*New* Monthly Column Coming Our Way: William Maltese Between Heaven and Hell

William Maltese Between Heaven & Hell

It is my honor to announce that The Pagan and the Pen has a new monthly column coming our way which will be written by the ever-so-fabulous Author William Maltese.

William has been in the business of publishing for a VERY long time. While most of us were still trying to get a pen, some paper, and a clue, he was out there giving us an enormous list of titles– being the first to concur an eclectic array of genres, and living a life most of us couldn’t even dare to dream of.

Just some of his genres are: male-female and male-male and bisexual fiction and romantic fiction, adventure, science-fiction, science-fantasy, horror, paranormal, adventure, espionage, mystery, intrigue, detective, play script, movie script, psychological, bondage and discipline / sadism and masochism, western,  historical, children’s male-male anthologies, male-male short stories, male-female short stories, non-fiction humor, help- and cooking and wine-exploration.

Can I just say, “You’ve come a long way baby!”

I know from personal experience that having something as simple as a conversation with William is never boring, never predictable, and would make the juiciest gossip flat out blush–except for this girl who lives in the gutter of seedy sin anyway *winks*. Needless to say, I am thinking of becoming a professional stalker, or kidnapper, or both– in his name only….but until then, I can only imagine what kinds of articles he will create for us to post.

He is easily at the top of my most colorful list and whatever brews in that delicious mind of his, is always—to die for.

Now, the official date of each article is not set yet. For now, William will be having his way with our Free for All’s. But there will be something scrumptious posted each  month.

To read more about William and his new column, please check out his permanent page: Between Heaven & Hell by William Maltese

And to get even more of a taste, check him out at his many links:

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Pagan Holidays for May 10, 2010



The Ancient Egyptians would have had a formal Observance for their Goddess Neith on this day in history. This celebration would have been all about Neith going forth along the river Nile.

As one of Egypt’s oldest ladies, some myths place her as being the mother of the Sun God Ra. She was called on by those who needed her aid or assistance concerning the art of weaving and or war.

Water, being something of great importance according to most creational myths because it represents the birth giving fluids which keep and sustain life while forming inside the womb– Neith was said to have been the soul or spirit of the divine waters Ra was sprang from. Later on Egyptian beliefs  credited Neith with bringing forth the Serpent Apep by spitting into those same waters. Apep was later said to be the great enemy of Ra, although personally, I am wondering if that was always the case or something mortal Priests of Ra began for whatever common reason.

None-the-less, there must be balance or so it seems.


Monday (moon day) is the day of the Moon Goddess, Selene, Luna, & Mani.


Mondays are an awesome day to take care of matters or magical rituals and spells concerning:

Traveling, memory, one’s instinct, sharpening or increasing Psychic abilities, dreams, healing, home, ancestors and of course, family.


Monday belongs to the Moon and the Element of Water





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Garden Ritual

I haven’t used garden settings a great deal in fiction. Having written about divination in stories, I went on to consider what I do with this theme while making things up. Usually my characters are either in human environments or natural ones. The odd, inbetween state of gardens has discouraged me from featuring them much.


However, there are exceptions. Verity in ‘Hunting the Egret’ has a wild and witchy garden – not a shock given that she’s the granddaughter of a witch and living in a cottage. She uses it for private, personal ritual. In ‘The Warrior Vision’ the Druid Grove featured use a private garden for ritual as well. Gardens are good for ritual in that they are both outside and private. I do use my own garden sometimes for personal things, but would be wary about undertaking group ritual there because of the ownership issue – not everyone can have equal connection with the land, I feel.

Here’s a moment of garden magic from Hunting the Egret

Hidden by a large currant bush, assorted native shrubs, and a gnarled greengage tree was Verity’s shrine. A naturally occurring piece of flat stone held a clay bowl where rainwater collected. Beside it lay pebbles from the river, and a fossilized piece of sea bed she had found on holiday one year. There were wrinkled nuts from the previous autumn, shells, bones, and other personal treasures. The candleholder had been a gift from her mother, long years before.

Verity thought of her lost parent as she lifted the small item, wondering where her mother wandered these days. It had been months since they last saw each other. Sorrel had not visited so often in the years since her mother—Verity’s grandmother—had died. According to Granny, Sorrel had always been a bit fey and peculiar. Where she went and how she lived, none of them knew. She came back sometimes, leaves matted in her hair, skin pallid and eyes too bright. She seldom said anything. Verity might turn away from her for a moment, and when she looked back, Sorrel would have vanished.

“I could use some of your madness and your magic,” Verity whispered, addressing her absent mother.

She set the candle in its holder, pulled a box of matches from her pocket and closed her eyes for a few moments. “Fire, bless me with your presence,” she said, then struck the match and ignited the candle. She watched the flame for a while, thinking about the help she needed. She took up the cucumber, holding its chilly breadth between her fingers. Long, hard and phallic, it was the perfect focus for her will.

“I need to find some way of healing Gareth,” she said, her voice slow as she considered each word. “I need the wisdom of my ancestors and the magic of my blood. I need insight and inspiration. His body is badly damaged and he has other wounds I think, wounds that go deeper. I can’t see them and I need to. I want to help him. No one should live like that.”

She sighed, letting her attention return to the flickering candle flame and the stout cucumber in her hands.

“Let him be firm and certain in my hands,” she said. “Let him be free, let him be hard for me, let him be healed.”

All around her, the garden was quiet, save for the melodic song of a lone blackbird in the apple tree.

If I’m working alone in the garden, I tend to sit amongst my trees and talk softly to the spirits of place, my ancestors, or whoever else I may be trying to connect with. A lot of my OBOD rituals were undertaken in the quiet sanctuary of the garden. However being overlooked by neighbours, I’d only feel at ease doing very understated ritual there. I’d prefer a wild place at night, but that isn’t always an option!