Thursday, 7 August 2025

Mythic Pathways - a Year Long Prompt Journal

 

I have been unhappy with many of the guided journals I've tried, so... I made my own.

There are 367 pages - one each day for a year and a day (including leap years).  The idea is to draw one of the images each day, find the corresponding worksheet (glue the image to the sheet) and answer the questions on it.  I tried to include as many paths, cultures, and traditions as possible.  

 Feel free to download DOWNLOAD  and work on it, but do not use for any commercial purposes 

 The images for the 'cards' are HERE 

And a fix for the page on Griffins is HERE 

Workbook of Shadows

Many years ago I created a simple Work book of Shadows to help groups or solitary practitioners learn and study.  

Please feel free to DOWNLOAD it and use it for your own personal use.

Dionysian Mass

 

A ritual written to honour and explore Dionysus and his gifts in our lives. 

PREritual- Have participants being a song or poem or piece of witting that they associate with freedom or ecstasy or Dionysus, and a small object to represent their balanced, everyday self

Words in purple are objects needed for the ritual outside of normal ritual tools and items

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Main (non-working) altar is covered with a large black cloth or something to create a ‘cave’ like area blocked from rest of the room; there are 7 ‘stations’ set up around room

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Make Sacred Space in your usual way but with thyrsos

Create and explain khernips - create with burning leaf or other material plunged into the salt water on altar, then hand washing

Preamble

In this sacred place, this sacred time, we invoke the ancient madness of Dionysus—not as illness, but as sacred ecstasy. This is no descent into chaos without meaning, but a deliberate unshackling of the soul from the confines of reason, ego, and social constraint. It is the madness of the vine, the theater, the dance, the storm; the madness of Dionysus is a gift, a divine intoxication, a holy frenzy through which we become our true selves- vessels of the primal spark of being.

Dionysus’ madness is a blessing. It strips away pretense and reveals the raw, trembling truth beneath. In this sacred state, the mask of identity falls, and the boundaries between the self and the world dissolve. The laughter that bubbles up is the laughter of the cosmos; the tears shed are the earth’s own weeping. Through rhythm, wine, chant, and trance, we open the gates to that realm where logic bows before mystery.

As we begin this rite, let us not fear the madness that comes. Let it move through us like wine through the blood, like wind through the trees. Let it shatter what must be broken and nourish what lies waiting to grow. We do not call upon Dionysus for control or safety—we call upon him for truth, for ecstasy, for transformation. Let us step barefoot into the vineyard and lose ourselves, and in loosing find what was never truly lost.

Friday, 30 May 2025

Colours of the Divine

 

White is for the Maiden, the Mother is throned in red,
White as pure as virgin snow; red as the sacred blood we shed.
The Crone is cloaked in deepest black, the keeper of the night,
Guiding souls by darkest moon, with wisdom as her light.

Yellow is for the Sun King, the Horned One is verdant green,
Yellow bright as summer's
sun, green where forest growth is seen.
The King of Death wears deepest blue, the guardian of decay,
Cradling life within the void, as dusk consumes the day.

Black is for the Mother, white is for the Crone,
Black as rich and fertile soil, white as pale as bone.
Red is for the Maiden, a red as deep as fire,
Dancing 'neath the crescent moon, inciting life's desire.

Blue is for the Horned One, King of Death in yellow bright,
Blue as twilight’s quiet calm, yellow as a guiding light.
The Sun King stands in verdant green, life sprouting once again
Dancing where the earth is lush, in springtime’s joyous reign.

Red is for the Crone, black is for the Maid,
Red as the blood of sacrifice, black as night's cascade.
White is for the Mother, pure as the starlit tide,
Nurturing all with full moons glow, where magic does abide.

Green is for the King of Death, the Sun King dons the blue,
Green as moss on ancient bones, blue as skies anew.
The Horned One shines in yellow’s glow, a beacon in the field,
Life and death in balance held, nature’s cycles sealed.