Religious Law and Personal Codes

A Wise Fool

I was inspired to write this post by two factors:

1, being this post on the concept of honour by Nimue Brown, it gives a great comparison on honour being an excuse to beat people up and honour being a sense of doing the right thing, despite all odds.

2, being a conversation with Devi regarding religion and her stance being that any form of organised religion is a method of control.

Both of these made me think of my concepts of honour and what religious laws (if any) that I followed.

What came to mind was my favourite quote from Diogenes Laertius when describing the observed law of the religion of the Celtic people:

…. to honour the gods, to do no evil, and to practise bravery….

Diogenes Laertius was writing about the Druids and the law they taught to the rest of Celtic society, he…

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Gods and Goddesses of Wales – a review

A new book for Pagans and of particular interest to Druids…

Druid Life

June 2019 sees the release of Halo Quin’s Gods and Goddesses of Wales. This is a Pagan Portal – meaning it’s a short, introductory book. I read it a while ago – one of the many perks of my working life.

I very much like Halo as a human being. I’ve spent time with her at Druid Camp, she’s a warm, lovely person full of inspiration. She’s not identifying as a Druid – but honestly what she writes is just the sort of thing for a Druid starting out on their path. Welsh mythology has a central role in modern Druidry, but getting into it can be a bit of a struggle. This is an ideal beginner’s book, giving you very readable and relevant takes on those key myths and figures.

This is a relevant book for anyone interested in Welsh mythology or deities associated with the British Isles. It’s…

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The Healing Power of Celtic Plants by Angela Paine

The Esoteric Book Review

The Healing Power of Celtic Plants

Angela Paine

published by O Books

RRP £16.99, PB, 286p

reviewed by John Canard

This is an absorbing work which covers the history, myth and symbolism of twenty-five plants known to the British Celts and used by them medicinally. From a healer’s or herbalist’s point of view, the most interesting
aspect of the book is the information on the practical uses of the plants, including how to prepare them, doseage, and contraindications. By contrasting the ancient herbal use against the scientific evidence for their effectiveness.

The plants covered in depth in the book are bilberry, burdock, clivers, coltsfoot, comfrey, dandelion, elder, flax, fumitory, ground ivy, guelder rose, hawthorn, meadowsweet, mistletoe, motherwort, nettle, plantain, roseroots, silver birch, St John’s wort, thyme, valerian, vervain, willow and yellow dock.

As well as exploring the herbs, the book explains how to find them, grow and preserve them. Additionally…

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Two Shadows Speak Plainly/ Short Story

Short Story/

Two Shadows Speak Plainly.

It’s 1998 Christmas Eve, Deep unground beneath a classified CIA base in an undisclosed location and unknown to any of the agents or staff an individual was chained to a chair in a cell that blocked any light from entering it, 3 miles beneath an already classified building. As he sat there he tried puzzling his clouded mind together. He was so riddled with drugs he literally couldn’t remember the last time he could think straight, or any time at all for that matter. His long and short term memory were both completely gone. In the last decade he had undergone so many tests that he had forgotten his name after a year.

Yet his mind still worked in its own way, still retaining its ability to understand and express itself.

Grasping at any sort of cognitive stream of thinking he could, he thought back to his last trip into the void.

He was swimming in a sea of lights.

They had wanted him to find something.

They always wanted him to do something or find something out.

He could remember nothing else. He didn’t even know if anything else existed besides the two realities he fluttered between. This one, in this room with these people; Or there, the void, uncollapsed infinity, the ocean of thoughts, the river styx, known by so many other names.

A man suddenly flung the door open to his cell, the heavy hunk of metal hit the cell wall like a gong. The hinges screeching all the way. The faint yellow light that hung in the corner swayed a little. The man seamlessly stepped into the room after thrusting open the door. Dressed in the usual cloak they used to disguise themselves. They did this because they knew what he could do if he knew who they were. He could recognize them, even if he’d never seen their face before in this world. He could still find them in the next. His shoulders were broad and his face was covered. The deep voice that emitted from the black hood was pulling a metal chair behind him as he greeted his prisoner. They always used such polite tones. Even if their raspy voices sounded like they’d been screaming like drill sergeants half their life. It was probably written in his file somewhere. “Don’t piss off prison or he’ll rearrange your molecules so that your organs are on the outside of your body rather than the inside with an afterthought.” The man in chains laughed a little to himself. It wouldn’t be fair to say he was sane exactly, but technically it wasn’t really his fault either. The man who entered sat down in the chair and leaning back, arms crossed rested his leg on his left knee.

He spoke without urgency and calmness.

“Your last mission was very successful, I thank you for your help, and your country thanks you as well….” waiting for a response he did not receive he continued. “I have a gift for you.” Removing a pack of cigarettes from his cloaked pockets he pulled one out from its package and rested it between the lips of the restrained man who was unmasked. The stranger pulled a lighter from the same pocket and lit the end of it.

As soon as he breathed in he could taste the dimethyl tryptamine and the LSD mix from the smoke.

The masked man began to speak again.

