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| User: | owl_clan (5444912) The Memory of the Land
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| Name: | Robin Artisson | |||||
| Website: | Robin's Nemeton | |||||
| Location: | Brynaich Hill Fort, Louisiana, United States | |||||
| E-mail: | howlet_dark@yahoo.com | |||||
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| Bio: | FOR THOSE WHO UNDERSTAND THE MYSTERY, NO EXPLANATION IS NECESSARY FOR THOSE WHO DO NOT, NONE IS POSSIBLE "...In the morning, I was alone, tired and freezing, face down in the woods, near the great mound I had first seen her standing upon. I dreamed such madness- I saw the white dogs following her, the pale people who flitted along like bats; I saw the white strands of thread that cobwebbed the entire world- I saw what others cannot see: that we are warm, pulsing mortals stuck in an eternal web of white threads of death, and the ground beneath our feet that looks so firm and solid is just a crust that covers an eternal black void, full of the regrets of the ages, and the forms of every dead thing. We are ripening, we humans, getting full and ripe, and then, we fall below, severed from the vine of life that we are all unconsciously a part of. We go to join in the feast below the rotting hill. There is no other point to our lives but surrender to the Great Dark that awaits. There was a time when I would have been frightened by such a prospect, but not now. In that surrender, a strange wisdom arises- you find out who you are when you give up on being anything. And I am he who loves the Black-eyed beauty that rose from the mound, and who broke open the graves. I will join her at the feast below. I saw that spectral feast, but the food was red dust. I saw dark rivers and great halls, that resonated with a timeless splendor and a great macabre sadness. I saw a great black man, black as obsidian, with great spreading horns, sitting at the head of a table, drinking from a cup of stone. I saw my love, the only love I will ever have, running through twilit fields and forests, on a great white horse that had burning eyes. Oh, my angel, my goddess, my muse, my life, my soul, my hidden bride, my everything, please, deliver me from the torment of wanting you! I choose death and dust to be with you!" -Robin Artisson, Gwel-a-Throt    Homepage of the Idavoll Kindred, Asatru Lord of skies and rain, receive this prayer: In the expanse of my mind, build a sturdy shrine With a roof of azure blue and sacrifice-poles of light; In that shrine let wisdom appear as a vessel, And from this vessel, let your rightness and order overflow. Lord of thunders, lord of time, receive this prayer From the expanse within me, shifting light and twilight, Keep me sheltered from storms and steady; Keep my hands and tongue chained to your ways Whereby peace is spoken and established and Truth endures. Lasting Ancestress of dark loam, receive this prayer: In this body of earth and flowing streams, give strength A fertile field of life's racing vitality give to me And in that field, the blooms of peace and plenty, And from those powers, let flow tireless resolve. Mother of hills and inexhaustible springs, receive this: My devotion to the Land and the honor of my foreparents My willingness to feed the land red blood and protect it, My wish for Truth to be proclaimed in every dwelling, And my acceptance of whatever end returns me to you. Copyright © 2008 by Robin Artisson  Nothing Is Ever Forgotten WE'RE ON AN EXPRESS ELEVATOR TO HEL GOING DOWN * * * Every day of your life- whether good or bad, Is one less day you will have to live. It sounds grim, but it's important; You aren't going to live forever as you are now. Some of you who read this now may live many years more. Hel's servants are already brewing the beer That some of you may be drinking only a few weeks from now. What you owe to Skuld- That debt you owe to life for how you've lived- You are going to pay it; we all are. You'll pay it years from now, or weeks from now, Or days from now. And days are passing rapidly. Fear will profit you nothing: we don't write the stories of our lives. You won't live a moment beyond your Fate-woven doom; It was woven quite a long time ago. You can live well between now and your walk down the Hel-way, Or you can live in shame, Pursuing meaningless goals and wasting more time. Do what you need to do, today. Do it tonight. Swear to do it before you see another sun set. Now is the time to do what your heart says is right. There may not be another time. We have arisen into the light of a human life, But we are quickly falling back again into Hel's shadow. A blessed few, heroes all, will remain in light, And their glory will be in everlasting memory. But the vast crop of men and women, They will come to rest in the deep, As quiet and conforming in death as they were in life. It's all the same to the worms, but not the Gods. Hero or common man, we are all falling quickly away to Hel. Don't deceive yourself. Now is the time to live, love, be truthful, be brave, To defy the liars, the wicked, and the foolish. There may not be another time. | |||||
| Interests: | 79: ale, all hallows, allfather, andrasta, animism, art, asatru, avalon, bard, bile, books, boudica, brewing, britain, celtic polytheism, ceridwen, cerridwen, counseling, dagda, danu, dreams, druid, druidism, druids, drumming, england, fantasy, fate, folk music, folklore, gaul, glastonbury, gods, greece, halloween, heathenry, hel, historical reenactment, history, iceni, indo-european studies, indo-europeans, ireland, loreena mckennitt, lugh, lugus, mabinogion, magic, morrigan, music, neolithic, odin, ovate, owls, paganism, poetry, polytheism, reading, rome, shamanism, sorcery, sushi, systems theory, taibhsear, taliesin, therapy, thor, traditional paganism, traditional witchcraft, trance, urd, valfather, vatis, veleda, wales, witchcraft, witches, writing, wyrd | |||||
| Schools: | None listed | |||||
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