THE TEARS OF PAN
Trickle drop, trickle drop, trick all drop
Like fishes from rivers that flipety flop
Hickeldy pickledy pickle de plop
Like splashes of water upon the rooftop
When will they when will they when will they stop
Like hands from the frozen grandfather clock
Wiggledy pigaldy wiiggeldy ploc
The faerys are screaming the worms are in shock
Hex away hex away hex away hop
The wizard is wandering oh where is his flock
Boggledy woggledy boggledly wop
Where is the gremlin that’s hidden my sock
This away that a way this away knock
The door will not open the poison hemlock
Shackety wackerty shackety wok
The chickens are squawking the cry of the cock
Pita pan pata pan pita pan poc
He cannot stop weeping the garden gates locked !
Painting 'PAN WITH TEARS' by Linda Lundell
Templo de Diana ~ Segunto
Synchronicity abounds at such an astounding rate in our lives. On two separate occasions, two people suggested we should visit Sagunto here in Valencia. Both spontaneously, without reference to each other and completely out of the blue, without being prompted by any previous conversation of good places to go etc.
The timing of us finally going on this Full Moon couldnt be more perfect. Needless to say from the moment we arrived magic poured forth as bright as the spanish sunshine.
Following our intuition we found ourselves at an ancient Temple dedicated to the Goddess Diana, with the original wall and ritual baths still intact. As well was a wonderful small exhibition on the creation and inspiration of the origins of Theater and how the original performances were always ritualistic and had an alter built to honor the god Dionysious...
We are in the process of creating our own Ceremonial Theater and the relevance of this day and its direct message straight from the heart of Diana's Temple was not lost on us.
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Pan whispered in our ears ' Come to the woods, come dance with me in the green, drink from the
Fountain of Dreams, come to me, come to me '...
We live a Magickal Life one full of wonder and transformation, every day unfolds like a story from a fantastical novel, yet it it not fantasy, it is our lives and it is magickal !
A Magical Life
Both me and my beloved went out walking at dusk after performing a small ceremony at home, asking for guidance and protection on some issues we have been dealing with in our personal lives.
Whilst meditating i saw us walking down a path in our local park by a canal, a beautiful green area just down the road from our house.
Immediately afterwards we put on our jackets and went for a walk in the exact same park as i had seen in my meditation. It was beautiful in the now darkening spring evening walking there hand in hand chatting about nothing in particular. Then as often happens a strange sensation ran through us both and we both immediately stopped to acknowledge it.
Just a few steps further and there at our feet from a broken branch was Algiz the Rune of protection, i instantly picked it up thanking the Spirits for this blessing. Laughingly we continued walking, then again the strange tingling sensation, a few steps more and now at our feet Isa, the Rune of standstill, ice and withdrawal. Picking up this magical symbol we continued walking but now in silent reverence. Just a few minutes more and once again the strange sensation and now at our feet lay Fehu the Rune of fulfillment , possessions and nourishment.
Once again thanking the Spirits for these talismanic messages from the Otherworld we continued walking feeling now very loved and protected
Then about 15 minutes more and something even stranger happened. Once again we both felt the strange tingling up and down our spines, we both stopped looking to the ground for possibly another Rune at our feet but none were to be found. Now both buzzing intensely i turned on the flashlight on my mobile phone as it was now dark and the sun had set.
As i turned on the light it instantly reflected off of something at the base of a tree just a few meters in front of us.
'Whats that' i said out loud to Jolinde, not believing our eyes as we walked closer, there at the foot of a large tree, was a small doorway a small faery door firmly fixed to the tree. We both stood there in amazement this tingling sensation increasing through our bodies until we entered into communion with the landscape, with that that had given us a clear message through the fallen runes and this beautiful Faery Gateway.....
In England i can imagine seeing such a doorway walking the winding roads of Somerset or Cornwall but in Haarlem never have i seen such a thing. Our little neighborhood is turning out to be a very magical place, what with the Pan statue here, our local Kabouter Garden and now this....
Upon returning home i bound the Runes we had found together and have placed them above our front door as a binding Rune to protect us from those that may wish us ill.
Magic is a foot, the Spirit World is always close to us and communicating constantly if we would only listen.
May you all be as blessed as we are !
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