The author, Kit Berry, is giving away free copies of her book, "Magus of Stonewylde" to the first 100 applicants, as a special offer for Yule. Postage (from the UK) has to be paid, but the book is free.
See "Yule Offers" for further details.
An eclectic mix of book and music reviews, ramblings and other flotsam and jetsom encountered on an expedition to find a place in the pagan practices of the British Isles.
"The details of the making of Isabel Goudie's moon-paste I have recorded in The Devil's Mistress, the lacunae in the Scottish accounts being supplied from Morocco, the processes being obviously identical. In the trial of Lady Monro of Fowlis, June 22, 1590, the material was clay. "
Moon paste, perhaps the most mysterious of all magic mediums, is also one of the oldest. The making of it was known and practised in ancient Thessaly; magicians in Morocco and in Brittany knew of it, and except for the language being different, the ideas and forms were the same as were used in Scotland so lately at the end of the seventeenth century. Water from seven wells, herbs gathered at certain phases of the moon, clay taken from a special place, and dried in the fire, and afterwards pounded into fine dust, all played their part in the making of the paste. It required, however, the magic of the full moon, and this could only be got by incantations, sung widdershins, and a most elaborate ritual. This paste could unite sundered lovers; it could cure illness; and if its owner so willed it, it was capable of bringing disaster upon one's enemies; in fact, it was capable of working magic; both black and white.And on page 61:
Witches who had attained a very high standard of their art used, as a medium of black magic, moon paste. As the name implies, this was made by the moon beeing pulled out of the sky. This medium had to be made when the moon was full. Certain herbs had to be pounded and mixed; water taken from seven different wells and the whole thing had to be kneaded in a trough in a kirkyard with chantings and muttered words and turnings innumerable to "widdershins." Images made of this paste were capable of bringing weal or woe according to the wishes of the witch who owned it. Isabel Goudie used it to help Jean Gordon of Gordonstown, but she used the same medium to bring sickness and death to the house of the Laird of Park
I have to admit the weather this year was foul, and I do camp in a place that is protected from the weather somewhat, whilst still giving a good view of the horizons. I also have to admit that I did not sit out this past Samhain, but this was due to a (contagious and heavily medicated) illness, but that didn't stop me undertaking an all-night vigil, and doing as much as I could to mark the season. Even so, I find it difficult to understand the attitude of some people to a little sacrifice in honour of their gods/ancestors/sacred festivals. How is it that a small amount of time, or a bit of discomfort is too much? It's not like I was suggesting people part with the hard-earned, and let's face it these days, precious cash. I know people claim to be time poor these days, but is six nights a year such a strain? Does our faith/religion/spirituality not deserve at least that much devotion?
The first anthology from the Pagan Poetry Pages, "Pagan Paeans", is now available for purchase, either direct from the printers, Cafepress, or from the publishers, Pagan Poetry Pages, by emailing ppp(at)anfianna(dot)com.