“We need you to do something else for us. See there was an idea but we aren’t really sure how it’s gonna play out, so they’ve asked me to…ask you to tell us the answer.” He chuckled a little. “…it’s funny, putting it like that makes me feel like I’m asking you to help me cheat on a math test. Anyway, it all began with a man named Guy Faux. He expressed the idea that blowing up a building of government can act as a political statement of defiance against an unjust government. Our sources in another psych division say that soon this idea is going to become very popular. We have decided to take matters into our own hands and redistribute this plot into something we the government would prefer, are you with me so far pal”? Still with no response he continued again. “Right, so we’ve decided to kill two birds with one stone goes the saying. You gotta look at it from my perspective see, War is actually necessary you know; vital in fact. It creates jobs and money and keeps the power where it’s suppose to be, in the hands of the righteous and deserving, those that govern the rest of the peasants of the world. So The Middle East has been developing into a potential problem. Unchecked they could threaten our position on the world stage, and simply wield to much control over the worlds oil supply, and therefore the world, and I know what your gonna say so let me stop you. Don’t even start with that hippie shit with the sun and the wind. We need to make a deal and create unrest in their political structure. To do that we need to go to war. So, we’ve decided to convince the world of why that’s necessary. This is where you come in. We need you to tell us if it’s going to play out the way we want it to. Can you do that for us?”

The man in chains was trying to grasp what the hooded figure was asking of him. After a few moments he slurred out a sentence that was barely recognizable.

“…so your gonna weaponize fear by taking out the buildings yourself and make your own statement by blaming it on terrorism, I get that right agent Drew”?

Surprised, the man in the hood shifted uncomfortably in his chair. His body became ridged at the sound of his name being mentioned.

The restrained man looked up from the floor of his cell and into the eyes of the stranger.

Taking a deep inhale of consciousness enhancing chemical smoke he spoke again with the vapors seeping from his nostrils and past his lips into the dry, unfiltered air.

“The plan will work. You will get your war, and you will get your money. Thousands will die for your greed and for those you serve. It will last for far longer than it should and the innocent will suffer while the guilty will walk free. It’s been going on forever and it’s nothing new. However, what comes next, will be!”

On the last sentence the eyes of the man in chains went from staring arrows into the other man’s pupils to a slow rotation into the back of his head so that the whites and the veins pulsated by the yellow light in the cell.

“…th…Thank you”.

The stranger quickly exited and closed the door behind him, satisfied with the answer he received, sealing shut the vault door. The man inside, in chains blinked once and the yellow light above him flickered out flooding the room in darkness; he began to laugh insanely.

The agent removing his cloak outside the cell could hear the man he had just spoke with laughing through the thick, steel walls as he walked down the long, hall of cells penetrating the dark. The dimly lit corridor that seemed to go on forever rang with the buzzing of madness and fields of energy that remained immaterial and indistinguishable to the agent, but clear to those imprisoned around him in cages.

By Thomas j. Iadimarco

Born 1998

NEW BOOK RELEASED!!! – Gods and Goddesses of Wales

Halo's Journal

It’s here!!! Midsummer 2019 has completed a piece of devotion for me…


Pagan Portals: Gods and Goddesses of Wales is out!!!

I’m really excited to announce the manifestation of my newest book, a practical introduction of Welsh deities and their stories, through their stories. It’s designed as a primer to get started on your journey with beings such as Rhiannon, Blodeuwedd, Taliesin, Gwydion, and more. There’s even a pronounciation guide at the back (thanks Sarah!)

Here’s the official blurb:

An introduction to Welsh deities through traditional myths and practical exercises. Written by a practising witch, living in the heart of Wales and working with the deities woven into the land, this book contains the major stories and backgrounds for the Gods and Goddesses of the heartland of the Druids. Within its pages you will find information on the major deities and where their stories can be found, alongside suggestions on…

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Gardening with the Moon & Stars

Elen Sentier

GWTMS Amazon coverGardening with the Moon & Stars brings biodynamics to the ordinary gardener. Elen Sentier is passionate about biodynamics. She feels it’s vital to make organics and biodynamics available to as many people as possible if we are to help our earth cope with the increasing demands we humans place upon her. Biodynamics is easy, simple, cheap and super-effective; it’s seriously good horticulture too, and it works in whatever size of garden you have, from a window box to several acres. This book is written in plain down-to-earth language with lots of tips and hints to help you learn how easy it is to use the preparations and work with the star calendar.

Here’s an excerpt…

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A Deed Without A Name

Australis Incognita

I’ve got a small stock pile of books on my desk. Presently, Lee Morgan’s A Deed Without A Name: Unearthing the Legacy of Traditional Witchcraft constitutes half the pile. I’ve just purchased a few more copies that will make their way north as gifts to friends who I think, simply, needs must read it.

And who should not? I’ve hesitated to put up a review because it’s going to be biased. Really, really biased. Because Lee Morgan is fabulous, and I feel qualified to say so, I’ve known Lee a really long time. Lee is my teacher, my friend, and I tend to suffer from a large level of emotional investment in my loved one’s projects and activities. Which I think is completely justifiable. But now that’s clear, and out of the way, I’ll put on my reasonable, measured voice and start referring to the author by her last…

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