sun). The other guess is that sun may have been associated with fertility cults by the ancients that were connected to the female reproductive qualities. wikipedia.org/wiki/Máni
I once asked a Muslim man in a conversation why the Muslims still use the lunar calendar. He simply told me that the sun is the same every day and changes with seasons, but the moon changes every day, so it’s easy to do timekeeping in smaller sections a inother words, that the moon is more accurate for time keeping than the sun. Simple enough explanation.
It would be interesting to explore the historical adaptations of time keeping that we use today. As I recall we adopted minutes and seconds from the ancient Babylonians who counted in 60’.
I also believe English measurement system is better than the metric as it is more conservative naturalistic, although it may be more awkward to use practically. Yes, most will defend the metric system BC of its ease of use, but the origin of bases seem to be more arbitrary. How far can you go before you just say, it just is so for convenience’s sake?
You dont leave much to doubt. This is something that is asking to be implemented if we are asking to advance, our capacity to be worthy of the gods. One may take gods symbolically or literally, it doesnt matter; worthy of that which is above us.
I was pondering for an example of the solar feminine and realized that in Arabia, that was exactly what I witnessed. On my post 911 investigation in Damascus, wherever I went to visit a family there was a general hovering of men and children around a seated matriarch at the center of whichever remarkable space housed that family. Beautiful strange places, one operatic roman styled patio with three or four levels of galleries, the mother sat on a throne under the open space leading to the sky, the children happily running around, a small girl giving me a balloon, the mother completely silent and the men hiding in the shadows. Another was a concrete room with carpets on the wall and the same situation. Men found a shadow to hide in. The mother in the center throne, the eldest daughter standing on the most elevated thing in the room with her back to a wall scrutinizing me with some attractive sadism.
Maybe the men were hiding as they were Hezbollah, but they were good at it.
If I want to define “naive” for myself I might think of the opposite of these women.